Terraria Frost King の小説・ストーリー

Tana's POV I dragged my feet through the thick forest covered with snow. Looking up, I stared at the sky as snow fell down gently. My gaze moved to the wilderness before me. My body was burning from the pain, and the pain shot deep within my body. I tried to fight it, but my attempt was futile, and slowly I fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Bad Ferryman is either the Divine Frost Tiger, the Progenitor of the Snow People reborn, or one of the bastard children of the shitty Reaper King after the Destruction." "Careful of your words child." Bedalika said sternly. Yaya was an infant during the time of the Divine Frost Tiger and her father and mother were just teenagers during the time the Reaper Clan leading the Primordial Palaces, actually had the Overthrowing of everything. Sending several Dimensions into flux. "Ren is definitely not one of those of those that caused trouble for everyone." "That's is only your hope sister." Kristoff said as she walked over. "But I have played for him a few times, most songs he asked me to play w

“I saw them exchange words with Astrid. They talked about taking Viridian. I told Jarvis and his mate. They told me that if there was a way I could communicate with them, we could use them to get rid of you both and, after, we could kill the frostborn and then take over Viridian.” A heavy sigh left his mouth as he turned to look at me before facing her. “So you have no idea about these frostborn and their king? I want their king. I want to meet with it.” Soren insisted. “In the far lands in the west. You would have to pass about five camps of the frostborn before getting to their king.

They were one. His wolf stirred beneath the surface of his skin, restless, still tasting the fading scent of burned flesh from the battlefield. The Netherborn had come. And they had burned. A soft crunch of gravel sounded behind him. “Still brooding, standing Supreme Beta?” Koa didn't turn. “I prefer thinking,” he replied calmly. The scent told him who it was before the voice did. Ragnar Frostbane. The Rogue King stepped beside him, his massive frame cloaked in black fur and iron discipline. His silver-streaked hair moved with the wind as he looked out across the same dark forest.

he thought. ~~~DARK DOMAIN~~~ NIGHT Frost leaned against the cold wall outside the clan, a cigarette pressed between his fingers. The ember glowed fierce in the darkness as he took another hard drag, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into the moonlit night. That was when he heard it— A low, hushed voice behind the corner. He stilled. Moving silently, Frost crept toward the sound, his instincts sharp. Peeking around, he saw Kendrox, back turned, speaking tensely into a burner phone.

"The Frostfire Fern is a sacred plant of the peaks. Its locations are hidden, and its extraction is forbidden to outsiders. But I am not an unreasonable man, Alpha King. If this girl truly possesses the mind she claims, she can prove it." The Chieftain stepped closer, a dark, testing smile touching his weathered lips. "Our shamans have a warrior who was struck by a poisoned rogue blade three days ago. Our herbs cannot stop the decay in his chest; he suffocates as we speak. If your 'Director' can stabilize him using only the tools in her bag and the ice on these rocks, I will personally lead you to the highest crevice where the fern grows." Gunnar’s voice dropped into a deadly, low rumble. "B

"Look at the floor!" ​"The stone is weeping black fluid. It isn't coming from the Crimson Dominion's capital. The signal was a feint. They're marching on the Frost Kingdom!" Kaelor growled, his ancient blade snapping up as a sickening, familiar smell of ozone and rotten flesh filled the air. ​"The Frost Kingdom?" Seraphina gasped. Her hand tearing away from the portrait of her own face. The sapphire heart in her chest flared violently, sending a sharp wave of ice-cold agony straight to her core.

Even as Hades cried out in pain and blood trickled from King's lips, he sunk his teeth deeper. King was awakening a core meridian found only on his chosen children, the Black-furs. It was the place that would open to his true unfiltered aura. His other paw rubbed Hades's exposed back from shoulder to tail. And once King got a grip on the tom's flicking tail, he wrapped it around his fist and pulled upward to expose the Black-fur's ass.