The Giant Evil Snowman also realized the danger of this attack, so it quickly gathered energy, and dense ice shards appeared deep in its throat, making the Tiefling Paladin feel a bone-chilling cold blast towards him.
"Freezing Breath!"
But Meizhuolashi still braved the biting cold wind, holding his sword with both hands, and chopped down fiercely.
The Giant Evil Snowman tilted his head, and the longsword struck the coiled horns on both sides of his head, slowly cutting into them. But the Snowman resisted the blade with immense force, shaking his large horns violently from side to side, making it difficult for Meizhuolashi to concentrate his strength.
The protective aura around Meizhuolashi flickered, barely resisting the invasion of the cold.
Blood continuously flowed from the Giant Evil Snowman's severed arm, and Meizhuolashi's body gradually froze; this was the final struggle for life.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a time, both wanting to kill the other.
Just then, a sudden change occurred.
"Boom!"
Several scorching fireballs struck the Giant Evil Snowman's back, charring a large area of his fur and making him unstable.
The power of the flames even penetrated deep into his flesh, scorching his cold-blooded body.
The weakened Giant Evil Snowman let out a painful howl, and he instinctively let go, flinging the Tiefling aside.
He suddenly turned his head, pounding his chest, wanting to intimidate this despicable sneak attacker.
However, what met his eyes was a sky-scorching blaze ember.
"Maximized Flame Breath!"
In an instant, the accumulated snow was evaporated, and white smoke billowed from the exposed ground.
The previously imposing Giant Evil Snowman still stood there, but he was now completely blurred and charred, emitting a burnt smell.
As the cold wind blew gently, the crippled body fell straight down, collapsing into a pile of fine ash, which was then scattered by the wind.
"Tsk tsk, a fire-weak monster."
Ke Xiu Si folded his wings and landed on the ground, stepping right on the remaining blaze ember ashes.
His panel displayed new information.
【You killed the 【Giant Evil Snowman】 (Challenge Level 9), gaining 5000xp】
【Your level has increased to Level 6】
The feeling of stealing a kill was just so satisfying; a powerful Level 9 monster was directly taken down with one blow.
As the Giant Evil Snowman turned to ash, the other Snowmen scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing back into the snowy mountains.
Although the Snowmen fled, the Tieflings remained tense.
—Because they welcomed an even more powerful and unpredictable Red Dragon.
Although he helped them kill the Giant Evil Snowman, no one knew whether this giant dragon, who had intruded so rashly, was friend or foe, especially since it was a Red Dragon known for its evil and cruelty.
The Tiefling warriors stood guard with their swords and shields, nervously watching the Red Dragon slowly approach, but no one dared to provoke the giant dragon.
Meizhuolashi supported himself with his longsword, struggling to get up from the snow.
He tried his best to remain calm, watching the Red Dragon in front of him—a massive body, eight or nine meters long, with bulging muscles, exceptionally robust, covered in bright, metallic-lustered scales, and exhaling a sulfurous, scorching breath from his mouth, as if a volcano was hidden within his body.
A powerful Red Dragon, absolutely not to be fought head-on.
This was his final judgment.
Red Dragons have always been known for their brutality; any offense could provoke them, causing them to bury everything in flames.
The most famous Red Dragon in the Stormwind Highlands area recently was "Flying Flame," who massacred the Eagle Guard.
And the enemy of an enemy is a friend.
Thinking of this, he commanded:
"Put down your weapons."
Although the Tiefling warriors were reluctant, they still obeyed the order and dropped their weapons.
Meizhuolashi sheathed his longsword at his waist and bowed with difficulty.
"Noble Lord Flying Flame, thank you for helping us eliminate our enemy. Once we settle down, we will offer you sufficient compensation as a token of our sincerity."
"But I don't know... why have you graced us with your presence?"
Ke Xiu Si looked at the Tiefling in front of him, not answering directly, but rather saying with amusement:
"You are the leader of the Tiefling resistance army?"
"The legendary demon descendant, the Son of Hell, who supposedly eats three humans per meal?"
Meizhuolashi's expression remained unchanged, but he said calmly:
"That is merely slander from the Lakeman Family. I believe you are more aware than I of the arrogance and rudeness of those bloodsucking pests. The Lakeman Family has always been like this—just as they brazenly invaded your territory."
Ke Xiu Si looked down at the Tiefling and said, "A very good speech, but with just talk and this ridiculous army, you won't be able to survive the Anzetta winter."
Meizhuolashi respectfully said:
"You anticipated this, and so you came, did you not?"
Ke Xiu Si shook his head slightly and said, "To be honest, you are insignificant to me. Only you have a little value; the rest of the Tieflings are perhaps not even worth a box of silver coins."
Meizhuolashi said solemnly, "But I will fight to the death for them, sacrificing my life."
Ke Xiu Si narrowed his eyes and said, "I can help you fight against the Lakeman Family's army."
"But you are already at odds with them; this has nothing to do with the Tieflings."
Ke Xiu Si scoffed and shook his head, saying:
"But that doesn't prevent me from deciding your lives and deaths. If I make peace with the Lakeman Family, report your location to them, and grant them military passage, what do you think will happen next?"
"To be honest, you have no capital to negotiate with me."
He continued:
"Think about it, my Ember Nest can also accommodate Tieflings."
"I can provide you with shelter, help you survive the severe cold, and even... resist the pursuit of the Eagle Guard."
Facing this tempting offer, Meizhuolashi's breathing quickened slightly.
The light of his ideals had long been extinguished; now his only wish was to preserve his kin.
And this opportunity was right before his eyes.
The Tiefling hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"Then, Lord..."
"What is the price?"
This young but weathered Tiefling Paladin knew that everything came at a price; there was never a free lunch in this world, only unprovoked hatred that sought you out.
Ke Xiu Si leaned slightly closer to the Tiefling, his words like a demon's whisper:
"Northwind Fortress."
"I want you to become my dependents and help me seize all of this."
Meizhuolashi slightly raised his head and saw that the Red Dragon's golden pupils seemed to burn with the fires of hell.
He had once yearned for light and salvation, walking the path of mercy and justice, and even after breaking his oath, he still habitually followed the tenets of a Paladin of Redemption, trying to maintain his true nature.
But now, for survival, for the simplest act of living, he had to make this choice.
To become a dependent of an Evil Dragon, to help him seize the city.
"Yes, Master."
"The Tiefling tribe is willing to obey your will."
Meizhuolashi, the Paladin who had once sworn to kneel only to the gods, bent his knees and knelt down.
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