Chapter 91

Chapter 64 Wildfire on the Vast Field Part 2

The sunset was about to fade away.

Underneath the clouds, the last light of dusk cast its glow, though dim—

It illuminated the pure white snow in a bright light.

From the top of the ruined tower, a furious shout echoed faintly.

“They… What are they doing… Hundreds of people… A little girl… They’ve gone mad…”

“…We… Fight with the Earl…”

“Devour them…”

The voice was intermittent and almost completely drowned out by the marching steps and shouts of the city guards. I couldn’t make out whether it was Lafayette or someone else speaking, but… it no longer mattered.

At this moment, all I could see were the ice crystals floating around me and the soldiers closing in like a mountain.

“Aaah—!!”

The city guards’ shouts tore through the sky. As the soldiers advanced, half of those at the rear gradually separated from the main force, attempting to circle around my position. Seeing this, I smiled suddenly.

To me, such tactics in a two-force confrontation held no meaning.

Continuing to walk forward, the distance between me and the city guards shortened continuously. The air temperature plummeted sharply, as if even the fine snowflakes in the air were frozen solid.

Crack, crack.

With a terrifying sound of breaking ice, countless huge ice blocks rapidly gathered above the soldiers, colliding and crushing together until they formed a single massive block. In an instant, this enormous ice mountain floated in the air.

Perhaps sensing the shadow overhead, the leader of the city guards at the forefront suddenly lifted his head and widened his eyes.

“Maintain formation—!”

In the next moment, the ice mountain exploded.

Boom!

“Woah—!!”

“Ugh…”

The shattered ice chunks fell like a sudden rainstorm, smashing into numerous city guards and causing them to lose balance and fall. Those who couldn’t dodge in time were trampled over by their comrades, disrupting the charging formation instantly.

Probably having never faced an enemy like me before, or perhaps already wary of pointing their swords at a young girl, the soldiers seemed unsure of how to handle the situation. The formation became visibly chaotic, and the momentum of the advance halted.

At the critical moment, the leader of the city guards shouted loudly, “Continue advancing with me, or you will be treated as deserters!”

His face was resolute, his eyes fixed on me.

I sighed lightly.

Actually, I only wanted to kill Edward… perhaps Varal too, but I didn’t want to drag these city guards into this mess. After all, they were just following orders. From the current situation, communication was clearly impossible.

They wouldn’t let me deal with Edward, especially since he was the crown prince of the Vallon Empire, the one the city guards were loyal to. Therefore, this battle was inevitable.

The army was getting closer, now less than twenty meters away. I could even see the hesitant expressions on the faces of the front-line soldiers.

Fine. If you want to fight, then I’ll make sure you’re scared first.

Raising my left hand,

Bang!!!

A surging frost mist burst out from my palm, spreading across the battlefield in a fan shape. Strong winds whipped up the accumulated snow on the ground, scattering the front-line soldiers into disarray. The frost mist covering their bodies made movement difficult.

The air temperature continued to drop. Soldiers’ teeth chattered; their leather armor could no longer protect them from the cold. The closer they were to me, the more violently their bodies trembled.

Some fell, while others continued to push forward, closing the gap to less than ten meters.

In the next moment, I bent my knee, leaping high into the air. My foot landed on an ice platform, and with a howling gale, I raised my short scythe and charged toward the city guards.

Bang! Bang!

As I landed, I used my knee to directly strike the chests of two soldiers in front, sending them flying backward. This impact carried over to the soldiers behind them, creating a gap in the formation.

“Hyah—!!”

The leader of the city guards swung his sword down at me, and I narrowed my eyes.

Perfect, I was planning to take you down first anyway.

I slightly dodged his slash, and my short scythe whistled, leaving a long trail of white smoke as it descended.

Pth.

The blade deeply pierced his shoulder.

“Ah!!”

The leader screamed, raising his hand

Holding the sickle by its blade, blood gushed from his palm instantly, yet he refused to let go. At the same time, his right hand raised the long sword again, his bloodshot eyes still glaring at me fiercely.

The sword, however, failed to come down.

Ice spread from his wound, enveloping half of his body in coldness. White frost crept up his cheek, and his originally clean skin quickly turned purple—he could no longer move.

Then, I pulled hard on the handle, extracting the short sickle along with coagulated blood clots and hardened flesh. The leader’s left hand, which had held the sickle, had three fingers snapped off.

“Ugh…!”

A look of agony appeared on the leader’s face. Due to half of his face being frozen stiff, he could not even produce a sound.

“My Lord Milton!”

Soldiers shouted in grief and anger. I kicked the leader away, sending him flying far. Hearing the wind beside me, I dodged an incoming long sword and slashed at a soldier’s arm, then kicked another soldier to the side. More soldiers surged forward, perhaps because they saw their leader injured. They showed no hesitation, their faces filled with ferocity. Even though their hair and eyebrows were covered in frost, they trembled as they swung their swords at me.

I grew impatient.

Crack!

Ice pillars burst beneath my feet. My small figure leaped into the air, swinging my tiny hands.

A large amount of Frost Mist surged towards the soldiers below. Instantly, cold winds rose, and my hair blew over my face. Underneath me, cries of agony echoed. I heard the sound of a bowstring trembling.

Whoosh—

An arrow flew towards me.

Clang!

I swiftly swung the sickle, deflecting the arrow. Looking in the direction it came from, I saw Valar standing at the rear, holding a crossbow.

“Valar!”

I hadn’t even found you yet, and you dared to show your face. Then, I’ll break your leg first.

Crack—

I changed direction, charging towards him on an ice platform.

But Valar sensed danger and used Moon Step to retreat backward, running away without looking back.

…So cowardly!

I landed on the ground, and the soldiers immediately surrounded me again.

“How dare you hurt our captain—”

They struck their breastplates with their swords, and someone started shouting.

“Frostmoon!”

Roar!

“Frostmoon!”

Roar!

The circle was closing in, and the front-line soldiers pointed their swords at me, their faces showing excitement.

Seeing this made me even more agitated.

“Get out of my way!”

A gentle breeze swept under my feet. In the next moment, my blue eyes glowed brightly, and my black hair danced wildly.

Boom—

Frost Mist exploded like a powerful bomb, spreading rapidly around me.

Countless ice crystals and snowflakes fluttered towards the enemy. Soldiers closer to me were entirely engulfed in white mist, screaming as they fell, soon becoming immobile. Those further away stared at their fallen comrades, standing there in shock, but no one dared to advance.

Whoosh—

I tilted my head slightly, and an arrow whizzed past my ear, hitting a soldier behind me. Turning my head, I saw Valar running back.

He still wore his metal mask. Seeing that I noticed him, he immediately retreated behind the soldiers, too afraid to confront me directly, hoping to find another chance to attack from hiding.

Go to hell.

I took a step toward his direction when suddenly, a commotion erupted from behind.

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned my head sharply, only to see the city guards blocking my view, making it impossible to see anything.

“…”

Frustrated, three-meter-high ice pillars rose beneath my feet. Standing on them, I saw the stern-faced black-haired man who had somehow descended from the tower. Leading over thirty leather-clad guards, he had already attacked from the rear.

“Lafayette!”

Lafayette’s long sword, shimmering with frost, was drawn from a soldier’s chest. He looked up and met my gaze: “Pepe, go capture Edward!”

Edward…

Edward had run to the carriage. His expression was one of panic, likely realizing the situation was dire and preparing to escape.