The ice storm's fangs sank deep into her lips.
The blood that flowed out was embedded with strands of light patterns that were as thin as hair.
She could not answer Casafa's question.
Because she did not know why she had such a special physique.
High-level Beastmen usually did not reject mixed-bloods.
It did not matter whether they were mixed-bloods with ogres, hill giants, ice barbarians, or abyssal demons.
Many high-level Beastmen would travel mountains and rivers to challenge and woo the hill giants and trolls.
There was no other reason.
Because the hill giants and trolls were big enough.
In the eyes of the high-level Beastmen, the bigger the beauty.
Defeating a bigger opponent and conquering a bigger member of the opposite sex would, of course, show off one's bravery.
Most mixed-bloods would be recognized and favored by their clans as long as they had unparalleled strength. Through the Blood Bestowal Ceremony, they would become pure Turan warriors.
If they were not strong enough, they would be lowly Rat Folk.
No one cared about the bloodline of the Rat Folk.
Only mixed-bloods with the Holy Light Humans were absolutely taboo.
This was because the totem power and holy light power in the mixed-bloods of high-level Beastmen and Holy Light Humans would often conflict with each other. As a result, mixed-bloods could only choose one type of power.
Even this type of power would be constantly disturbed and eroded by the other type of power, becoming extremely weak and unstable.
Basically, a mixed-blood of high-level Beastmen and Holy Light Humans was a ticking time bomb on the battlefield. No one knew what would happen when they activated their extraordinary power. If they were not careful, they might explode and kill their teammates.
Tens of thousands of years ago, because of the constant wars between the two sides, mixed-bloods were very common.
Whether it was the high-level Beastmen or the Holy Light Humans, they all thought of assimilating mixed-bloods and using their own bloodline to conquer the enemy's bloodline.
However, as they meditated, cultivated, and fought, incidents of losing control became more and more serious. Gradually, mixed-bloods of high-level Beastmen and Holy Light Humans were considered to be cursed by the True Gods and the ancestral spirits. They were considered to be ominous and unclean beings that should not be born in this world. Thus, they were unanimously viewed as enemies by both sides.
To this day, it was very rare to see such special mixed-bloods.
Even if high-level Beastmen and Holy Light Humans did conceive a child for some reason, they would usually find a way to make the child die in the womb, or drown the child when it was born.
This was not cruelty.
Instead, it was the greatest kindness a parent could show to a child who was burdened with a sad fate.
Let him die without any pain when he knew nothing about the cruelty of this world.
Otherwise, he would gradually grow up and become the enemy of the entire world.
Hailstorm did not know why he was different from other mixed-bloods.
When she showed the side of a high-level orc, she could use the ancestral power that came from her paternal line to the fullest. Even a totem armor as powerful as the "Mithril Ripper" acknowledged her control.
One had to know that when other mixed-bloods tried to put on their Totemic Armor, the Totemic Armor would remain silent and maintain its liquid metal state, unwilling to enter the mixed-bloods' bodies.
It would directly turn the mixed-bloods into deformed monsters of flesh and metal — Origin Warriors.
When she suppressed the power from her father and raised the power of Holy Light from her mother to the extreme, she could be like a Night Watcher who had stayed in the long night for decades, using the blood of countless demons and Beastmen to water her devotion to the True Gods. She did not need to meditate for too long, nor did she need to recite many incantations. She could instantly activate powerful magic or even divine arts.
Casava was right.
Of course, she was not a devout believer of the True Gods.
She did not believe a single word of "the power of Holy Light will eventually purify the entire land".
Not only did she not believe it, but her mother also did not believe a single word of it.
The only relationship between the mother and daughter and the Night Watchers was that when she was young, she was hunted by the Night Watchers for a whole ten years. Like a street rat, she had to hide from them all over the land of Holy Light.
Perhaps, only her father would know the answer.
He knew why a high-level orc and a witch who was exiled, wanted, hunted, cursed, hated and feared by everyone could release the purest power of Holy Light effortlessly. He knew why the bastard child of a high-level orc and a witch who was exiled, hunted, cursed, hated and feared by everyone could release the purest power of Holy Light.
Therefore, Ice Tempest had to find her father.
Before she was destroyed by this world, she had to figure out the truth and the meaning of her coming to this world.
If she wanted to find her father, she had to escape from Blackhorn City.
If she wanted to escape from Blackhorn City, she had to first escape from Casava's clutches.
In an instant, the light in the eyes of the Snow Leopard Warrior, or rather, the Ice Queen, became extremely intense and condensed.
She thought of the things that the Reaper had taught her in the past month.
Ice Tempest felt that the most important thing that this mysterious black-haired, black-eyed man had taught her was not the marvelous way of exerting force, the powerful saber techniques, or the exquisite battle tactics.
It was the way he thought.
