Mythology: Ragnarok

Chapter 239 Arctic Continent

On the outskirts of the Death Desert, under Tiga's rule, this land is no longer the desolate, lifeless forbidden zone it once was. The oasis has expanded over the past few years thanks to development and the nourishment of natural magic. Now, the oasis completely surrounds the outer edge of this continent, and cities built around it are developing in a respectable manner. Although it started relatively slowly, with the gradual development of the environment, the scale of the cities here is beginning to explode. Moreover, it was here that the fishing industry and ports were developed first, and many marine products are now exported through this place.

Meanwhile, in the mountains on the other side of this continent, the undead are also tirelessly mining various mineral resources needed for life. With Agred's main body and Anubis guarding this place, it can be said to be the safest continent.

After touring the area, Agreed went directly to the Miracle City, built around the largest oasis. Because that city was the central hub of the entire continent, Tiga was stationed there year-round. When Agreed arrived, Tiga sensed him instantly. He immediately transformed into lightning and rushed to Agreed with trepidation. He performed a clean and efficient sliding kneeling motion and shouted, "Greetings, my lord! I have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me, my lord."

Agreed smiled helplessly and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing. I was just bored and sent my clone down to walk around. Also, you've been working so hard to manage this place all these years, so I think I should reward you with something."

Tiga hurriedly shouted, "Your subordinate need not do this. It is my greatest honor to work for the Dragon God!"

Without further ado, Agreed presented the reward he had prepared for Tiga: a weapon he had specially crafted for him. Agreed called it the Hand of the Gods. This glove was made using the finest alloy of the dwarves, a piece of his own scale, and his own weapon-forging skills. It was a glove that could truly be called a divine artifact.

The Hand of the Gods can comprehensively amplify all of the user's attributes and provide protection at critical moments. Moreover, the unique divinity of Agred within the Hand of the Gods will temper the holder, making it possible for him to awaken his own divinity and embark on the path to godhood. Although it is not possible to become a nature god, it is more than enough to become a god of faith.

Such a generous reward made Tiga feel flattered, so he hurriedly knelt down and expressed his gratitude to Agreed.

Agreed then stayed there for a few more days, providing some plans and suggestions for the construction of the Death Desert before leaving.

Agreed then returned to the center of the Death Desert and awakened his true form. Next, he would use his true form to personally travel to the Arctic continent, the last stop of his current expedition.

At this moment, the Arctic continent had fallen into the polar night, so even Agred's huge body was not conspicuous in this icy and snowy land. In this bitterly cold winter land, Agred felt a strange sense of comfort. However, this might be an illusion caused by his long stay in the extreme cold of Niflheim. For Agred's current physical body, any environment is very suitable for habitation, because for gods, apart from the extreme cold of Niflheim under the influence of divine power, most natural environments cannot have any abnormal effects on gods.

Argreed arrived silently in the northeastern region of the Arctic continent, like a phantom in the night. There, the white dragons had already ruled and subjugated all the ice dragons, while the trolls had also settled down. Their special physiques made them even more adapted to the cold temperatures than the white dragons. In the past forty years, the trolls had thrived and rapidly developed into a large tribe.

Argreed quickly arrived at the entrance to the White Dragon's lair. Since Argreed did not deliberately conceal his dragon aura, the White Dragons and Pugin naturally noticed his arrival. The White Dragons and the Trolls dressed in their finest attire and came out of their caves and igloos to welcome Argreed.

The largest white dragon, comparable in size to a mature adult dragon, led a group of giant dragons behind it to kneel before Agred and said, "You have finally arrived, great creator, our father. Jerok and all the white dragons pay our respects to you."

Agreed watched as Jerok tried to reconcile the giant dragon before him with the first cub that had hatched from the dragon egg, but the changes were so drastic that Agreed couldn't help but sigh in a daze, "Time really flies."

“You’ve grown so much, it’s quite surprising,” Agreed said, looking at Jerok and continuing to praise him. “Your growth rate reminds me of a foreign dragon I saw back then. Not bad, not bad, you have great potential. Maybe in a few years you might evolve into the rarest legendary dragon species.”

Jerok nodded and said, "I will live up to my father's expectations and will definitely evolve into a legendary dragon."

Agreed quickly waved his hand and said, "You misunderstood. I was just... praising you. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Growth in strength requires a gradual process. Haste makes waste."

Jerok nodded again in response, "I will follow Father's teachings."

Agreed was speechless. Why did he always feel that his words were so easily over-interpreted? It must be an illusion!

Putin then chimed in, asking, "Master, have you come here with any new instructions?"

Agreed then said, "Now that I have broken through the barrier, I feel it is time to conquer this continent. That way, we can carry out some construction here, so that this land can be revitalized and the troll race can enjoy superior living conditions."

Pujin volunteered, "Then my master, the troll race is willing to be the vanguard to expand your territory."

Agreed nodded without refusing and said, "Alright, let me see how much improvement the True Ice Stick I made for you has brought you over the years."

Putin shouted confidently, "Master, rest assured, I will definitely not let you down."

Thus began Argreed's last battle before the founding of the nation.

Under the cover of night, Pukin and Jerok led four thousand troll warriors, along with one hundred and forty adult white dragons and several thousand ice dragons, to launch an attack on the frost giants who lived along the coast and in the central region.

Argreed's army was now in high spirits, eager to storm into the Frost Giants' tribe and skin those bastards alive. Over the years, Geralt and his companions, as outsiders, had suffered much humiliation at the hands of the Frost Giants, and two of Geralt's generation of white dragons had even died at their hands. This had created a deep-seated grudge between the two sides. If it weren't for Argreed's previous orders, they would have already been fighting the Frost Giants to the death twenty years ago, when the white dragons had finally established themselves.

Now that Agred has returned, the White Dragon Clan has reached its peak in both strength and morale. With Agred as their guarantee, both Gerald and all the monsters present felt that victory was assured. However, Agred stared worriedly at the center of the Arctic continent, because he knew in his heart that the Frost Giants were not so simple.