Chapter 246
[Translator – Peptobismol]
The battle resumed. Orsay launched himself toward the enemy lines, his feet pounding the ground. Sharp ice spikes, like protruding spines, shot up and sliced through the enemy ranks. Soldiers who couldn’t dodge in time screamed in agony.
“Aaaah!”
“Uhhh, ice?!”
The ice bestowed upon Aselle by the Winter Witch pierced through the half-dragon’s scales as if they were mere tofu. It wasn’t surprising, considering it once brought Intargand to the brink of death. Soldiers skewered by the ice were flung into the air.
“Urrrgh!”
“Hey, calm down, calm… aaargh!”
The larger drakes suffered even more. They stumbled, their feet or bellies pierced, or crushed nearby soldiers in their attempts to avoid the spikes. The dragons’ fire breath, in its closest form to flames, indiscriminately spewed without distinguishing friend from foe.
“It’s deadly.”