At this moment, deep within the snowcapped mountains, the six-winged angel's wings, once respplendant, lay broken, and countless angelic feathers scattered across the ground.
Their chaotic essence still radiating a sacred aura.
The immense body of the frost giant dragon lay prostrate pierced by colossal sword of judgment forged from sacred light.
Its pupils now vacant having utterly succumbed to the embrace of death surrounding ice walls lay in ruins.
The ground littered with the countless corpses of weirwolves alongside the fallen bodies of human knights of the holy court.
The battle had drawn to a close.
The howling moon silver wolf tribe, the frost giant dragon, and the stone golem had all been vanquished by the knights of the holy court and the angels.
The six-winged angel paid no heed to the lifeless form strewn about, but flew directly towards the layer of the frost giant dragon.
Within the lair, he found nothing of interest to him.
Yet he felt no disappointment.
This venture had merely been a gamble of fortune.
The treasures within the lair are yours to claim.
transport the dragon's body and tidy up.
Then we shall proceed," came the angel's authoritative voice from above.
" He held no fascination for the wealth that lay before him.
Yet he understood the deep appreciation these human knights held for such material possessions.
Before long, the knights present divided the treasures within the lair, loading the remains of the frost giant dragon and their fallen comrades to depart from sight.
As for the corpses of the howling moon silver wolves, they held no value to them.
In less than 2 hours, the relentless blizzard would completely bury these remains, erasing all traces of the fierce battle that had transpired.
They had other pressing tasks at hand, and their encounter with the frost giant dragon had merely been a fortuitous occurrence along their path.
For these knights of the holy court, the frigid snowcapped mountains could be deemed a forbidden realm.
However, for the angel in the sky, it was merely a slight exertion.
Bayou had waited for over two hours, the sky darkening, yet no sounds emerged from the mountains.
Had the battle concluded? At that moment, Bayou witnessed the return of two specters.
She promptly exited the castle and stepped into the courtyard where little ice upon seeing the specters raised her head, aware that news from the frigid mountains had finally arrived.
What transpired at top the snowcapped mountains? Bayou inquired eagerly of the two specters.
They relayed all they had witnessed, and little Ice visibly froze upon hearing of her mother's demise.
From the moment her mother urged her to flee with the fragments, she had understood that her mother was no match for the angel.
Her mother had long been prepared for the possibility of sacrifice.
With a fierce roar, Little Ice howled towards the heavens, releasing her inner turmoil and vowing that when she grew powerful, she would avenge her mother.
Bayou listened quietly to the spectre's account.
She already knew the outcome, yet she felt a sense of relief that the angel had not pursued Little Eyes for her escape, perhaps to him.
The commander level held no distinction from mere ants.
Or perhaps he believed it was only natural for a mother to sacrifice herself to protect her child.
Oblivious to the fragments concealed upon little ice.
After the angels and the holy knights vanquished the frost dragon, they departed.
Taking with them the corpses of the dragon and its companions.
Upon hearing that the howling moons silver wolf tribe had also been annihilated, Bayou was struck by the sight of the Weirwolf's bodies buried in the snow.
Realizing their potential significance, these corpses could indeed serve a substantial purpose for Bayou, indicating a chance for salvage.
However, a question arose.
If the angels sought the holy relic of the frost dragon, why did the howling moon silver wolf tribe choose to engage in battle? Little ice, why did those silver wolves and stone giants come to your aid? Not understanding, Bayou inquired.
Upon hearing this, Little Ice raised her head.
The stone giants, lacking an intellect, were unaware that the angels intended to seize the fragments.
They merely sought to repel the invaders.
As for the weirwolves, they harbored a deep-seated grudge against the holy court, having been dispatched to the snow mountains a century ago from a peaks.
Their true intentions remain a mystery to me.
Perhaps my mother knows, but she has never divulged that information.
What is certain is that their aim was not the heart of frost fragments.
