Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 231: The Death of King Medon
The predicted half-minute incapacitation of the enemy did not materialize as imagined.
King Medon’s expression changed, and he clenched his right hand violently. With a “snap,” he forcibly shattered the high-level damaging spell he was channeling.
The mental pain from the spell’s backlash made him frown involuntarily.
This was also due to his formidable strength and the mental fortitude he had cultivated under his mentor’s tutelage, which far surpassed that of mages from the North Continent. Otherwise, the elemental backlash alone would have instantly rendered him unconscious.
It is the greatest taboo for mages to be engaged in close combat with warriors.
Mages on the North Continent are divided into Combat Mages and Legion Mages.
However, there is no such division on the South Continent.
Mages there conduct more thorough research into magic and have long abandoned such outdated classifications.
Although King Medon was not among the absolute best, he had still cultivated himself to the Source Mage level. He also avoided close combat, but he was not as easily caught by melee professionals.
At this moment, the temperature throughout the royal palace had dropped to tens of degrees below zero. Ice elementals had become exceptionally active.
King Medon’s ice magic power and casting speed were greatly enhanced in such an environment. This was one of the combat methods of South Continent mages: using a series of wide-area spells to construct an environment with corresponding elemental attributes. Within this environment, the activity of the corresponding element would be boosted, thereby enhancing the mage’s overall capabilities. The effect was evident.
Spells that previously required incantations could now be cast instantly. With a casual wave of his hand, a giant Frost Spear shot towards the pouncing King Karari. He stamped his foot again. Sharp ice spikes erupted from the ground, glinting coldly as they targeted the approaching enemy. Everything happened in a flash.
“King Karari”’s longsword swept out, severing the ice spikes, and the ice spear was also knocked aside by his sword. However, a moment’s delay was enough.
King Medon held both arms forward, and a series of azure spell arrays unfolded on his arms. These azure spell arrays rotated.
“Buzz—”
A howling gale erupted, and a torrent of ice arrows shot out from the spell arrays. This was a specialized application of the Ice Arrow spell. The most ancient form of Ice Arrow was to designate an area for ice arrows to fall. However, King Medon was using a modified version. This modified Ice Arrow spell provided more precise and flexible targeting. Now, amplified by the surrounding environment, the density of the Ice Arrows was five to six times greater than usual, transforming into ice pillars that surged towards “King Karari.”
Meanwhile, King Medon used the recoil from the modified Frost Arrow Rain spell to further increase the distance.
While maintaining the Frost Arrow Rain spell, King Medon began channeling the Ice Armor spell with his left hand and continued to channel the high-level damaging spell he had previously interrupted, the Extreme Cold Coffin, with his right hand.
At this moment, the overloaded operation of his mental power caused frost to appear in his eyes. His entire body felt frozen, turning pale and stiff. These were some of the side effects of being excessively exposed to the dense frost element.
“You are not King Karari at all!” King Medon gritted his teeth and coldly snorted. He repeated this sentence again.
The formidable Champion Knight advanced through the Frost Arrow Rain, his speed only slightly reduced. The surrounding frost element seemed to have very little effect on him. He recalled his past correspondence with Karari. King Karari had mentioned that he was not skilled with greatswords, and the color of his Qi was blue. In contrast, the brute force knight before him possessed the aura of a lion’s phantom, golden Qi, and wielded a ferocious greatsword… His true identity was becoming clear.
“You are the King of Winter! Damn it, I should have realized when I saw your army. How could that fool possibly be your match? He’s likely dead already!”
Xi Wei did not answer King Medon’s question, effectively confirming it. The Conqueror King’s greatsword, like a warship sailing on the sea, shattered the frost before him and struck King Medon’s timed Frost Armor with an unstoppable force.
“Boom—”
The ice armor remained intact. However, the residual force and Qi shattered the palace wall behind King Medon.
“Why are you doing this!” King Medon, seeing that his ice armor had not broken, breathed a slight sigh of relief and roared at the Champion Knight before him.
“The Emerald Frontier is being attacked by Elves. If the North Continent’s most impenetrable fortress falls to the Elves, do you not know what those resentful long-eared monkeys will do?”
“Do you think they will spare your Winter Kingdom? No, they will simply see you as the new Kolon Empire!”
Facing King Medon’s question, Xi Wei simply smiled and dodged the incoming Frost Blade and Frost Spear. He swung his sword fiercely at King Medon’s ice armor again. With this strike, the lion roared and clawed, causing the ground to sink, the entire palace showing signs of collapse, and a “crack” appeared on the ice armor.
This “crack” terrified King Medon. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The Frost Armor was no ordinary minor spell; it was a unique elemental armor that only Source Mages could learn. Its activation not only required a long channeling time but also consumed one high-level Magic Core. As a life-saving measure for a Source Mage, the elemental armor had one characteristic: it was incredibly tough. Yet, it was cracked by two blows from the King of Winter. Who could withstand this! Could the King of Winter have already touched the threshold of legend?
“King of Winter, if the continent falls, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame, scorned by all peoples, and your name will be reviled for eternity. Even children will throw stones at your portraits!” King Medon’s face contorted as he unleashed a venomous curse. Simultaneously, the Extreme Cold Coffin he had been preparing for a long time was finally channeled. Before the Frost Armor could shatter, he hurled it fiercely at the King of Winter. This was his last chance.
After releasing a massive amount of magic power, interrupting a spell leading to magic backlash, and now successfully channeling the Frost Armor and Extreme Cold Coffin, his magic power was nearly depleted. It was either the King of Winter dies, or he lives!
The surrounding temperature plummeted to over a hundred degrees below zero. A Crystal Coffin vaguely enshrouded the entire Karari Royal Palace, and the surrounding temperature continued to drop. The biting cold penetrated deep into the soul.
“This is the top-tier ice spell, Extreme Cold Coffin, right? A spell just below the forbidden level. If its range were larger, in terms of lethality, it would already be considered a forbidden spell.” Xi Wei felt the surrounding temperature, and even with the Red Dragon Bloodline granting him considerable resistance to elemental magic, he still felt the bone-chilling cold.
“I didn’t expect you to be so knowledgeable.” King Medon observed the King of Winter’s reaction. Seeing that the King of Winter was gradually freezing, he couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.
“I truly have no way to deal with such a powerful magic. Mages are still very strong. Failing to interrupt critical spells can be a matter of life and death for Knights and Warriors.” Xi Wei sighed with regret. It was the first time he had encountered such a troublesome mage. From birth until now, almost every mage he encountered, except for the “nun” created by the Holy See, had been vanquished by him in close combat.
The regret on the King of Winter’s face was mistaken by King Medon as the King of Winter giving up resistance. The joy in his heart was irrepressible, and he could already envision himself unifying the North Continent and becoming its king.
