"Has the Baron still not finished?"

Durant looked at Vivian and asked worriedly, "It's already been all afternoon, and the Baron hasn't finished training yet?"

Vivian shook her head.

"Could something have gone wrong?"

Durant stood on tiptoe and looked back.

According to past experience, it was impossible for the Baron to persist this long.

"There's nothing wrong, don't worry."

Luo De walked out with a smile.

He looked relaxed, his steps light, and there wasn't a trace of sweat on his face.

He didn't look like someone who had been practicing the Breathing Technique all afternoon.

"Did you just finish training?"

Durant's eyes were full of astonishment.

Were you napping back there all afternoon?

This was Durant's next thought, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

As the Chief Knight, Durant still paid great attention to etiquette, even though he knew Luo De wouldn't blame him for saying it.

"Hahaha!"

Luo De was in a good mood and couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at the puzzled Durant, he said a bit mysteriously, "Don't worry, you'll soon be able to feel this way too."

The effect of the Natural Seed manifested an extraordinary ability during training.

In four words —

Continuous training.

During this afternoon, about a quarter of Luo De's blazing energy had recovered.

If it weren't for hunger, Luo De wouldn't need to stop training at all.

This was also why Luo De couldn't help being happy.

"Ah?"

Upon hearing Luo De's words, Durant's confusion intensified.

Luo De waved his hand and directly changed the topic, asking, "What's the matter with you coming over?"

"Baron, all the Frost Resistance Potions have been distributed, and the soldiers have taken them."

Durant set aside his doubts, "150 in the Foot Soldier Corps, 100 in the Hunting Team, and 100 Spear Throwers."

"The remaining Wolf Cavalry and Patrol Team have all taken them."

"Have those scouting eagles taken it?" Luo De asked.

"Yes, they have."

Durant reported with a smile, "They are the main force and were the first to take it."

"Good."

Luo De nodded slightly and ordered, "All soldiers who have taken the Frost Resistance Potion should rest well tonight, others keep watch."

"After breakfast tomorrow, we set out for the Icefield Mountain Range."

"Yes, Baron!"

Durant responded solemnly, and as he was about to pass on orders, he hesitated for a moment,

"Baron, there's one more thing..."

Durant looked at Luo De, whose expression was calm, and reported,

"The soldiers reported that after taking the Frost Resistance Potion, they feel extraordinarily full of energy, filled with strength."

"I felt it too, initially thinking it was due to the Frost Resistance Potion."

"But even the soldiers who haven't taken the potion feel the same way."

Durant paused and continued cautiously, "Their appetite has suddenly increased significantly, Gang Le ate three servings of roast meat today."

"It's not the effect of the potion."

Luo De met Durant's inquisitive gaze, knowing he couldn't hide this change from him, and stated directly,

"It's a spell, a blessing of stamina."

"It's my gift to them."

His voice was calm yet powerful, like a low growl from deep within his chest.

Durant's face immediately lit up with joy, as if he anticipated the outcome,

"Thank you for your gift!"

"Their bravery deserves the blessing."

Luo De said calmly and slowly,

"Tell everyone, I will see everything and give extra rewards to the most courageous."

...

...

Icefield Mountain Range.

Lizardman gathering place.

A Lizardman soldier, covered in injuries, staggered into the camp, ignoring the guards' obstruction, and rushed directly towards the cave on the mountain top.

"Great Shaman!"

The Lizardman soldier's voice trembled as he knelt at the cave entrance.

This exclamation made the Great Shaman, who was fiddling with a wooden bowl, tremble and drop it to the ground.

Normally, this would be a serious offense, and the Lizardman soldier would surely be kneeling on the ground pleading for forgiveness.

But at this moment, he disregarded everything and continued shouting loudly, "The army led by Chief Gaka has been completely destroyed!"

The Great Shaman swept the wooden bowl on the ground aside with his staff and walked step by step to the Lizardman soldier.

"What happened?"

The Great Shaman's voice was as deep as thunder.

"It's the Lord of Black Pine Ridge! They ambushed us!"

The Lizardman soldier shouted hoarsely, "We couldn't react at all and were scattered by them!"

"What about Gaka?"

"Chief Gaka went berserk, and then... was shot by the Human Lord..."

The Lizardman soldier shivered uncontrollably,

"They're terrifying, Great Shaman, what should we do..."

"I know."

The Great Shaman's voice was hoarse, "Go gather those who fled like you and bring them all back."

"You're not going to punish us?" The Lizardman soldier was stunned.

"It's not your fault."

The Great Shaman shook his head,

"Go now."

"Yes, Great Shaman!"

The Lizardman soldier responded respectfully, staggering to his feet and running down the mountain.

The Great Shaman watched the Lizardman soldier, his expression solemn, the anger in his gaze almost bursting forth!

"These useless fools!"

The Great Shaman smashed his staff on the wall to vent his anger.

He wasn't without anger or the desire to punish these failures.

He just didn't have any tribesmen left to use!

Now he had no way, so he could only helplessly smash the wall.

After a burst of venting, one end of the staff had been smashed off, the Great Shaman's anger had finally subsided a bit.

"The Lord of Black Pine Ridge..."

The Great Shaman mumbled as he turned around, taking down a torch from the wall, leaning on his staff, and stepping heavily towards the depths of the cave.

His pace was slow, continuing down into the cave.

As he delved further, ancient runes appeared on the walls, shimmering with a faint white light in the darkness.

The temperature gradually plummeted, layers of frost appeared on the walls and floor, and the Great Shaman's breath turned to white mist.

After what seemed like an eternity, the cave was completely encased in ice blocks, and a blue-white ice wall appeared in front of the Great Shaman.

The Great Shaman set his staff aside, drew a dagger, and slid it across his palm, causing blood to flow instantly.

He then pressed his bloody palm against the ice wall, murmuring crude incantations.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound rang out, with two straight intersecting cracks appearing on the ice wall.

Then, with a "boom," the ice wall slowly retreated to the sides, revealing a square entrance before the Great Shaman.

The Great Shaman took a deep breath, picked up his staff, and slowly stepped through the ice wall, entering the cave.

In an instant, the entire cave was illuminated, revealing a gigantic dark blue altar before the Great Shaman.

The altar was nearly fifty meters in diameter, its surface engraved with intricate runes that glowed with a ghostly blue light, illuminating the entire altar.

Above the altar was a massive hemispherical ice block, resembling a transparent glass bowl inverted over it.

Inside the ice block, a huge white dragon lay curled up, appearing to be asleep with its eyes tightly closed.

The surroundings of the altar were strewn with various corpses.

Some were human, some were Deer-headed Men, and others were bear bodies.

There were even some Lizardmen.

The Great Shaman leaned against the wall, staring at the white dragon in the ice block with eyes full of greed,

"Unfortunately, those pesky humans prevented me from getting you whole."

The Great Shaman sighed and murmured softly,

"Then let me become part of your fragment."

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