This implies that the howling moon silver wolf tribe had compelling reasons to intervene.
Surely their motivations transcended mere vengeance.
With over a 100 commander level holy knights and only a handful of silver wolves, what difference would it make? The fortress of the howling moon silver wolf tribe located at the edge of the snow mountains remained unscathed, undoubtedly housing numerous treasures.
Coupled with the thousands of corpses strewn across the snow.
These two factors alone warranted Bayu's expedition.
Yet, a tinge of unease lingered, prompting Bayou to repeatedly dispatch phantoms to ascertain the situation deep within the mountains.
Eventually, once Bayou was completely assured that the depths of the bitter snow mountain lay in silence, she resolutely led Little Ice and a cod of spirits toward the snowy heights.
Little Ice expressed a desire to return and survey the battlefield.
And Bayou acquiesced, recognizing that this was her most formidable ally at present.
This time, Bayou stature was different.
She was no longer limited to riding a skeletal dragon, but could now soar upon a true dragon.
Little ice crouched down, allowing Bayou to mount her back, straddling her neck, the skirt she wore lending an odd air to the posture.
Let us go.
By you signaled for Little Eyes to take flight, bringing along an entire aerial battalion, save for herself, the sole ground force.
Their first destination was, of course, the outermost realm of the Bitter Snow Mountain, where the Howling Moon Silver Wolf Tribe resided.
Bayou couldn't help but suspect that the Wolves Lair, being too distant from the mountains depths, had escaped the turmoil.
Bayou's castle was not far from the mountains perimeter, and before long, she found herself riding Little Ice into the snowy expanse.
As snowflakes began to fall heavily from the sky, Bayou felt a chill creeping in.
Little ice halted at the mids slope of the outermost mountain, and Bayou leaped from her back, her foot sinking into the 10 cm thick snow, which instantly enveloped her ankles.
Fortunately, Bayou possesses certain ethereal traits that render her somewhat impervious to the cold.
Otherwise, her attire would surely lead to her demise amidst the frigid peaks of the snow-covered mountains.
She gazed ahead at a castle constructed of stone, notably smaller than the fortress of her town prior to its upgrades.
"Enter and investigate," Bayou commanded the two gargoyles.
The sky had already descended into a deep gloom.
And upon reaching the snowcapped mountains, a fierce blizzard commenced, casting an even darker paw over the heavens.
The two gargoyles descended, opened the castle's grand entrance, and stepped inside.
Chapter 71.
The plundering two gargoyles forged a path ahead, allowing Bayou to follow closely behind.
Meanwhile, Shiao Bing and the bone dragons awaited outside.
The interior of the werewolf's castle bore a stark contrast to the strongholds of their own kind.
On the wooden racks lining the walls hung unknown black fur.
While in the corners of the floor lay scattered animal skulls.
At the castle's heart stood a monument-like structure.
Four-sided, each face adorned with decaying animal inrols beneath it.
The foul stench sent waves of nausea through Bayou.
Yet it seemed that danger had dissipated within these walls.
Bayou instructed the gargoyless to search separately while he ascended the stone steps towards the upper levels.
He inspected each room, most of which contained piles of straw covered with animal hides.
Evidently, the sleeping quarters of the werewolf pack after a thorough search yielded no valuables.
By retraced his steps, climbing to the third floor.
Upon entering, he was drawn to a particular chamber.
Two necklaces fashioned from animal fangs adorned the entrance.
Flanked by two fire basins propped up by wooden sticks casting flickering crimson light.
Bayou approached and forcefully kicked open the door.
Just as he stepped inside, a sudden fierce claw strike came from a side.
Fortunately, he reacted swiftly, retreating from the threshold to evade the assault.
Upon closer inspection, he recognized the asalent.
A werewolf draped in animal pelts.
Though noticeably thinner than the typical specimen with a more luxurant mane and a pronounced chest, a female werewolf.
This was by U's immediate conclusion.
It was his first encounter with a shewolf.
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