Raising the Northern Grand Duchy as a Max-Level All-Master-Chapter 112.2
Sun, Isabelle, and Balzac gazed toward a specific point on the battlefield.
[It has been a while.]
[A while indeed.]
Likewise, Jörmungandr and Isaac also focused their gaze on the trio.
Flash—!
Without another word, their duel began.
Three Northern superhumans faced off against the North’s legendary monster—and the lich who had fused with it—just before the wall.
Flash-flash!
Swish!
Balzac, the Frost Swordmaster, known as the “Frostblade,” gleamed with cold, razor-sharp precision as he targeted the gaps between Jörmungandr’s scales.
His movements were as swift and unhindered as the winter wind, seamlessly transitioning between ground and air.
“Over here! Hraaaaah!”
On the opposite side, Sun, dubbed the “Northern Ice Wall,” wielded an enormous shield forged entirely from Northern Black Iron. With it, he taunted the white serpent.
Shhhhiiiiing—
Thud!
Jörmungandr’s powerful tail struck Sun’s shield with immense force, but the Ice Wall held firm, deflecting the blow without faltering.
Thud!
Thud!
CRASH!
Each time the colossal tail slammed into the shield, the enchantments, barriers, and protective spells embedded in the shield absorbed or redirected the damage. ȐáNΟＢЁś
His defense stood as immovable as a glacier.
“Snow winds, blossom into white flowers!”
High above, Isabelle cast intricate spells, white petals blooming from her fingertips and swirling around Jörmungandr, obscuring its vision.
“Spirits of the earth, dig deep pits!”
Her incantation stirred the ground, creating pits to disrupt the serpent’s movements.
Screeeech!!
Enraged, Jörmungandr activated its fourth heart and unleashed dark magic.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Dark orbs shot toward the trio.
“Not so fast!”
Sun’s shield blocked the incoming dark orbs with unyielding determination.
“Hyaah!”
From behind the shield, Balzac dashed out, slashing through the serpent’s body and inflicting wounds with lightning-fast strikes.
“Weaken!”
Isabelle summoned life spirits to sap Jörmungandr’s strength, further diminishing its power.
The battle was fierce.
Flash-flash-flash!
Around the giant white serpent, solid ice walls, razor-sharp frost blades, and relentless spirits created chaos.
Boom! Boom-boom! Crash-crash!
Jörmungandr’s four hearts, each beating to its own rhythm, continuously supplied the serpent with immense power. However, against the flawless teamwork of the three Northern champions, it began to falter.
The Frost Swordmaster’s blade threatened to pierce its hearts, while the Spring Mage’s spells weakened the influence of the black sorcerers. Every move was calculated, with no room for error.
Screeeeeech!
At last, the white serpent could no longer withstand the trio’s relentless assault and recoiled.
The first clash seemed to have concluded with a victory for humanity.
Balzac and Sun took a moment to catch their breath, landing atop the wall’s watchtowers, while Isabelle remained airborne on her broomstick.
Jörmungandr, wounded and retreating, pulled its massive body back.
Kuuuoooooo!
However, the serpent’s retreat was not to escape but to gather momentum.
“What?!”
“Stop it!!”
Balzac quickly realized its intent and shouted.
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But it was too late. Jörmungandr raised its massive head and launched itself toward the wall like a battering ram.
Despite its colossal size, its speed and agility were startling.
Shiiing—
Boom!
The trio attempted to intercept, but—
Kooooo!!
The white serpent charged forward undeterred, seemingly indifferent to the grievous wounds inflicted upon it.
Whoooosh!
The sheer wind pressure generated by its massive body knocked over numerous monsters and orcs nearby, burying them under avalanches of snow.
But this was nothing compared to the impact the wall was about to endure.
KRAAAAAAAASH!!
When the serpent collided with the wall, an indescribable shockwave surged through the structure.
“Ughhhhh!”
“Hold on! Grab something!”
Many soldiers were thrown off the wall and fell to their deaths.
CRASH!
A shattering sound, like breaking glass, rang out, signaling the collapse of the wall’s protective barrier.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The serpent’s body slam was devastatingly effective, its impact befitting its immense size. If not for the barrier, the wall would have crumbled to dust.
“The wall’s protective shield is gone!”
This meant that the defensive enchantments and barriers safeguarding the wall were no longer active.
“Reinstate the barrier… quickly!”
At Isabelle’s urgent command, the mages began chanting to restore the shield.
But their efforts temporarily halted their control over the spirits.
“Chweeek! (Now’s the time!)”
“Chweek! Chwee-chweek! (Counterattack!)”
The orcs seized the opportunity, bringing forward massive catapults that hurled enchanted ice boulders.
BOOM!
The projectiles struck the unshielded wall, detonating upon impact and spreading freezing explosions across the area.
Unlike normal ice, these boulders carried curses that froze everything they touched, creating makeshift staircases of ice leading to the wall.
“They’re trying to build ice ramps! Destroy them!”
“Break the ice!”
Soldiers grabbed hammers and smashed at the icy formations, while knights imbued their blades with mana to shatter the emerging ramps.
Bweeeek!
The battle escalated beyond just the ground.
“Druids incoming!”
“Protect the mages!”
Druids transformed into massive monstrous birds, soaring into the air and swarming the space above the wall.
“Ahhh!”
Mages riding brooms scrambled to descend to safety.
“Shoot them down!”
The soldiers fired arrows skyward, but without the guidance of spirits, hitting the swift-moving creatures was nearly impossible.
Occasionally, a lucky arrow would clip a wing, sending a druid plummeting, but even then, the shapeshifters would simply transform again and continue their assault from the ground.
BOOM! BOOM! CRASH!
The relentless bombardment of icy projectiles and aerial druid attacks continued, and eventually, gaps began to form.
Ice ramps were finally completed in several areas.
Kuuuoooo!
Crack, crack, crack!
Leading the charge, the druids transformed into werewolves and rapidly ascended the icy paths on all fours.
“Close combat!”
“Draw your swords!”
“Raise your axes!”
One by one, the enemy breached the wall.
Knights and soldiers engaged the invaders, each fighting adversaries matching their skill level.
‘There stands Her Highness!’
‘Her Highness is watching our fight!’
‘We must protect Her Highness!’
‘Renslet! Rune Renslet!’
The soldiers fought fiercely, driven by a singular reason: the presence of the Renslet Archduke standing tall at the center of the wall.
Boom! Boom!
The trio of Northern champions focused all their efforts on containing the rampaging serpent, ensuring it couldn’t charge the wall again.
Balzac’s frost blade slashed at Jörmungandr’s white scales, while Sun used his massive shield to redirect its movements.
Meanwhile, Isabelle engaged the black sorcerers clinging to Jörmungandr’s back.
