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“Hoh looks like he’s still kicking.” Dalamar muttered, a smile growing on his lips as he started chanting some 4th circle magic. His apprentice and granddaughter Natalie looked on in awe, blown away every time she got to witness her master’s magnificent magic.

“[Piercing lances of azure fire]” After a short aria Dalamar waved his beautifully carved staff and summoned dozens of intricate blue magic crests upon the battlefield below.

In response all around Ryuu, Jessie and what remained of the magic corps, large spears made of azure flames appeared and pierced through the monsters that assaulted them in masse. They raised their bodies regardless of rank high up into the air before turning them all into ash.

Ryuu who was barely conscious, overdrawn to the absolute limit from interfering with Frostine and then protecting those below him trembled as a nostalgic sensation flowed through his body. With blurry vision he looked at the dozens of azure spears surrounding him and his subordinates, he recognised the spell but more so the mana used to cast it.

He slowly craned his neck upwards to see Dalamar and the couatl descending from the sky.

“M….M…Master.” Ryuu forced out those words as the tension that supported his exhausted body disappeared and he became limp, his legs collapsing out from under him.

“Whoa there, looks like I came a little late.” Dalamar however being the skilled A-rank magician he was quickly conjured up a pocket of air to support Ryuu, preventing him from falling.

Once the couatl was a couple feet off the ground Dalamar passed a few choice mana and health potions to Natalie. “Hand these out to those in most need while I see to your senior brother disciple.” Natalie accepted the potions and moved to hand them out to the magic corps after glancing painfully at Ryuu.

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“S...Sir Dalamar?” Jessie who was by Ryuu’s side and sporting a deep laceration on shoulder asked tentatively.

Dalamar looked at her briefly and noticed how close she was to Ryuu and the injury on her shoulder. He recognised her as a Major of the frost wolf battalion and nodded in reply before retrieving a high level potion from his storage ring.

“That should restore you to at least 80%.” He said and placed it in her hand before looking over Ryuu personally. Seeing the extent of Ryuu’s condition however brought pain to his old heart and he regretted not arriving sooner.

“Haaaaaaaa” Dalamar let out a sigh, grateful that Ryuu was still breathing at least and that they did manage to arrive just before the absolute worst happened. He thus retrieved a high level potion of very high quality and personally poured it down Ryuu’s throat not even for a second hesitating to use such a luxurious product. Even with his A-rank status and great wealth such potions were very, very hard to come by.

As Dalamar was seeing to Ryuu the couatl which was his battle mount helped take some of the pressure off the magic corps while Natalie went to and fro with the potions Dalamar had given her.

Booooooommmmmm!!!!

Beyond the northern wall however where the battle was fiercest General Warik smashed down from the sky with a massive two handed great sword in his hands. His royal griffin steed built up momentum as it dived downward before launching its master at the terrifying demon, thus adding strength to Warik’s mighty swing.

His large two handed great sword reflected the light of the sun as Warik’s energy and mighty aura was infused. A presence far beyond that of a B-rank fighter filled that weapon, greatly increasing its power and sharpness. The very air around him and the demon felt thick and viscous as the image of great phoenix erupted from behind his sword.

“[Royal Northrend sword style: Cry of the phoenix]” The phoenix the very symbol of the Northrend empire appeared with such clarity that it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

A fierce wave of pressure weighed down on the monsters present on the battlefield, the higher ranked ones especially found their legs trembling and hearts lurching in fear. An A-ranked enemy and not one simply in the early levels either.

The demon who was the prime target of the attack reacted the most. His face warped into a maddened fury as his massive scythe became increasingly dark as he infused his own insidious aura into it. He was strong enough and of a superior species thus he faced off against Warik without any fear.

“[Demon’s soul rending scythe]” Using his full strength the demon swung his scythe to meet Warik’s two handed great sword and the phoenix behind him. The image of a soul reaper, an apparition of death formed behind his scythe filling the surrounding area with the stench of death, causing many to shiver as their hearts grew cold and slow.

While Warik clashed with the mighty demon, the royal griffin knights swooped down to rescue the surviving Majors and elites as did many of the stronger knights from the frost wolf battalion.

The woman riding a massive wolf and wielding a bright red spear appeared before Hamon after easily knocking back Valend. A few Major level soldiers who followed her rushed to aid Maggie and Vaccos while the crown prince with some of his strongest body guards rescued Douglas from the clutches of the t-rex.

