Chapter 00054: The Forehead Flick
# The Forehead Flick
Chapter 54
Novel: AFK Game: Portal to Another World
Chapter 54: The Forehead Flick
The battle had been raging for nearly twenty minutes.
This was a great test of anyone's stamina.
Because one had to swing their sword with all their might to cut through the winter wolves' fur and inflict a fatal wound, some soldiers were already showing signs of exhaustion.
But Reina seemed not to feel tired at all.
Every one of her strikes had the most appropriate force and the most precise aim.
While conserving her stamina, her killing efficiency far surpassed that of any Royal Guard.
She even had the spare energy to focus her attention on Viola, lest she encounter any danger.
However, Viola did not pay too much attention to others' battle results.
She flicked the bloodstains off her blade and reached out to pull up a wounded soldier.
The battle line had now entered a stalemate, but in terms of numbers, the situation was absolutely disadvantageous for Viola.
After all, in a frontal engagement, it took two or three soldiers to deal with a single winter wolf, and she only had two thousand soldiers, while the number of winter wolves also exceeded two thousand.
Turning back to look towards the pass, after the traps and the frontal slaughter, Viola could finally see the tail end of the winter wolf pack.
It was time for the big move.
After turning her sword and stabbing a still-struggling winter wolf to death, a white orb of light shot out from Viola's sword hilt.
This orb of light rose into mid-air, just like a signal flare.
Hiding near the archers and crossbowmen, the five remaining court mages saw this and began to chant profound and difficult spells.
Immediately, one fireball after another shot towards the winter wolf pack squeezing into the pass.
One after another, huge orange-red fireballs exploded amidst the wolf pack, mixed with terrifyingly loud booms, even causing a gap to appear in the pack's ranks.
Although the mages were powerful, their mana was limited and had to be used at the most critical moments.
After this wave of fire support, the number of winter wolves would be greatly reduced.
The rest would depend on the soldiers' efforts.
Adopting such a formation of fighting to the death without retreat was to prevent even a single winter wolf from entering the Leon Territory.
This remote territory was not like other places where adventurers roamed everywhere.
If winter wolves truly got in, the common villagers would be completely unable to resist.
Therefore, not a single winter wolf could be allowed to escape.
They would either scram back to the snowy regions or die here.
The scales of victory were gradually tipping in Viola's favor.
After all, many preparations had been made beforehand.
Besides, no matter how clever the winter wolves were, they were only clever for beasts.
Compared to mortals, their cunning was not worth mentioning.
Through ambushes, traps, and tactics, she had created a huge advantage for herself.
Viola was very confident in her soldiers and Royal Guards; she knew her side would win.
But a new problem appeared.
Fighting his way to Viola's side, Zola, who was almost completely covered in wolf blood, said:
"Why are these winter wolves not retreating?"
That was right, this was the new problem.
It had been emphasized many times that winter wolves were not stupid.
Nor were they creatures that would fight to the death without retreating.
The moment they realized the situation was unfavorable, they would retreat immediately without hesitation.
And now, even the winter wolves could see that it would be difficult for them to break through the soldiers' blockade.
But why were they still desperately charging south?
In the end, the climate of the Leon Territory was simply not a suitable environment for winter wolves to survive.
It was too hot in the summer; the winter wolves would faint from the heat in droves.
Aside from occasionally entering the Leon Territory during the winter, they spent all other times roaming the snow plains.
So, why would this pack of winter wolves head south at this time, close to May?
"Your Highness, it seems we're in big trouble."
Reina saw a high-speed shadow flash across the line where the sky met the mountain peaks, and an extremely ominous feeling immediately surged in her heart.
"What did you see?"
Before Reina could report, her words were cut off by a roar that echoed from the valley.
ROAR!
That sound echoed continuously through the valley, deafening and soul-shaking.
Including Viola, many people had never heard such a terrifying roar.
The likes of lions and tigers simply could not compare.
"Listen, Your Highness. That is a dragon."
A dragon's roar was unique; no creature could imitate it, especially how the sound alone could awaken the most primal fear in people's hearts.
