Ni Luya's wounds were largely healed by the cool energy emanating from the symbol on her arm, and even her tongue no longer hurt.
"Wait for our good news!"
After she finished speaking, the fortress commander and his soldiers raised their spears high.
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
"revenge!"
...
A group of Tuscan soldiers climbed into the giant woven net on the city wall. The net was covered with wooden planks and a substance similar to blankets and cotton, and a thin layer of ice crystals could be seen reinforcing the bottom.
Ni Luya, on the other hand, used the wings that Sindr had extended to climb step by step to the head of the Frost Dragon.
There, between the dragon's horns, there was a platform made of ice, and a layer of white, translucent ice and snow barrier blocked the outside wind and cold.
Once everything was ready, the frost dragon flapped its wings, its body slowly rising into the air, its two forearm claws gripping the giant net that had been reinforced multiple times.
As if carrying a package, he flew away from the icy plains with Ni Luya and the Tuscany Revenge Army.
"Our first target: the old capital, Zambelica!"
Ni Luya could feel the fierce winds sweeping around them; Syndra's flying speed was far beyond their imagination.
From the fortress, the snowy plains outside seemed boundless, but Syndra soon flew out of this newly created icy world.
Tusknik's naturally powerful vision allowed Ni Luya to see every piece of land along the path below.
Despite being protected by layers of nets, the soldiers inside still felt cold, but their hearts burned with passion.
Many soldiers climbed to the edge of the small opening in the net above, watching the passing scenery outside.
Because of the pressure from the net, the commander and most of the soldiers are huddled together, and they are now explaining the precautions over and over again.
"Remember, after the White Dragon King's icy attack, we'll rush over and plunge our spears into the throats of those beastmen scum. If one isn't enough, we'll use two, and if two aren't enough, we'll use three. Their stiffened bodies will be powerless to attack us, and we'll let them taste what it's like to be slaughtered by us!"
"Why didn't Ni Luya have the White Dragon King freeze those monsters directly?"
"Fool, that's our city, that's our home, that's our land. If it all freezes into an ice field, where will we live?"
The commander nodded.
"That's right, that's our homeland, and we also need the thrill of plunging a spear into the neck of our enemy!"
"Today we will retake the old capital and three nearby cities, as well as the rich farmlands outside Zambelica."
The soldiers looked at the spears tied together and placed to one side, their eyes burning with hatred that seemed capable of melting steel.
"Ugh~~~~~"
The sound of a dragon's roar came from outside.
"Get ready, we're almost there!"
The commander shouted those words at the top of his lungs.
Outside, a majestic ancient city, imbued with a Gothic artistic atmosphere, came into view of the Frost Dragon.
Syndra could feel Nilua above her breathing become rapid.
That was Zambelica, the old capital of Tuscany.
Waaaaaah~~~~~~~~
Amidst the howling wind, the feeling of weightlessness reached Ni Luya and the soldier inside the net.
The frost dragon was rapidly descending at an angle, flying towards the ancient city.
The soldier inside the net felt the temperature around him drop suddenly, and a burst of white light shone through the net.
The frost dragon's chest and abdomen bulged, and a few seconds later...
With a "roar~"
Instead of spewing out icy breath, the dragon spewed out a white, frigid current, like a white gust of wind enveloping the entire ancient city of Zambelika and its surroundings.
"Bang."
The net was gently lowered and opened.
Thousands of Tuscan soldiers spread out and stretched their limbs before distributing their spears to each other.
During this process, the Frost Dragon unleashed two more icy blasts upon the city from the air.
The walls of the ancient city were covered with frost, and the roads were strewn with icicles.
Tuscan soldiers, their feet wrapped in tattered clothes, entered the city in three directions.
The soldiers initially ran headlong into some trembling beastmen.
They looked like they could still move, which startled the soldiers.
Seeing that the beastmen did not charge forward, a soldier roared and rushed forward, stabbing wildly.
"Ouch..."
The beast only howled a few times, its body trembled and it couldn't make any big movements, even its defense seemed unusually slow.
"Bang."
Under the combined frenzied stabs of several more Tuscan soldiers, the few beastmen in front collapsed, riddled with holes.
Only when the pungent blood began to flow did all the soldiers roar and charge forward.
Having overcome his fear, he released his pent-up anger.
The first few encounters with the wild beast tribes could each have dozens of holes in their bodies.
Later, in order to conserve energy, they finally implemented the commander's pre-set tactics, only stabbing the throat and some vital organs.
The city was filled with the dying howls of the beastmen and the venting roars of the Tuscany soldiers.
"Bang!"
The doors of the old capital's council chamber were smashed open by several Tuscans, and an extremely disgusting stench wafted out.
"This is...."
Several soldiers felt their blood rushing backward, followed by muscle tremors.
His teeth were grinding together, making a "crunching" sound.
"These beasts!"
The entire spacious council hall was filled with piles of white bones, and decaying matter was everywhere, forming a mound that reached half the height of the hall.
There are animal and wild beasts, but more than 90% are human skeletons, which are Tuscany animals that were eaten!
The reason why the Wild Beast Clan has an additional "Clan" instead of simply being called Wild Beast is because they also have some social systems.
They live in the old capital of Tuscany, where they have turned the former council hall into a dumping ground for bones.
Subsequently, several more such places were discovered in the city.
The old capital, Zambelica, was stained with blood as the Tuscans, their eyes bloodshot, slaughtered indiscriminately.
Several hours later, Syndra sent out a wave of consciousness toward the Tuscans.
It was confirmed that the last remaining member of the Wild Beast Clan in the city had also died under the spear.
Although she didn't actually have much motivation towards these non-monster races, it has to be said that, perhaps due to what she had seen and heard, Syndra disliked them somewhat.
Qiaolu City, the mountain town of Maqier, and the fertile grain-producing prefecture.
With the help of the White Dragon King, a companion of the Apostle Nilua, Tuscany's enraged war spread like wildfire to more and more places.
The Tuscans went from randomly attacking to becoming organized and tactically disciplined. After learning some of the "techniques" taught by Ni Luya, although they did not develop "qi" due to their physical structure.
But it made Tuscany's body more flexible and his physical strength improved significantly.
In particular, the creation of a weapon by the White Dragon King Syndra through the teachings of the apostle Nilua greatly improved the overall combat power of Tuscany.
That is—the bow and arrow!
The Tuscans' artistic talent has blossomed once again, this time with the light of slaughter!
P.S.: I have to get up at 6 am tomorrow to catch a flight to Guangzhou for a business trip. I don't know if I can get everything done in one day, and I'm worried about tomorrow night's update...
If I post two chapters with random text or repeated chapters just to maintain my perfect attendance record, you guys won't scold me, right?
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