Chapter 494: Chapter 518 Complete Transformation Chapter 494: Chapter 518 Complete Transformation Lancelot described the ritual as involving an amulet brought from the body of Olul– the Guardian of the Frost Maiden. He placed the amulet, made of ice in the shape of a snowflake, around his neck and broke off a chunk of ice the size of a helmet, holding it in his hand. Lancelot then had his companions sit around him, waiting for him to melt the ice with his body temperature to complete the ritual.

According to the information Kalalin obtained through the Identification Spell, no magic could be used during the ritual, and the person conducting it–usually a priest of Olul–had to rely solely on their own body heat to melt the ice. For a god known for sadism, even blessings for his followers had to be gained through suffering.

Although Lancelot was not a follower of the Goddess of Ice, he disdained cheating in such a ritual. Naturally formed ice could never lower the body temperature of a cultivator who had undergone Foundation Establishment, and even normal body heat was enough to melt the ice quickly.

A few moments later, the ice in Lancelot’s hand had completely turned to water. Accompanied by a soft humming, a pale blue halo emanated from the amulet on his chest, infusing a special power into everyone present.

“Hey! This thing is pretty strong!” Bruto immediately started taking off his bearskin coat, “I even feel kind of warm…”
“It’s said that people feel this way right before they freeze to death.” Alamir, rubbing his smooth elven chin, remarked, “But it seems like there’s really no problem, at least for now. I’ll keep an eye on everyone’s condition just in case the Frost Maiden decides to play a cruel joke on us.”

“If we keep moving, we definitely won’t freeze!” The dwarf, demonstrating his muscles to everyone in the storm as if it was something to boast about, called out, “Lancelot, hurry and find me some giants to kill. I can’t wait any longer!”

“The Abyss seems to have had some effect on you, Bruto.” Lancelot observed the dwarf, gently shaking his head, “Unfortunately, your wish cannot be fulfilled for now. Our primary goal is to understand the situation on this plane and to determine our next steps. We must remain hidden and avoid combat with enemies unless absolutely necessary.”

“Ah, of course. Planning is very important. I was just joking.” After Lancelot’s reminder, the dwarf quickly came back to his senses and quietly covered the exposed parts of his body, “So what do we do next?”

“First, we need to figure out where we are.” Lancelot started walking towards the other side of the peak, “Follow me, the view is clearer from there.”

Just a few steps later, the magnificent mountains of the Iron Ice Plains unfolded completely before everyone’s eyes.

“The view is really beautiful…” Little Isha murmured, “And the sun feels completely comfortable on my skin…”

One had to admit, if one ignored the raging snowstorms, the evil residents of the Frost Giants, and the fatally low temperatures for mortals, this dominion of ice and snow indeed possessed breathtaking scenery. Everything between the sky and the earth was covered in ice and snow, initially appearing as pure icy blue.

As for the sun, it was merely a bright point the size of a chickpea, perpetually hanging on the horizon, the light it emitted unable to bring the slightest warmth to this world, no wonder Isha, being a vampire, felt no discomfort.

“I don’t see any familiar landmarks.” Lancelot brought everyone back from their scenic reverie with his voice. He pointed towards the fissure at the base of the mountain, continuously emitting black mist, “The only distinctive place is that spot. Old Reap, can you recognize where this is?”

“It looks a lot like the rumored Black Mist Rift,” the werewolf said, crouching and squinting as he examined the fissure at the base of the mountain. “I need to get closer to confirm…”

“The previous intelligence didn’t mention this name,” Lancelot said, genuinely curious. “What’s there?”

“It is said to hide an enemy that even Kostcheqi finds troublesome,” replied Kalalin, not the werewolf. “Due to the lack of first-hand reports, the Cult does not yet know what it is, but anything that makes the Prince of Wrath step back even in his own domain must not be a simple character.”

“Let’s go take a look,” Lancelot clapped his hands. “We might find some useful information.”

“Ah, has that moment finally arrived…”

Old Reap sighed and pulled a small sled model from his pocket, placing it on the ground. As soon as it touched the snow, the tiny model began to grow, eventually turning into a large sled with three rows of seats, each row able to seat two people side by side.

Before anyone could comment, the werewolf began his transformation–not just sprouting a wolf’s head, but a full transformation. His body quickly swelled, his skin sprouting black and white fur, and his hands and feet turned into the hooves of a canine.

Once the transformation ceased, a giant wolf over ten feet long appeared before everyone, black with a white belly, sporting three flame-shaped white patches over its ice-blue wolf eyes, looking majestic and fiercely intimidating.

“Awoooo~~~~~!!!”

The transformed werewolf let out a high-pitched howl that echoed repeatedly through the valley. Its might stunned everyone, leaving them all standing there motionless until the giant wolf picked up the sled’s harness. Then, they snapped out of it and hurriedly climbed onto the sled.

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With another howl, the giant wolf began to sprint down the mountain, pulling the sled. Tijana was right; with Old Reap, traveling in knee-deep snow was indeed much easier. The werewolf’s speed picked up, and the fierce wind mixed with snow felt like harsh slaps on everyone’s faces. Everyone buried their heads and clutched tightly to the sled’s handrails, fearing they might be thrown off.

However, the magical sled was far more stable than they had feared. With the werewolf’s full sprint, they quickly reached the base of the mountain, the whole trip taking less than half an hour. At Lancelot’s request, made through a whisper spell (the wind was too loud for normal speech), the werewolf slowed down, and the sled and wolf glided silently through the snow like ghosts, finally stopping behind a large rock.

The group knew they were close to their target, so they quietly got off the carriage and immediately found cover to conceal themselves. Once everyone was off, the sled gradually shrank, and the giant wolf began to transform back into human form.

“I haven’t had such a liberating run in a long time; it feels great,” the werewolf said, surprisingly in a very good mood, the gloominess previously shrouding him swept away. “What’s wrong, everyone? Are there enemies?”

“Yes, about two hundred feet ahead there’s a camp, likely containing no more than ten Frost Giants,” Lancelot gestured to the werewolf with his crossed hands. “When I make this gesture, it means there are enemies ahead, take cover. They’re all very familiar with this. Later, I’ll go over the full set of signals with you.”