Chapter 125: Chapter 124: Behemoth

The night rain, like melted black oil, flowed over the watchtower, washing the metal-reinforced structure and gathering into a turbid stream in the grooves.

The Jackal Wolfman Knight was soaked, biting on half a pickled lizard tail, its yellow-brown pupils narrowed to a thin line.

Its hyena mount, Ironfang, was scratching its ear with a hind leg, the chain-woven saddle clinking with the movement.

“It seems something is approaching.”

The kobold sentry on the watchtower gazed into the distance and said uncertainly.

“Bet you a white crystal coin, your broken telescope again caught a ground lizard and mistook it for an enemy attack.”

The Jackal Wolfman Knight kicked the ogre guard beside him.

As for the white crystal coin he mentioned.

It’s a currency forged from diamond dust mixed with some white minerals, flowing within the Molten Iron Clan, and Iron Dragon Solrog spent a year teaching the clan’s monsters the importance of currency, bidding farewell to the primitive barter trade.

The task of minting currency was handled by the Red Dragon Alchemist Samantha.

The diamond produced from the Symbiotic Pool isn’t the usual decorative kind; it’s harder than steel and very difficult to process. Only the Red Dragon Alchemist, with her violence and fiery might, could easily mass-produce white crystal coins and those weapons and equipment infused with diamonds.

Among the several dragons of the Molten Iron Clan,

excluding Lord Galos,

Samantha is now the wealthiest.

The now-wealthy Samantha is very satisfied with the path of alchemy, feeling that Galos did not deceive her and takes pride in her initial choice, feeling fortunate for trusting Galos.

Returning to the topic.

The ogre guard leaned by the watchtower’s brazier, using a giant palm to roast a chunk of unknown meat, the grease dripping into the charcoal fire, creating a sizzling sound that mixed with the rain to produce an oddly serene ambiance.

The robust gray hyena suddenly pricked its ears, ceased its itching, and a low growl rumbled in its throat.

The Jackal Wolfman Knight reflexively grasped his scimitar, rainwater dripping through his clawed fingers.

The ogre guard showed no reaction, too engrossed in the aroma of the roasting meat to care about anything else, drool continuously dripping from the corners of his mouth.

“Enemy attack, enemy attack!”

The kobold sentry screeched in an ear-piercing voice like its tail had been stepped on, seeing something horrifying in the rain, and blew the alarm horn.

The next second, a subtle tremor ran through the foundation of the whole watchtower, dousing the flames in the brazier.

On the distant horizon, a shadow darker than the night tore open the rain curtain.

Initially just a blurred outline, but as the distance closed, the figure became clearer—a terrifying beast taller than the watchtower, its white fur drenched in icy blue chill, rain evaporating into white mist on its body before solidifying into ice crystals.

Each step it took made the earth tremble, cracking and extending like branches.

Its speed was swift, and as it drew nearer, its full stature was revealed to the Jackal Wolfman Knight.

This was a humanoid giant beast, with robust limbs, its forelimbs akin to giant ape-like strength, mammoth-like tusks protruding from its mouth, enveloped in white fur, blood-red eyes, and a body length approaching twenty meters.

“By the Ancestral Spirit…”

The Jackal Wolfman Knight’s pupils shrank to needle points.

The beast’s blood-red eyes shone like two blood moons in the pouring rain, it raised its head and let out a deafening roar, the soundwave overturning the nearest watchtower.

“Crush skulls and drink blood, shatter bones and sing a song!”

Each ogre guard stood up, roaring the warcry, rushing towards the giant beast; the warriors of iron will trembled slightly, charging alongside the ogres, but in the face of the giant beast, the ogres were flung away like toys, and other jackal wolves and kobolds were directly crushed, shattered, and turned into minced meat.

Giant Wolf Knights, Hyena Knights, and other iron riders galloped, relying on speed and agility to harass.

Whoosh!

The giant beast exhaled a piercing cold breath, turning the rain into ice crystal particles, the ground’s puddles solidifying into ice layers, the knights’ bodies nearly frozen stiff, the mounts’ limbs immobilized.

