A loud roar echoed. The Ice Dragon's massive claw tore through the ground effortlessly, causing a tremor. The dragon had no will of its own. Its only thought was the command given to it by the Goddess.
Destroy the heretics…
The dragon's power was far beyond that of the Ice Men. The souls of the endlessly dying Wargans were being absorbed, making the Ice Dragon even stronger. A cruel but powerful method.
Frowning, Boris looked at the savage dragon that was busy devouring souls and immediately called out to Rick, who was twenty meters away.
"Rick, can you defeat it using that sword of yours?"
Hearing Boris's words, Rick immediately understood and nodded. "I can, but it's still difficult. This thing keeps getting stronger. I'm afraid it's developing resistance."