Chapter 178 - Kingdom of Winter 3 (1/2)

Colesman only granted him the right to use the Frost Queen's Necklace.

Moreover, he told Woohyuk to use it only when absolutely necessary.

However, Woohyuk didn't mind these results because he had expected from the beginning.

'There’s no way he would lend me Cardion so easily.'

As its name suggests, Stormblade Cardion was a powerful weapon.

The weapon could cause a storm in a radius of 1 km and sweep away everything except the caster.

However, because of its troublesome and dangerous nature, it was difficult to control it properly unless one had reached a high level.

'It won't be very useful in this situation either.'

Attacks with a wide AoE were good for large battlefields, but it would be a problem if the range was too wide.

Therefore, the Frost Queen's Necklace was more valuable in the current situation.

It could create ice golems and make the Frost Giants who would wake up from their long sleep obey the user.

While Woohyuk was creating a giant ice golem by carving out a frozen lake, Sieg ran to him to report.

“As you predicted, the undead army is trying to block the supply line. They are currently building a barricade-like fortress on the main road and attacking the wagons they find.”

“Keep monitoring them. Don't intervene with their plans yet.”

“But will Nigel get caught in the trap? As a lich, he must be quite intelligent...”

”He will.”

Woohyuk knew the Lich Lord very well.

He had been training at Dreadlore for a very long time with the hopes of being recognized as Nakron's successor.

However, Nakron ended up choosing Woohyuk.

The Witch of Greed Angrboda must’ve informed Nigel of this as soon as she learned of it.

Therefore, Nigel was probably fuming and boiling with rage right now.

Sieg nodded at Woohyuk's explanation.

“I can understand his anger. Dreadlore's right of succession was passed on to a human instead of him, a lich who was of the same race as Nakron.”

“Up until today, Dreadlore had no true owner. So, when I show up proving that I am Nakron's successor, Nigel will be pushed out of power and lose his position.”

“Will you use that ice golem to attack Dreadlore? Its size is really gargantuan.”

Sieg looked up at the ice golem Woohyuk was working on.

It looked like it could potentially trample on 10,000 undead troops on its own.

This ice golem wasn’t something that anyone could create, even if they had the Frost Queen’s Necklace.

To create such a powerful ice golem, one needed a great amount of skills and mana capacity.

It was safe to assume that this was not much different from the ancient golems in the myths.

“… As long as you motivate yourself, you could conquer the entire world, My Lord. Even with just a few troops.”

Elite vassals such as Leifina, Bailey, and Tinia were not involved in this expedition.

That was how much Woohyuk was confident in his abilities.

As Sieg understood the will of his lord, Brynhild descended from the cold sky as she flapped her wings.

“I have dealt with all the witch familiars who were wandering in the air. There were quite a lot of them. She must’ve built a sanctuary somewhere nearby.”

“And Helena?”

“On her way here by foot. I was going to bring her together with me, but she said she was scared of flying. But she won’t be in danger since there aren’t any threats in the area.”

“I see. Her personality may be a bit strange, but she is still a saintess. Even if enemies appear, she can protect herself.”

Helena was useful when fighting against the demon faction due to her powers.

In addition, whenever she had time, she told Woohyuk about the contents written in the Nameless Tome and the Sangreal Chronicles.

Thanks to her, Woohyuk was able to obtain a lot of useful knowledge.

'If I hadn't met Eteria Rodinus, my plans would have gone seriously wrong.'

Only by restoring the Three Ancient Chronicles and completing all of the epic quests related to them could he prevent the upcoming catastrophes.

The first catastrophe among them was the advent of the fallen angel Cruella.

According to Helena, Woohyuk would need the reward for completing the epic quest linked to the Edda Chronicles to seal her.

In other words, no matter what happened in this expedition, he absolutely had to obtain the chronicles.

If he failed, the dark future that Boetius had shown him would become a reality.

By cutting a large chunk of ice from the lake, Woohyuk determined himself.

***

Dreadlore, the fortress of the dead.

A blond white man stood alone on the high wall frozen by the cold.

His name was Peter Logan.

He was the head of the Reaper Clan, which ranked 3rd in the overall clan rankings.

“Hmmh... I’m so fucking bored.”

Logan had to defend Dreadlore while Nigel was away.

Angrboda, the Witch of Greed he followed and worshipped, had joined hands with Nigel.

The two were eager to find a certain man.

“Is there anything interesting happening around here?”

Logan looked down the wall with a distinctive gloomy expression.

A skeleton swordsman with an old spear was walking right under him.

Logan picked up a little pebble from the floor and dropped it on its head.

The skeleton stopped and looked straight up at Logan.

“...”

“Ah, sorry, sorry. It was an accident.”

Logan grinned as he acted innocent.

Quite the nasty attitude.

However, the skeleton swordsman resumed his march and continued his walk.

Logan was quite high in Dreadlore's command system.

“At least messing around with the undeads isn’t so boring.”

Suddenly, the events at the Labyrinth of the Dead came to mind.

After long twists and turns, he had reached the secret room, but the treasure chest was empty.

Although he had received a Hidden Class ‘Soul Reaper’ as a reward, he couldn't help but collapse in shock.

Someone had reached there before him and had gained a better reward.

“Well, Soul Reaper isn’t so bad.”

He had the ability to increase his stats and equipment levels by harvesting the souls of the enemies he killed or to summon monsters.

It was unsatisfactory compared to the Necromancer class that could directly create undeads, but it suited his tastes.

As Logan fiddled with the pistol at his waist,

“Clan Master, I have captured the men who were loitering in the area.”

A heavily armed white woman with brown hair approached him.

Logan raised his head.

“Oh, enemy scouts?”

“After briefly interrogating them, they seem to be deserters. They said they killed their vicious boss and ran away.”

It was a common occurrence in the military cities of the Norton Kingdom.