A Dragon against the Whole World

In their culture, taming powerful creatures as slaves is a symbol of power and status.

For example, their most favored and revered slaves are the Dragon Race.

And among the Dragon Race, almost only the White Dragons can be tamed.

Any Frost Giant able to tame a White Dragon as a slave or mount would earn the admiration and envy of all his kin, it is a great honor.

“Submit? Ha… pfft!”

Even as his body buckled under the terrifying oppression of the Legendary Domain, as though it could be crushed at any moment, the Barbarian Chieftain, with all his remaining strength, took a deep breath and spat bloodied saliva towards the Frost Giant.

“Descendants of the Icefield prefer to die standing than live kneeling!”

“Cursed bastards, we await you in Hell’s flames!”

The Barbarian Chieftain let out a furious roar, his eyes transforming into pure blood red, burning with the fire of life.

He endured the heavy suppression of the Domain, advancing with leaden steps, launching his final charge towards the Frost Giant Leader.

“Courting death!”

The last trace of playfulness disappeared from Voluk’s eyes, replaced by intense killing intent.

He had lost his final patience.

The Legendary Giant raised his massive foot, clad in thick Ice Armor, and stomped heavily upon the Barbarian Chieftain, whose movements were comically slow due to the Domain’s suppression.

Splosh—!

There was no fierce struggle, no dazzling skills.

In the face of an overwhelming power gap, the bravest and strongest warrior and leader of the Barbarian Tribe was ruthlessly crushed, reduced to a bloody pulp and shattered bones, deeply embedded into the cold, hard permafrost, leaving a shocking giant pit.

“Chieftain!!!”

This tragic scene, witnessed by many Barbarian Warriors, shattered the last pillar and hope in their hearts.

But, except for the very few whose minds were overtaken by fear, collapsing and surrendering without a fight.

Over ninety percent of the Barbarian Warriors, upon witnessing their leader’s tragic death, immediately had eyes that turned as blood-red as their chieftain’s, letting out beast-like despairing roars, recklessly attacking all the surrounding Frost Giants even crazier.

Seeing this, the Frost Giant Leader coldly waved his hand, the Legendary Domain expanded once more.

He personally entered the fray, unfolding a ruthless, one-sided slaughter.

It wasn’t long before the sound of prolonged clashes of soldiers, roars, and screams, completely ceased on the plains.

This war came to an end.

The Frost Giant Leader and his warriors, using Legendary Power as a sharp blade, obliterated the Barbarian army that had lost their leader.

At this moment, the battlefield had become the burial ground for the Barbarian clan.

Blood reddened the vast permafrost, swiftly frozen by the extreme northern cold, forming a giant dark red icefield, beautiful yet dangerous.

However, Legendary Life is not all-powerful, unable to shelter every corner.

In the frenzied counterattacks of the Barbarians who would not rest till they’d ceased, even the victorious Frost Giants paid a price.

Dozens of elite Frost Giant warriors perished, dragged down by the insane Barbarians to mutual destruction, forever resting on this icefield.

“Leader Voluk, how should we deal with the surrendering remnants of Barbarians?”

A Frost Giant leader covered in many scars wiped away the blood splash on his face, softly asking the leader.

Upon hearing, the Frost Giant Leader slowly swept his gaze over those Barbarian captives shivering with fear.

They were few in number, and the warrior’s light in their eyes was long gone.

“Kill them all.”

He said quietly.

These Barbarian numbers were too few, and they all had lost their fighting spirit, holding no value to him.

The Legendary Frost Giant had no interest in keeping such cowards as slaves, which would only tarnish his honor.

Upon his command, the surrounding Frost Giants hesitated not at all, immediately raising their weapons stained with heated blood and swung them down onto the captives who had forsaken resistance.

The mournful screams briefly rose, rapidly silenced by the wind and snow.

Meanwhile, the Frost Giant Leader turned his gaze towards the head standing respectfully beside him.

He was somewhat displeased with the head’s previous use of “leader” as an address.

Lowering his voice, he declared, “From now on, everyone must call me King! The Great Eternal Frost Monarch!”

These words were beyond doubt.

The head promptly bowed deeply, responding in the most respectful tone, “Yes! Your will be obeyed, noble and great Eternal Frost Monarch!”

The Legendary Frost Giant stepped onto the already shattered battle flag of the Barbarian Tribe.

His majestic gaze slowly lifted, stretching across the expansive tundra, targeting the distant south.

In that direction, the wind and snow gradually weakened, faintly hinting at a burgeoning vitality different from the tundra.

The direction of the Border Area and the Sel Wilderness.

“The time has come for those small ones who have long forgotten fear to recall the terror under Giant rule, recall the might of the Giants.”

Voluk’s voice echoed in the wind.

He solemnly proclaimed, “The icefield is growing desolate, resources scarce, unable to support a truly mighty Giant Kingdom, it is those fertile and thriving southern lands that are fit to become our Frost Giants’ new hunting ground and home.”

Voluk did not crown himself the Eternal Frost Monarch on a whim.

An inhospitable environment and sparse populace characterize the Eternal Frost Tundra, with extremely closed-off information.

Especially after warring with Barbarians commenced, even those occasional risk-taking few commercial caravans are thoroughly absent, vanished entirely from the icefield, halting entirely at the relatively gentle Border Area, no longer venturing deeper.