Mages possess melee combat abilities comparable to ordinary mages, but they are not as robust as knights.
And those Northern Knights?
Ha, their hearts are not with the Pale Magicians.
The harsh cold of the north is the perfect environment for these berserkers to unleash their full potential.
Vladimir pondered on horseback, facing the wind and snow, his mind filled with doubts.
Are these barbarians planning to gather together and launch a big attack while the Northern Knights are in disarray?
However, Dick quickly refuted his idea.
"News from our scouts who have ventured deep into the north indicates that almost all the barbarian tribes within a hundred miles of the border have been burned down."
"Whether it's the [Flaming Sword] or the [Ice Claw], the border sub-tribes of these two major tribes have been almost completely dismantled."
The Claws of Ice are one of the two great clans that rival the Blazing Swords.
The far north is home to countless small tribes, but only the Blazing Sword and the Frost Claw have formed a vast sphere of influence.
Like the Blazing Sword, the Frost Claw also worships a demigod giant.
They also received divine power from that demigod giant, which made them immune to the cold and gave them the power of frost.
However, these two powerful clans suffered heavy casualties almost overnight.
"No one survived anywhere they went; all that could be seen were countless charred corpses."
As Dick spoke, he recalled the profound shock he had felt for a long time.
Even those barbarian tribes that were dispersed were selected only from among the barbarian warriors, because they were to be stationed near the border.
In terms of overall strength, they are by no means weak.
These barbarians even possessed means of communication with each other, making it impossible for the Pale Sorcerer Guild to deal with the barbarians stationed on the border.
If we go to attack them, we will fail to quickly subdue these barbarians.
Then, very soon, the surrounding tribes will come to our aid.
The information can be obtained from the reports of spies.
These tribes were wiped out one after another.
They didn't even have time to contact the surrounding tribes; it was as if it happened in an instant.
Before the barbarians could even mount a resistance, flames still raged fiercely atop their distinctive architecture.
It is still burning to this day.
The raging blizzard was completely unable to extinguish it.
Those poor barbarians seemed to have no time to communicate, wiped out by natural disasters.
Dick had never seen such terrifying destructive power before, let alone heard about it from his spies.
Vladimir began to think thoughtfully.
Could it really be caused by a natural disaster?
Perhaps not.
As if he had just thought of something, he asked Dick beside him.
"Have those knights found Victor?"
Dick shook his head.
"We haven't heard from them at all, it's as if Viktor has already left the North."
Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses.
"You mean..."
Vladimir patted Dick on the shoulder and took a cigar from his pocket.
Then he took out two flints from his pocket, struck them together, and a small spark suddenly appeared.
He lit the cigar, and the red sparkles flickered with Vladimir's breath.
The old man twirled the lit cigar in his hand a few times before putting it back in his mouth.
"Tell those guys down there to get ready."
What should we prepare?
Before Dick could react, he heard Vladimir continue:
"Get ready to drive those barbarians out."
In an instant, his words seemed to be filled with domineering power and unquestionable authority.
It was as if a majestic lion of ice had suddenly opened its eyes, inspiring both fear and awe.
In a daze, Dick seemed to see the Northern General who had once galloped across the battlefield in his youth.
"besides,"
Vladimir took a deep drag on his cigar, and the sensation of it going through his lungs made Dick feel suffocated.
He took a puff, exhaled a smoke ring, and burst into laughter.
"We have to bring this kid back."
...
Victor emerged coldly from a stockade made of animal hides.
He held a ball of flame in his hand, and the moment Viktor left, the flame seemed to gain consciousness and leaped onto the village.
boom!
With a deafening roar, the village behind them was engulfed in a towering inferno.
The flames burned relentlessly, seemingly threatening to engulf the entire village.
Behind Victor, on the giant lava hand, was a basket woven from vines.
It seemed to contain seven or eight barbarians, red-haired and blue-haired, men and women, all sorts of people.
Without exception, their clothes were completely burned off, but there was not a single trace of burns on their bodies.
The limbs were thrown into the basket in an extremely awkward posture as if they had been broken, and the skin looked as if it had been rubbed again and again by a sharp weapon, leaving it bloody and mangled.
Even barbarians would probably vomit if they saw this scene.
Victor's face was cold as he continued carrying the basket deeper into the North.
Vega yawned on Victor's shoulder.
How much longer until we arrive?
"Soon."
With that remark, Viktor continued walking north.
At first, Vega was curious.
Although he can't use teleportation magic, why doesn't Victor use magic to fly or accelerate to get to his location quickly?
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