Quickly, the monsters began to scatter.

As intelligent beings, when realizing they were completely outmatched and facing mass slaughter, their morale naturally disintegrated, leading to a scattered retreat.

The kobold sentry, panic-stricken, spread a pair of wings behind him.

A few kobolds are naturally born with wings and the ability to fly, and this sentry was among them.

He desperately flapped his wings in the rain, looking back to see the giant beast, after destroying the obstructing watchtower, not intentionally pursuing the remnants, but aimlessly wandering towards Shattered Stone Beach.

Needleleaf Valley.

Solrog shook the rain off his scale armor, the damp chill making the Iron Dragon uncomfortable, but more unsettling was the earlier incident.

The outpost further north of Shattered Stone Beach had been attacked by the giant beast.

The stationed monsters were scattered but not entirely wiped out, and the survivors reported the matter immediately.

The Iron Dragon, upon receiving the information, personally investigated, seeing the target having already crossed Shattered Stone Beach, heading towards the Quenching Highlands.

Having recognized the target’s identity, Iron Dragon Solrog didn’t foolishly attempt to probe, knowing he wasn’t a match, he immediately informed his brother, the true king of the Molten Iron Clan.

“So you’re saying a Frost Behemoth is approaching the Quenching Highlands?”

Galos furrowed his brow, halting his daily neck training, and said.

“Yes! I suspect it originates from the Eternal Frost Tundra.”

Crossing the Estonian River and heading north, beyond that lies the Wilderness Region, gradually approaching the Eternal Frost Tundra.

This area is also known as the Eternal Icefield and Cold Desert, home to Frost Giants, White Dragons, Winter Ghosts, and other creatures, including the residence of Silver Dragons.

The Eternal Frost Tundra is harsh and barren.

From time to time, some powerful fierce beast or monster migrates to the Sel Wilderness.

The attacked outpost was located north of Shattered Stone Beach, already near the Estonian River, meant to guard against further northern attacks.

Though it was destroyed, it fulfilled its initial mission, and will be rebuilt later.

“Initially, I thought it was a vanguard from some Frost Giant Tribe, intending to expand territory into the Sel Wilderness, but upon closer investigation, no Frost Giants were found in the vicinity.”

The Iron Dragon said solemnly.

Galos slightly closed his eyes, deep in thought.

Behemoth giants are not traditional creatures but rather biological weapons created by the Giant Race in ancient times to combat the Dragon Race, possessing considerable terrifying power, but lacking intelligence, akin to beasts, often driven and controlled by Giant Mages.

Frost Behemoths primarily exist in super large Frost Giant tribes.

“It’s wandering aimlessly, but the general direction is towards the Quenching Highlands.”

“If it gets close to the Symbiotic Pool at the Broken Stone Camp, it would cause significant damage.”

The Iron Dragon whispered.

The Broken Stone Camp, formerly the Stone Giant Camp, contains the Symbiotic Pool, now the most precious resource of the Molten Iron Clan. The high-quality minerals produced can be used for crafting equipment and trading, being a strategic resource that cannot be lost.

The fighting units of the Hammer of Shattered Stars Warband, including Kalu, are primarily stationed at the Broken Stone Camp.

However, considering the strength of the Frost Behemoth, encountering it might be challenging to resist.

Iron Dragon Solrog wouldn’t disturb Galos without reason.

He knows Galos focuses more on his own strength, but now coming over expressly, the intention is clear—he wants Galos to step in and solve this issue.

Aside from Galos,

no one else can resolve it.

If he were to lead the warband to besiege it, using life to wear down the Frost Behemoth, they might have a chance to deal with it, but the Molten Iron Clan would pay an extremely heavy price.

Galos spread his wings, the gust stirring the rain into surging waves.

“Lead the way.”

He said concisely, letting the Iron Dragon guide his direction.

The Frost Behemoth of unknown origin posed a threat, and he couldn’t let it go unchecked.

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