The cold wind howled, and the snow was everywhere.
The sky, the earth, and the castle were all dyed the same white.
The flames burned in the fireplace of the castle, and compared to the cold outside, the atmosphere in the room was tense.
"Tersko, are you drunk? You say someone can kill Fernando, we are willing to believe it, after all, it's good news for everyone."
"But the Third Ring's Ring Bearer?"
"Look at this damn world, so desolate, such a world can't possibly give birth to a Third Ring strongman."
A burly, bald man sneered.
He had a fiery red beard, twisted blue patterns on his head, and the battle axe on his back was much heavier and wider than Tersko's.
In Yeshgrin Castle, these successors of Frost Giant Bear's bloodline often judged each other's strength by body size and the weapons' size.
"Besides... this is just your words, no one knows what really happened there, even whether Fernando is truly dead is a mystery."
