The Young Count had overcome the Giant Mammoths using shock waves too, but evidently, he was returning to blood spells again against types where new ones came as they were cut.
"You must be the savages under the command of the Ice Sect; you rely on your numerical superiority but that tactic won't work on me!"
Count Jashua started walking calmly; the group of twenty people coming out of the mirror was walking towards him too. They had built a wall in front of him with short-handled axes and large shields in their hands.
"There is no end to you; I'd better raze this ice mirror to the ground!"
After the large-built young boy spoke, the magic circle under his feet disappeared; although the situation looked strange, Count Jashua continued to pace.
He was walking empty-handed towards the enemy; three steps remained for the enemies to meet. At that moment Count Jashua murmured two words.
"Blood Thorns!"
The ground stepped on by warriors with long yellow hair split in the blink of an eye; blood thorns coming out of it were piercing through the defenseless bodies of enemies.
Before five seconds passed, twenty dead bodies fell to the ground turned into swiss cheese; the scene was very magnificent but even this didn't slow down Count Jashua.
The Young Count knew if he didn't hurry, more than twice the warriors he killed would come out of the mirror. For this reason, he concentrated the blood he drew from twenty corpses on his right hand and then made a spear four meters long and as thick as an adult woman's waist from these.
The target was large and fixed; Count Jashua focused only on destruction. When the blood spear he created flew from his hand and hit the ice mirror, he would understand what a correct choice he made.
As soon as the heavy and piercing weapon hit the mirror, it turned into ice pieces and mixed into the air; in this situation, there was no possibility for Count Jashua to use them again, but the ice mirror hadn't remained intact either.
A crack extending from top to bottom formed on it; apparently, it was waiting for a final blow to fall to the ground. Count Jashua, sensing the situation, leaped forward too; using the blood remaining on his right fist he pulled back rapidly as a shield, he brought his fist down on the crack.
Although it somehow survived the first blow, the ice mirror couldn't survive this; making violent breaking sounds, it was razed to the ground.
The Young Count started proceeding in a state pleased with himself; his steps were hard and determined, just like Nora walking against the creature at the third level.
"What are you like this, ice fairy? You cold fish!"
The body standing suspended in the air was completely covered with ice. An exquisite crown turning one span above her head was striking the eye. The entity in human form had clothes made of ice again; the long and loose skirt was waving accompanied by blowing harsh winds.
"Invader!"
A muffled voice came out of this creature; as if this single word constantly hit things along her mouth and spilled from her lips losing all its speed.
"Who is invading what; stop talking nonsense and come on. I grant you three attack rights, then everything will come to an end!"
Nafız's eyes were shining; the human body she was in possessed an irresistible beauty and the creature floating in the air right now seemed aware of this too. The feminine form of the Ice Queen started turning around herself. Ice in the vicinity began to melt, fragmented water masses started gathering where she was found.
A small-scale tornado formed and a few seconds later, the enemy with a crown on her head sent the entire mass onto Nafız. It was like an endless ice river; while the attack was coming onto her, the beautiful girl only joined her arms in front of her and protected her body.
The guardian of the third level watched her with a belittling expression on her face; she seemed completely sure that her attack lasting for about a minute destroyed the enemy.
"Is this the best you can do?"
The Ice Queen, turning her back and flying backward to sit on her magnificent ice throne inside the narrow valley, would remain suspended in the air with the words she heard; this was the voice of the enemy she thought she destroyed a moment ago.
"Look, she is surprised too! You have two rights left cold fish!"
The guardian of the third level had a beautiful face like an ice doll; although she became ugly out of anger right now, generally she could still be considered beautiful. The entity at the Holy Ice Sect Outer Court Disciple level started murmuring magic words again; unlike the previous one, no phenomenon was forming around her body.
This time the Ice Queen chose an attack type showing its effects directly on Nafız, that is the enemy. Starting from the hard frozen ground, first her legs, then her torso, finally the entire body of the beautiful girl turned stiff.
Even her long red hair drifting in the vicious wind blowing inside the valley was motionless; her heartbeats could be heard but what appeared from the outside was that she turned into an ice statue. Not content with this, the Ice Queen continued her magic. She didn't stop until her enemy's body was covered with transparent ice one span thick.
There was arrogance in her eyes and belittlement in her mouth; while turning her back and moving towards her throne, she said a single word: "Die!"
She sat on her throne placed exactly in the middle of two mountains forming the valley, a hundred meters away. She watched the inside of the deep and long valley with pride; there were many people in the same situation as Nafız around.
Whatever they tried to do last, they had turned into ice statues in that way. There were many people of every gender; those trying to attack with ambition, those trying to turn and flee, and those prostrating on the ground with fear. Only Nafız among them stood as if nothing happened and her eyes were turned to the creature looking at her from her throne.
The Ice Queen seemed sure she destroyed the threat, but when she made eye contact with her latest work, she couldn't prevent the chilling feeling falling inside her. A voice was whispering to her that it wasn't over and it wasn't lying either; the first crack had appeared on the ice imprisoning Nafız.
This crack spread rapidly; it covered the entire surface of the ice statue perfectly like spider webs. Red blood energy overflowing from the formed thin paths would save Nafız from the captivity she fell into in less than a minute, not much.
"You made a nice place here; everywhere is ice and wind blows like crazy. Since your skill is on this too, you went to town with the throne and stuff!"
The young girl, cleaning the last ice pieces remaining on her with the back of her hand, was at least as arrogant as her enemy; actually, it would be more correct to say much more.
"We came to your last right; think it over well!"
From natural conditions to all other conditions were in her favor, but now a girl around fourteen-fifteen years old standing against her was almost mocking her.
The Ice Queen stopped caring about her external appearance; as she leaped into the air from her throne, she started shouting. Her beautiful face had become ugly, her body bent at a strange angle and doubled over.
The resulting sound was sharp as a knife; it was so shrill that all hairs on Nafız's body stood on end.
While inside the canyon located between two mountains covered with ice on four sides, although she knew such an attack was not a good sign at all, Nora, being here on behalf of the Bloody Moon Fiefdom, waited where she was.
While giant masses were coming onto her, she only leaned towards the ground and pressed the palm of her right hand calmly on the ice under her feet; anyway, within ten seconds she would remain under the avalanche that would turn into a small hill.
Ice masses possessing excessively large volume had broken off from the summit they belonged to and come to crush her, and they seemed to have achieved this. The path from the entrance of the valley to the magnificent throne was completely covered with ice masses.