"A dragon? How could there be a dragon in this place!"
Viola was just about to ask for more details when a fierce wind mixed with snowflakes and ice shards slapped her in the face.
A huge, elegant, and beautiful creature hovered forty to fifty meters above their heads.
Its flawless white scales were like the eternal snow of the great snow plains, its ice-blue eyes scanned the winter wolves and soldiers below.
Razor-sharp fangs were set in its slightly open, cavernous mouth.
Its long, slender tail swung from side to side, but there was no doubting its power—a dragon's tail could smash city walls with a single strike.
Everyone stared in shock at the behemoth that had appeared overhead.
Even the winter wolves that had been desperately charging the defensive line just moments ago now lowered their heads and lay prostrate on the ground, as if accepting their fate.
In an instant, Viola understood why the winter wolves were heading south in a massive pack.
Because they were being driven by a dragon!
As the apex predator at the top of the food chain, the most powerful creature in the mortal world, the dragon let out a low growl that seemed to be squeezed from its throat.
"That's the draconic tongue."
Reina quietly gripped her own slightly trembling left hand and said to Viola:
"This white dragon does not look very old."
The older a dragon, the more dangerous it was, but this did not mean young ones were not dangerous—it was just a matter of relativity.
"Do you have any experience slaying dragons?"
"Unfortunately, no."
No one could have predicted that a dragon would appear in such a remote place, because dragons generally liked to live near prosperous nations, which made it convenient for them to amass wealth.
The white dragon floating in the sky did not notice Viola and Reina's hushed conversation.
Or perhaps it did, but paid it no mind.
It slightly bent its long, slender neck and switched to another language, saying:
"My name is Renia Scurix Mogul, Lord of the Snow Mountains. Puny mortals, you have trespassed upon my territory!"
The dragon's voice was like a gale whistling past one's eardrums, leaving a ringing in their ears.
It seemed as though this dragon wanted to talk.
Viola quietly made a few hand signals to Zola, telling the Royal Guards to be ready.
Then, she raised her voice without hesitation:
"It was these winter wolves that first trespassed upon my territory!"
Not expecting that someone would actually dare to defy it under its draconic pressure, the white dragon rolled its eyes and looked at Viola, who stood there upright, leaning on her longsword.
"These winter wolves are my property, my flock! You have killed them, do you have anything to say in your defense!"
Viola now understood why the winter wolves had fled.
They were being treated by the white dragon as a source of meat that could be eaten at any time.
In other words, the 'flock' the white dragon spoke of.
It was very likely that the winter wolves had taken advantage of the white dragon being off-guard and decided to escape collectively, which was why they had gathered in such large numbers to head south together.
But this realization seemed to have come too late.
The problem now was not the winter wolves, but the far more terrifying white dragon.
"Your flock invaded my territory and threatened my people..."
"I accept no excuses!"
The white dragon roared:
"My property has suffered losses, and while you are making excuses, your subordinates are still attempting a sneak attack! Did you really think I did not see it!"
The immense sound wave kicked up the snow on the ground, making one's breath catch.
"Enough! I have no desire to converse with a lowly mortal full of lies! Prepare to repent in my ice flames!"
A faint blue-white spiritual radiance began to glow within the white dragon's cavernous mouth.
That was the dragon race's most powerful weapon—dragon's breath.
If the winter wolves' breath freezing flames was pure nonsense, the white dragon truly had this ability.
But what greatly puzzled the white dragon was that these tiny mortals below did not kneel and beg for mercy, nor did they launch an attack.
Instead, they all opened their mouths wide, as if they had seen something incredible.
In fact, in the sky behind the white dragon, the dark clouds that had veiled the stars were violently torn apart.
A gigantic, terrifying hand descended from above the cloud layer.
Each finger was wrapped in purple-black stripes that reflected an unsettling, oily sheen.
When the white dragon noticed that everyone was staring behind it, it turned its head, only to see that hand bend one finger.
"Wha—!"
With a thwip, it flicked the white dragon on the forehead...