He was as calm as an icicle and as sharp as a razor. Sometimes, he had the secretive way of thinking of a venomous snake in the depths of a swamp.
In this way of thinking, the most important thing was not to give up easily, no matter how dangerous the situation was.
Always be sharp, always be confident, and always have the will to fight.
If you felt that the current situation was already the worst, no matter what, things could not get any worse, right?
Sensing the subtle changes in Ice Tempest's mind, Casava was silent for a moment.
"Ice Tempest, you really are my treasure, a great miracle."
Casava chuckled. "Then, let us see how long your miracle can last!"
The iron bars on the side of the dungeon, which were as thick as an arm, once again rose slowly with the ear-piercing sound of gears grinding, revealing the dark tunnel behind.
A strong smell of blood came from the tunnel, and two pairs of red eyes that looked like will-o '-the-wisps appeared.
Two ferocious figures clad in metal exoskeletons slowly emerged from the darkness.
When they saw the corpses of their kind that had been destroyed by Ice Tempest in the dungeon, the fierceness in their eyes grew stronger, but their movements became more cautious. One on the left, one on the right, they circled around Ice Tempest.
Ice Tempest snorted coldly, no longer holding back.
As her lips trembled slightly but at a high speed, the silent incantation created circles of light that circled around her arms. In the end, it gathered into a flame in her palm.
When the two Touya Roars leaped high into the air at the same time, pouncing towards her chest and the back of her head, Ice Tempest shook her arms. The flame in her palm seemed to have been injected with a large amount of accelerant, and the milky white flame shot up to the height of three to five arms, forming two arc-shaped blades of light.
The patterns on the surface and the serrations on the edges made it look like two sparkling, translucent wings, firmly covering the chest and back of the Ice Storm.
The two Touya Roars collided with the shining wings.
It was as if they had collided with a burning copper wall.
There was a sizzling, sizzling sound on the surface of the metal exoskeleton.
On the exoskeleton that seemed to be made of metal, there were large black scorch marks that looked like it had been burnt.
The two Touya Roars screamed at the same time as they were bounced back by the wings of light.
Ice Tempest's eyes shone brightly. Under the cover of the wings of light, her body turned into a bolt of lightning and chased after one of the Touya Roars.
"Swoosh!"
The wings of light turned into a blade and easily cut into the joints of the Touya Roars that were not covered by the exoskeleton.
Accompanied by the flames, the blade of light penetrated straight into the body of the Touya Roar. After cutting through all the joints and joints, it turned into hundreds of light beams and drilled out from all parts of the body.
The Touya Roar did not even have the time to scream. It was like a puppet that had its strings cut, falling to the ground, unable to move.
At this time, the other Touya Roar roared behind Ice Tempest.
In the midst of the roar, ripples in the air followed the sound waves and continuously expanded and exploded. Even the entire dungeon shook along with it. It was as if in the next second, the ten thousand tons of rocks on the four walls and ceiling would suddenly collapse.
Ice Tempest squinted his eyes and swung his arms. The wings of light spun and actually split into hundreds of shining feathers that were as thin as a cicada's wings.
Hundreds of glittering feathers, dragging a gorgeous ray of light behind them, shot towards Tuya Hou like a storm.
Although most of the feathers were blocked by the metal exoskeleton of the Touya Roar, leaving only a little bit of black marks that looked like they were burnt by high temperature.
But because the Touya Roar had to open its bloody mouth to launch a sound wave attack, there were still a large number of feathers that directly shot into the depths of its throat, or pierced through its upper jaw and pierced into its brain.
The Touya Roar's roar stopped abruptly.
What gushed out from the depths of its throat was no longer a deadly sound wave, but a large mass of broken flesh and blood.
Even its eyeballs were blinded by the feather-like power of the holy light, turning into two holes that spewed out red spring water.
This poor beast was rolling on the ground in pain.
Even the extremely sturdy metal exoskeleton on its body was gradually decomposing, turning into a liquid metal form, as if it was unwilling to live on this hopeless beast anymore.
But before Ice Tempest could move forward and give it a quick death with the light blade.
It was smashed into pieces by a huge bone hammer that glowed with a metallic luster.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
From the depths of the tunnel came a shock that was comparable to the bombardment of the dwarves' cannons.
A humongous totem beast, squeezed into the dungeon.
It was like a giant crocodile wearing heavy armor.
The layers of armor were also covered with daunting spikes.
There was a hammer-shaped osteoma protruding from both sides of its head.
At the end of its tail that was more than five arms long and more flexible than its tentacles, there was also a bone hammer that was more than an arm long and looked like a meteor hammer.
Just now, it was this bone hammer that smashed the Touya Roar into minced meat.
"Hammer Armor Dragon!"
Ice Tempest clenched his teeth.
He never thought that there would be such a terrifying totem beast in the Blood Skull Arena!
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