"Thank you for accepting the sacrifice of your people!"

Seronie clenched her fist tightly, trying to make the blood flow faster.

The loss of blood made Seronie's lips turn pale, but it couldn't hide the fervor in her eyes.

In the next moment, the gemstone eyes on the statue suddenly lit up, and an eerie blue light surged like a tide.

The chill in the cave suddenly increased, and Seronie's hair was frozen, with frost forming on her brows.

Seronie's body trembled violently as she felt an unprecedented icy energy flooding into her body.

Yet this coldness was not discomforting.

On the contrary, it made Seronie feel extremely clear-headed and powerful, as if she was reborn in this cold.

Seronie looked down at her own hands.

At some point, the wound on her palm had frozen over and was no longer bleeding.

Moreover, Seronie found her skin had become as clear as snow, no longer as rough as before.

Before she could think more, the icy staff on the statue suddenly shot out an even more dazzling blue light onto the chain warhammer, covering the hammer's surface with a thin layer of ice, trembling slightly.

Instinctively, Seronie reached out to touch the chain warhammer, and a cold chill surged from her palm.

"This..."

Seronie widened her eyes, momentarily incredulous.

Her warhammer, too, was awakened by the power of frost.

"Thank you for your blessing, great nature and Frost Goddess."

Seronie knelt down again, bowing deeply to the statue.

The blue light in the statue's eyes gradually dimmed, and the glow of the runes faded away.

Soon, the shrine returned to its original state, as if everything just now was merely an illusion.

But the icy power within Seronie proved that everything that had just happened was real.

She slowly stood up, her ice-blue eyes flashing with the fire of revenge,

"Bloodscale Tribe, I will make you feel the wrath of frost."

...

...

Luo De led the advance team forward.

On the fifth day, they finally reached the Frozen Bone Wasteland.

Luo De sat on the back of Night Fury, gazing at the desolate town ahead.

"Damn beasts."

The population of the Northern Wilderness was already scarce, and every town and village was precious.

The lizardmen's visit turned the Frozen Bone Wasteland into a complete wasteland.

Luo De never expected those lizardmen to be so ruthless, taking such a long detour to attack the wasteland town.

If he had known, Luo De would have warned the lord here in advance to strengthen defenses.

Perhaps this tragedy could have been avoided.

"Which family does this belong to?" Luo De pulled the reins and asked in a deep voice.

Vivian thought for a moment and replied, "It's the Hammer Clan, a viscount family in the eastern province."

"I wonder if the lord here managed to escape. We'll find a chance to deliver news to the border city."

Luo De instructed leisurely.

Once the news reached the border city, it would naturally spread to the east.

"Saint Master."

Gala quickly came up, knelt on one knee, and reported respectfully,

"The patrol sent back news that our people have found the territory and delivered the letter to the lord there, Camille Moonlake."

"That lord is very grateful and said if he can hold the town, he will personally come to Black Pine Ridge to express his gratitude."

Luo De nodded slightly, "What about the other news? Have they found traces of the lizardmen?"

"Ranier and the others found those lizardmen. They just attacked a tribe of Northern Bearmen."

Gala reported respectfully,

"Now those lizardmen are dealing with the Bearmen's corpses, transporting them to the depths of the Icefield Mountain Range."

Luo De nodded.

As he expected.

Luo De thought for a moment, then asked, "The Northern Bearmen were not weak. How were the lizardmen's casualties?"

"Saint Master, reports say it was a small tribe of about thirty or forty Northern Bearmen."

Gala shook his head slightly, "The lizardmen were numerous and easily wiped out that tribe, so their casualties were minimal."

"How many lizardmen are there?"

"About five or six hundred..."

"Five or six hundred?"

Luo De couldn't help but ask in a raised voice,

"Where did five or six hundred come from?"

Previous reports said the Bloodscale Tribe had only over eight hundred in total.

Where did five or six hundred warriors come from to wage war?

Were the ones killed before all for nothing?

Gala shrank his neck, speaking timidly, "Saint Master... I also don't know."

Luo De waved his hand,

"It's alright, I'm not asking you, just have some doubts."

"Notify Ranier to continue monitoring and report any situation at any time."

"Yes, Saint Master."

Gala saluted and withdrew.

Luo De couldn't help but start pondering.

It seemed the lizardmen had hidden quite a few people in the Icefield Mountain Range earlier.

Five to six hundred warriors, yet they still didn't dare attack Black Pine Ridge. The lizardman Great Shaman was indeed very cautious.

"Five or six hundred..."

This number completely extinguished Luo De's idea of a direct assault, forcing him to rethink the battle plan.

He wasn't afraid of these reptiles, but he couldn't just send his soldiers to their deaths.

"Lord."

After Gala left, Gang Le came over.

"Shall I lead our men to harass them and weaken their army?"

"No, we can't let them notice we've been watching them."

Luo De shook his head slightly, his gaze turning sharp,

"We have to wait for the main army to arrive, then find an opportunity to strike and take them out in one go."

The Bloodscale Tribe had already deliberately avoided Black Pine Ridge. If they were alerted again, they would surely flee.

This did not align with Luo De's current strategic goals.

Gang Le nodded thoughtfully.

Luo De then waved his hand, "Let's go, we'll camp in the ruins of this small town in the Frozen Bone Wasteland tonight and let the troops rest well."

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