Soon, the gifted Meizhuolashi became a squad leader in the Northwind Fortress City Defense Force, maintaining order and taking on the task of defending the city.
During this time, he also found a Tiefling wife he loved, and soon had his own child. He bought an attic in the city, and everything in his life seemed to be developing in a positive direction.
However, from a certain day onwards, everything changed.
That day, he was still diligently investigating the continuous disappearances in the city, but he did not notice the strange looks of the people, thinking it was normal.
But that “Duke” gave a speech.
Those human neighbors, who usually seemed to get along harmoniously, suddenly changed their expressions. They raised torches and rushed into his home with cheers, tying his wife and son to a stake and burning them alive.
By the time he arrived upon hearing the news, everything he had was reduced to ashes. His former comrades were slaughtering his kinsmen, just like butchering cattle and sheep.
Meizhuolashi cried out, swinging his silver sword, killing all the perpetrators present.
He became an Oathbreaker.
The burning radiance in the heart of the Paladin had extinguished, leaving only darkness. The cruel reality had completely shattered his naive ideals.
“What a naive fellow,”
he repeated again.
Suddenly, an urgent horn blast came from outside the cave.
Meizhuolashi abruptly returned to reality, picked up his longsword, and hurried out of the cave.
“What’s happening?”
The guard stationed at the camp entrance looked panicked: “It’s yetis! More than one yeti!”
“Woooooo—”
In this deadly cold, the yetis’ howls pierced through the remote mountains, sweeping across the entire hillside with the cold wind, instilling extreme fear deep into the hearts of the Tiefling settlement.
These monsters could smell fresh blood and flesh from miles away and would track it through the snowstorm.
Meizhuolashi looked up, and dozens of ghostly white figures rushed down the hillside like a tide.
“Everyone prepare for battle!”
“Damakosi, shoot them dead for me.”
The Tiefling warrior, called “Damakosi,” nodded solemnly, drawing his bowstring taut.
“Swish—”
With a piercing whistle that cut through the air, an arrow struck a yeti directly between its eyebrows, causing the monster to fall straight down.
And several Tiefling warriors behind Damakosi also drew their bows and nocked arrows.
However, this was shooting monsters on the hillside from below, and with the blizzard obstructing them, plus lacking their captain’s superb archery skills, those arrows often quickly plunged into the snow.
Damakosi shot several arrows consecutively.
Two out of seven hit, and two more yetis fell.
In such harsh weather, those yetis moved like ghosts in the snow. Even a warrior as skilled in archery as he could not guarantee accuracy, making it impossible to stop the yetis’ tide-like charge.
“No, Meizhuolashi, the snow is too heavy.”
“I can’t see clearly.”
Damakosi shouted, shooting another arrow, causing a yeti to fall.
But the tide of yetis had already rushed to within a hundred meters of the camp.
Once these hungry, flesh-craving yetis were allowed to attack the almost undefended camp, it would be an absolute disaster.
“Follow me, let’s go out and meet them!”
Meizhuolashi raised his sword high, followed by over forty Tieflings.
These Tieflings were poorly equipped; some didn’t even have swords, only pitchforks and torches, but their eyes were incredibly resolute.
They might have once been merchants, clerks, or artists, but at this moment, to protect the safety of the camp and their loved ones behind them, they could only and must be warriors.
The yetis swarmed forward, staring at the Tieflings, their eyes revealing a greedy craving for flesh and blood.
These yetis were over three meters tall, covered in snow-white fur, with massive, powerful bodies. Ordinary Tieflings looked like mere naked food to them.
Meizhuolashi was at the very front of the team, charging directly at a yeti.
But that yeti did not pounce immediately; it merely stared at the Tiefling eerily.
“Chilling Gaze.”
Its small eyes flickered with a faint blue light; it was the ape’s freezing eye, capable of freezing its prey on the spot.
That gaze transmitted onto Meizhuolashi, and he instantly felt a bone-chilling cold that almost froze his entire body.
“Damn monster.”
But Meizhuolashi cursed under his breath, forcefully resisting the cold with his robust body, and pointed a finger.
“Infernal Rebuke!”
Immediately, that yeti was surrounded by raging infernal flames, letting out a painful wail.
The fire-fearing monster’s entire fur was ignited by the inextinguishable flames, causing him to constantly slap his own body.
“Die!”
Meizhuolashi roared, leaping several meters high, and with one sword strike, he cut off the yeti’s still burning head.
The nearby yeti still tried to use Chilling Gaze, but this move no longer worked on Meizhuolashi.
“Cleave!”
Using the momentum of his descent, Meizhuolashi’s longsword also cut into the shoulder of another yeti.
“Ow!”
That yeti also let out a painful howl, and its wide hand subconsciously slapped towards the Tiefling.
“Inflict Wounds!”
A faint green necrotic energy spread along the longsword onto the yeti, continuously eroding and enlarging its wound.
The next moment, Meizhuolashi, using this power, directly severed the yeti’s entire left shoulder along with its arm.
Blue blood splattered onto the Tiefling’s face, but his expression remained unchanged, his eyes unblinking.
After successively slaying two yetis, he held his sword and surveyed the surrounding battlefield, only to see that the Tieflings were already engaged in battle with the yetis, and several Tiefling warriors had been turned into ice sculptures by the yetis’ Chilling Gaze.
Just as another Tiefling was being enveloped in ice and about to be frozen.
“Aura of Protection!”
A flashing crimson aura appeared around Meizhuolashi, momentarily blocking the yeti’s chilling gaze and preventing that Tiefling from being further frozen.
He strode forward and plunged his sword into the yeti’s heart.
“Ow—”
More and more yetis gathered, a total of twelve of them. They surged towards Meizhuolashi from all directions like a white tide, attempting to kill this Tiefling Paladin first.
Seeing the yetis approaching with bared fangs and claws, Meizhuolashi’s face remained calm; he simply raised his longsword high.
“Oathbreaker Channel Divinity.”
“Dreadful Aspect!”
This Oathbreaker Paladin channeled the darkest emotions, condensing and unleashing them as a magical breath of coercion.
Crimson light rapidly spread outwards from the longsword as its center.
Every yeti surrounding him saw the most terrifying thing in their hearts and immediately fell into an inevitable, endless panic, standing rooted to the spot, daring not to move.
These yetis were now like living targets to him.
“Cleave!”
Meizhuolashi slashed open the throats of several yetis with one sword stroke, causing blood to immediately splatter.
Several breaths passed, and twelve colossal creatures crashed backward. There was not a single yeti left standing around him.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo,”
Meizhuolashi half-knelt, leaning on his sword, panting heavily.
