The Rise of the Frost Dragons (Blue Triangle Series #2) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

They go to their hideout far from the demon city of Daeva. The goal of the Snowsong Alliance is to find the only antidote for demon-turned humans, as they would be the biggest threats in the upcoming war, and as much as possible, prevent the demons from turning more humans into their kin. Their missions continue in luring the flying castle in Daeva, as they cannot cross the river. They had their chance of getting out during the invasion last year, but they chose to stay, as they still had a mission to do, ordered by their king. To kill him. Letholdus Aragon ruled the flying city, along with the demon-turned elite warriors. Arth and the Snowsong Alliance have known about the arrival of the flying city in Daeva. So their mission has started. They would go first and infiltrate Orcus City. There, they must go and obtain the Tears of Zer’elas, the legendary king of corruption. His tears can corrupt and destroy anything it touched when exposed to air. Their mission was to get the tears and

The elevator trembled and chains rattled. Arth descended, rock walls sliding up in all sides. It was still a long way down, so he had the time to lean back on the wooden elevator and closed his eyes. Arth was tired. But it was very normal in every afternoon of his work.One thing that pissed Arth was his aching shoulders and back spine. And he had to endure it every day. But it would all be worth it when he’d go home to their mansion.The elevator finally settled on the ground, letting Arth open the door and walk to the large tunnel. Two columns of wooden pillars supported the rocky ceiling of the passageway. The air had gotten thicker. Wheelbarrows, crates, and buckets containing ores rested on both sides of the tunnel.Arth headed forward, passing by torchlights that illuminated the dark path. He could hear the echoing, clanging sound of hammers against chisel and shattering rocks. But then a faint presence crept behind him. He turned his head around, but saw nothing, no one behind

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.“He’s a complete arsehole,” Kael said as he cut the stem of another azalea flower. “He’d been cruel enough to banish me from his kingdom like an exile … and now he’s inviting me to go back?” He gripped the stem, almost forgetting to be gentle in putting the flower on his woven-basket backpack.“For heaven’s sake, Kael,” Gabriella shook her head, harvesting more azaleas, “It’s been over like what? Eight years? Perhaps the prince has finally changed his mind.”“Or,” Peter cut in, “That big-head-brat has finally come to realize banishing Kael

The most tiresome time of Tristan’s daily regime was here again. He was sitting on the high seat, his cheeks rested on both palms of his hands, and supported by his elbows on the table. The bright, morning light from the huge glass windows gently kissed Tristan’s ocean blue eyes, as his gaze was only locked outside. He never gave a single attention to the old and bland-speaking man at his front who was holding a book while citing the texts on it.“The two cities, Casterfall and Hailborne, were both the underlying source of the region’s…”“Seriously, do I really have to do this every day?” Tristan whispered to himself, letting out a huge breath. Thick, ancient-looking books were piled at his both sides on the table. One book was opened, resting between his elbows but the writings were too frustrating for him. They were so tiny and full of complicated words which he had never known of before.“Okay, that’s it,” Tristan finally spoke up as he closed the big book which was all about the g

A loud, shrieking scream of a beast molested the deep silence throughout the darkness of the snow forest. Warm blood dripped down on the ground from Arth’s black sword. He opened the mouth of the dead boar using his boots, where a small, white sphere appeared on top of its tongue. Arth took the core and placed it on his jar, containing half-filled white spheres from the C-class beasts he had slain earlier. However, it had been almost two hours and he never found a B-class beast yet. Time was running out and he would have lesser chances of winning if he could not collect a red core. “Where’re those damn beasts?” Arth muttered a curse as he continued his hunt, leaving the dead body of the boar on the snowy ground. The Dark Woods had gotten even darker as the sun was going down. The thick branches on the high trees completely covered the light from the cloudy skies. Dread. Arth breathed the cold, foggy air as he rushed through the depths of