Ashen Dragon

Very quickly, the exceptionally talented Mezulash became the captain of the City Defense Army in Northwind Castle, maintaining public order and taking on the responsibility of protecting the city.

During this period, he found a beloved wife from his own race, soon had children, and bought a loft in the city. Everything in life seemed to be heading in a beautiful direction.

But one day, everything changed.

That day, he was diligently investigating a series of disappearances in the city, not noticing the strange looks people were giving him, thinking it was just an ordinary day.

But then His Grace, the Duke, gave a speech.

The seemingly harmonious human neighbors suddenly showed a different face. They raised torches, stormed into his home, and tied his wife and child to a pyre, burning them alive.

When he arrived upon hearing the news, everything he had was reduced to ashes. His former comrades were slaughtering his people, just like slaughtering cattle and sheep.

Crying in grief, Mezulash swung his Silver Sword, killing all the perpetrators present.

He became the Oathbreaker.

The Radiance burning in the heart of the Redemption Knight had extinguished, leaving only darkness; the cruel reality shattered his naive ideals completely.

"What a... naive fool."

He repeated again.

Suddenly, the urgent sound of horns came from outside the cave.

Mezulash was abruptly pulled back to reality, grabbed his long sword, and hurriedly walked out of the cave.

"What's the situation?"

The Guards stationed at the camp gate looked panic-stricken: "It's Snowmen! More than one Snowman!"

"Howl——"

In the deadly cold, the howls of Snowmen echoed through the remote mountains, sweeping across the slopes with the cold wind, instilling extreme fear into the hearts of the gathered Tieflings.

These monsters could smell the scent of fresh flesh from miles away and track it through the snowstorm.

Mezulash looked up, dozens of ghostly white figures charged down the slope like a tide.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

"Damacus, shoot them to death."

The Tiefling Warrior called "Damacus" nodded solemnly, drawing his bowstring.

"Swish——"

With the piercing whistling sound, an arrow pierced the forehead of a Snowman, causing it to fall straight down.

Several Tiefling Warriors behind Damacus also began to draw their bows and nock arrows.

However, shooting up the slope from below, and with the blizzard as an obstacle, they did not possess their captain's superb archery skills, causing many of the arrows to quickly bury themselves in the snow.

Damacus fired several arrows in succession.

Two hits out of seven, causing two more Snowmen to fall.

But in such harsh weather, the Snowmen moved like phantoms in the snow, making it impossible for even an archery expert like Damacus to guarantee accuracy, unable to stop the Snowmen's tidal charge.

"It's not working, Mezulash, the snow is too heavy."

"I can't see clearly."

Shouting, Damacus fired another arrow, taking down a Snowman.

But the tidal wave of Snowmen had already closed in less than a hundred meters from the camp.

If these hungry, blood-craving Snowmen breached the almost defenseless camp, it would be a complete disaster.

"Follow me, charge out to meet them!"

Mezulash raised his sword high, followed by over forty Tieflings.

These Tieflings were poorly equipped, some without even swords, holding only pitchforks and torches, but their eyes were filled with determination.

They might have been merchants, clerks, or artists, but at this moment, to protect the camp, to protect their families, they had no choice but to be warriors.

The Snowmen surged forward, their eyes filled with a greedy desire for flesh as they stared at the Tieflings.

These Snowmen, more than three meters tall, covered in snow-like white fur, with their massive and powerful bodies, saw the average Tiefling merely as naked prey.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Mezulash led the charge, heading straight for a Snowman.

But the Snowman did not immediately pounce, instead watching the Tiefling with an eerie gaze.

"Shivering Gaze"

Its small eyes shone with a ghostly blue light, the freezing gaze capable of instantly freezing its prey.

The gaze fell upon Mezulash, instantly filling him with a bone-chilling cold, almost freezing his entire body.

"Damn monster..."

But Mezulash cursed softly, relying on his robust body to resist the cold, pointing a finger.

"Inferno Scold!"

Suddenly, the Snowman was surrounded by burning Hellfire, screaming in agony.

The fire-fearing monster's fur was ignited by the inextinguishable flames, making it desperately pat its body.

"Die!"

With a fierce shout, Mezulash leaped several meters high, chopping off the burning head of the Snowman with one blow.

The nearby Snowman attempted to use Shivering Gaze, but it was no longer effective on Mezulash.

"Downward Slash!"

Using his downward momentum, Mezulash's long sword cleaved into another Snowman's shoulder.

"Howl!"

The Snowman howled in pain, its large hand instinctively swiping at the Tiefling.

"Cause injury!"

A ghostly green Necrosis Power spread from the sword to the Snowman's body, continuously corroding and expanding its wound.

The next moment, Mezulash, using this power, forcibly severed the Snowman's entire left shoulder along with its arm.

Blue blood splattered on the Tiefling's face; his expression remained unchanged, his eyes unblinking.

After consecutively slaying two Snowmen, he surveyed the battlefield holding his sword, seeing Tieflings and Snowmen engaged in fierce combat, with several Tiefling Warriors already turned into ice sculptures by the Snowmen's Shivering Gaze.

Just as another Tiefling was about to be frozen, encased in ice.

"Guardian Aura!"

Scarlet light flickered around Mezulash, temporarily shielding against the Snowmen's Shivering Gaze and halting the freezing of the Tiefling.

He stepped forward, plunging his sword into the Snowman's heart.

"Howl——"

More and more Snowmen surrounded him, a dozen in total, surging from all directions to kill the Tiefling Holy Warrior first.

Mezulash remained calm in the face of the approaching Snowmen, merely raising his long sword high.

"Oathbreaker, Guiding Divine Power..."

"Terror Manifestation!"

The Oathbreaker Paladin summoned the darkest emotions, condensing them into a burst of magical intimidation.

Scarlet light radiated from the center of the long sword, rapidly spreading around.

Each Snowman surrounding him saw their deepest fear, plunging them into inescapable terror, leaving them rooted in place.

To him, these Snowmen were now just sitting ducks.

"Downward Slash!"

Mezulash's sword sliced through the throats of several Snowmen, sending blood splattering everywhere.

A few breaths later, the dozen giant Snowmen fell backward, and no Snowman around him could stand.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Mezulash knelt on one knee, leaning on his sword, panting heavily.