The tables turned almost instantly; the monster horde that was clearly in the superior position suddenly found themselves outmatched in terms of aggregate power. Even with waves of monsters still pouring out from the Northrend forest the number of elites joining the fray made such quantities moot.

Along with the mighty General Warik, a General of the royal knight battalion with mid A-rank strength was the third ranking general of the frost wolf battalion, General Anya who was also A-rank (the woman with the red spear). Of course following these two were multiple Major level soldiers which easily tripled the number of B-rank fighters present. If that was all it would be dangerous but still somewhat manageable however alongside the soldier brigades were dozens perhaps hundreds of adventurers that answered the call for reinforcements. Most were C-rank but a fair few B-rank parties were also present making for a frightening force.

Adding on the crown prince and his bodyguards there was now at least four B-rank sapients for every B-rank monster.

As Hamon and the rest were rescued from the clutches of Frostine, Valend and the T-rexes, Frost who was under the palm of the B-rank minotaur spotted his chance to escape.

His aggressor was distracted by the sudden reinforcements, his eyes watching the dramatic clash of Warik and the demon as well as the diving griffin knights engaging with his B-rank comrades and the upper C-rank monsters. Luckily he was on the fringe of the battlefield thus it seemed he was temporarily overlooked. This lack in attention weakened his hold over Frost who swiftly took advantage of the situation to wreath his body in cold flames.

The minotaur grunted in pain and pulled back his hand on instinct thus allowing Frost to roll sideways and lash out with his glaive.

Schwing!

His swing was fast and sharp, the glaive blade caught the minotaur’s fingers as he pulled away, chopping three of them off without much resistance. He’d have needed to use aura and a skill if he wished to cut anything larger, but it was enough for the initial payback.

Choosing not to push his luck Frost gave up on following up on his attack and instead manoeuvred to Kiba’s side. He withdrew a mid-level health potion from his storage ring and poured the contents into his mouth before turning back to face the enraged minotaur. Kiba’s state was more important than chasing after a single opportunity.

“Shall we try this again.” With a fierce flourish of his glaive Frost wrapped his weapon in cold flames and expanded his royal aura outward, a determined gaze clear in his eyes.

“Rahhhhhhhh!!!!!” Pissed off from Frost cutting off his fingers and the danger of the current situation the minotaur began succumbing to the stampede’s madness. The red in his eyes grew more vibrant and his sense of pain and rational thought dwindled. After roaring the large beast charged at Frost with his battle-axe raised high above his head.

Frost dashed forward instead of dodging sideways, he needed to take the battle away from Kiba while he healed plus he’d had enough running away.

“[Earth’s upheaval]” Arriving right before the minotaur and with its battle-axe slashing down towards him with fierce momentum and the image of a horned cow behind it symbolising the use of a skill Frost responded with his advanced glaive skill [earth’s upheaval].

With a large upward swing Frost infused his royal aura and cold flame chakra into his glaive. The rock that formed behind his swing was thus far more corporal and covered in cold flames, greatly enhancing the weight behind his swing.

Booooooommmm!!!

The air exploded as the 4 star glaive met with the minotaur’s battle-axe. Dust and bits of the ground burst outwards as Frost held his ground. his feet sinking a couple inches into the floor as his glaive stopped the battle-axe’s downward trajectory.

His face appeared flushed from the exertion, but he succeeded in matching power for power…. Well once anyway. The minotaur seemed to be in a brief moment of shock as it never imagined Frost withstanding a direct blow. Frost however was already on the move. He twisted his body the moment the minotaur was distracted to gain rotational force, he then re-tensed his arms and sent the battle axe upwards with a restarted upswing thus knocking the minotaur off balance.

“[Ice entanglement]” While rotating he also cast the 2nd circle ice spell [ice entanglement] causing vines of ice to wrapped around the minotaur’s legs.

Following that once his body was once again facing the minotaur he leaped forward and kicked him in the chest as he ascended into the sky. His moves were so well coordinated and seamless that the minotaur had no time to react. By the time he knew what was going on he was already falling backwards, powerless to do anything about it.

Don!

As the minotaur’s back slammed against the ground Frost had reached several metres into the air and was about to begin his descent. His glaive was now posed for an arial downward thrust, the final move of his dreaded combo.