Whoosh! Whoosh!
On this vast snowfield, a group of mages and sorcerers glided swiftly through the thick white snow. A shimmering white light flickered beneath their feet.
Snowflakes swirled and pierced the air, the howling wind filling the ears of every member.
Under the influence of magic, the massive blizzard seemed to provide them with even faster assistance.
The mages followed closely behind the silver knights at the front of the group.
The noble and proud knight faced the wind and snow with utter indifference.
Her silver hair danced in the snow, making her look like a heartless princess on ice and snow.
They would stop their rapid march whenever they reached a destroyed tribe.
The huge fortresses were still ablaze with angry flames, crackling and popping.
They had been burned for several days and were teetering on the brink of collapse in the wind and snow.
Several large barbarian corpses lay scattered across the snow-covered plain.
Although their flesh had long been burned away, turning into ashes that floated in the air, surprisingly, their bones were left behind.
Flames still burned on the bones, but they could not be extinguished no matter what they did.
It's as if their sins are burning away.
It continued to burn even amidst the extremely violent wind and snow.
Without stopping for a moment.
This is the fifth tribe that the Pale Sorcerer's Guild has encountered that has been destroyed.
In every place they passed, the previous tribes, just like now, burned with flames that never ceased to burn.
A smoky smell emanated from the bones of that barbarian.
There seemed to be some body debris remaining.
Erica stood in the crowd, watching the scene unfold from afar.
She wore a thick hood and covered her mouth.
Even from a distance, the scene filled her with utter disgust and unease.
It's not that Erica thought it was too cruel.
The scattered debris around her made her think that her unintentional breathing might inhale those filthy barbarian fragments into her lungs.
Amelia glanced at Erica, seemingly sensing something, and reached out to rummage through her clothes for a while.
He took out a lollipop that still had its wrapper on and handed it to her.
"Want one?"
Erica was taken aback. She looked up and saw Amelia gesturing with her chin.
"Th...thank you."
Erica thanked her softly and took the candy.
Unwrap the candy and put it in your mouth.
Mmm, it's strawberry flavored.
Amelia stared at the firelight before her, her voice cold and detached.
"The barbarians killed too many of our people, and they deserved to die."
"You don't need to feel uncomfortable. Just treat them as wild beasts that you can't communicate with."
Erica had a lollipop in her mouth, savoring the sweetness, which made her feel much more at ease.
She only realized then that the woman had been holding a lollipop in her mouth the whole time.
At this moment, the mages of the Pale Magic Guild surrounded the towering flames, chanting awkward incantations as if in prayer or worship.
A faint white light shone through the wind and snow, and the still-burning flames rose a little higher once more.
They added their own magic to the flames, making them burn even more fiercely.
They did not participate in killing these barbarians.
However, they hoped that this flame would burn even more fiercely and intensely.
Let it remain forever in this snowy land of the far north, so that the barbarians may forever remember this scorching natural disaster.
Amidst the chanting, the flames burned even brighter in the wind and snow.
Even the wind and snow could not obscure their conviction.
Before anyone knew it, Gwen had rejoined the team.
As a knight, she naturally didn't need to chant spells like those mages.
As if she had just done something, she shook off the remaining blood on her silver sword and sheathed it.
Vladimir raised an eyebrow as he watched Gwen return.
"Are there barbarian tribes gathered around?"
"It's the [Blazing Sword] team, about twenty people. Judging from their appearance, they are heading towards the far north."
That basically matches Gwen and their destination.
That is, where Victor is.
"The far north ice plains, huh?"
Vladimir chuckled softly twice.
The barbarians spontaneously gathered together.
Perhaps it was Victor's actions that provoked their anger.
After all the mages had finished their fire prayers, Vladimir called out to them:
"Alright, boys."
"We should hurry up and set off."
"oh!!"
As soon as the guild master gave the order to set off, the mages cheered loudly, their excitement rising like an ever-increasing flame.
The team regrouped and sped off again across the snowfield, kicking up snow dust several meters high that covered the ruins.
They passed by the wind and snow, the pure snowflakes, with their cold hearts, disgustedly falling upon the earth, covering the mangled limbs and broken bodies.
It buries all the filth in this world, until finally those specks of crimson are no longer visible.
...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The wooden vines, entwined by flames, transformed into sharp spikes and flew towards the giant bird in the clouds.
One spell will be followed immediately by the next.
The countless green leaves and fiery serpents seemed to be entwined together, relentlessly attacking.
The giant bird, covered in white feathers, seemed quite distressed, unable to find an opportunity to attack amidst the fierce onslaught.
It was quite unexpected.
The blessing of the Temple of Wind makes it immune to fire damage, but it is actually burned and in pain by the challenger in front of it.
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