Chapter 210: Chapter 105: Probing! Lower-Ranked Heroic Spirits The Catman Heroic Spirits summoned through ritual magic are incredibly powerful!
You can tell from their movements alone that they must have been seasoned hunters who had survived countless battles in life. These priestly Heroic Spirits are unnamed entities, likely warriors who died gloriously in battle without leaving their names behind. Duncan leans more towards the idea that they were anonymous figures sacrificed by the Catman tribe after death due to a lack of legendary level in life.
Cook, however, is a bit more remarkable.
His figure leaps out like a cheetah, his long knife drawn in an instant, followed by the Northern Bearman’s scream as a massive bear paw is chopped off on the spot.
Most Catmen are one-star or two-star units, but the summoned Heroic Spirits are at least three-star whiteboards.
The tide of battle reversed in an instant.
A renowned Praised Hunter joined the fight and immediately killed a bulky, obese Northern Bearman, and the injured part of his body showed no traces of blood.
These aren’t living beings!
The Northern Bearmen seem equally surprised that their enemies could summon Ancestral Spirits. One of the larger leader units growled in a peculiar voice, "Kill that priest!" (Bearman language)
"Disrupt their ritual."
Three burly Bearmen lunged forward like polar bears.
A Catman High-tier Hunter blocked in front, severely wounding one enemy before being torn to pieces, his scattered body parts showing no blood, only the Heroic Spirit’s body beginning to dissipate, dimming the glow of a cluster on the altar.
This spell is quite powerful.
The fierce combat reached a stalemate, with over a dozen Catmen dead or injured, one Heroic Spirit fallen, and another severely wounded. Only the Praised Hunter, Cook, retained some combat capability. But the Northern Bearmen didn’t fare well either, suffering significant casualties. If the fight continued, half of the tribe’s warriors might be lost.
But having reached such a dire state, no one could back down now.
The cold Northern Land is a monster’s circle.
All creatures that failed to seize territory were driven here. Although individually strong and ferocious, they still couldn’t compete with the pioneering Elf nobility. Every piece of land here was left behind by tribes that fought to the end. Losers either migrated to colder, more desolate ice fields or became food for the victors.
There isn’t enough to eat.
These two beast tribes couldn’t both survive here; eventually, one would be eliminated.
The juvenile dragon’s silhouette soared across the sky.
At this moment, Duncan had already locked onto a target, personally inclined to help the Catmen because their civilization resembled primal society, while the hostile Bearmen were nearly beast-like.
——Fierce Dive!
The juvenile dragon, like a fighter jet, dived down from the sky. The wind and snow made it difficult to detect, and by the time the whistling sound broke the air, it had already locked onto its target, descending rapidly.
In an instant, the Bearman leader attempted to dodge the dive.
But it was slightly too slow; the sharp Dragon Claw nearly split it open, causing scalding blood and intestines to gush out, its screams echoing across the battlefield.
"A dragon!?"
"Why is there a dragon here?"
Even though it was still a juvenile dragon, Duncan’s appearance struck a hint of fear in every creature nearby. The instinctive intimidation etched into their genes was something even the Northern Land’s monsters couldn’t resist.
Roar!
The juvenile dragon’s roar stirred the Wind of Magic.
In an instant.
The wind and snow swirled like a vortex. With a roar in Dragon Language, the cold currents swept frost forward, freezing a one-meter diameter, four to five-meter-long area into icy mist. As for the Northern Bearman ready to attack, the burly figure was pushed back more than a meter.
This wasn’t simple Frost Magic.
The juvenile dragon’s roar in Dragon Language acted like an Air Cannon. While the Wind of Magic transformed into a cold current, it also generated a strong push.
"Dragon Roar!..." The Catman Priest’s face was filled with terror.
Centered on the juvenile dragon, within a five-meter radius, countless frost and snow scattered, and even the snow beneath its feet was cleared in a pattern resembling a shockwave. Only when the Dragon Roar stopped did the blown snowflakes gently fall back down.
And by then, the juvenile dragon had already leaped out, tearing a Bearman’s face to shreds with one claw.
The grotesque scene resembled five daggers simultaneously slashing across a face.
"Has the Dragon Roar’s power increased?"
Duncan controlled the second human form to swiftly ascend. With one wave of sneak attack complete, he left immediately but still barely avoided a crude short spear thrown by the enemy, which hit the juvenile dragon’s back with a metallic clash.
Breaking through dragon scales with such inferior iron weapons was nearly impossible; all it did was cause bruising.
But the enemy’s strength was immense.
The juvenile dragon stumbled slightly and quickly soared to a height of over a hundred meters, completely out of the enemy’s attack range.
"That dragon is helping us!..." murmured a Catman Hunter.
With Duncan’s action, the outcome was decided.
Yet he didn’t remain, as the Catmen didn’t change to green marks representing allies, remaining as the neutral yellow units instead, and a few even carried faint red hostile marks.
After all, it was a dragon, and it was necessary to remain cautious.
Duncan feared staying for too long might provoke the Catmen to turn against him. Not all beings could resist the allure of a dragon.
A juvenile dragon itself is a huge treasure.
Even the dragon’s corpse, including dragon claws, dragon teeth, dragon bones, dragon hide, dragon blood, etc., holds tremendous value in this era.