Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System
Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System - Chapter 393: Tisha's Might!

Tisha rushed through the battlefield. Since she was rescued from being a Slave that she had sworn she would become a capable fighter for Drake and had undergone all sorts of training to do so, she had even put herself in constant danger as she fought deadly Rank 3 Monsters in the Dungeon of Drake back in the Ice Moon Dungeon, and had constantly pushed her limits, perfecting her blade technique time and time again! Not only that but her magic, which she wasn't so talented at, was also being perfectioned, as she fused it with her movements and techniques.

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

Tisha used her powerful Blade Techniques, enhanced with the power of her magic and her other abilities to unleash a powerful series of attacks, the powerful attacks made the entire area tremble with each blow into the ground, as massive spears of ice emerged around her and impaled the Shadow Beasts with utmost ease! These powerful beasts were being slaughtered by her without problems, despite her being a mere ice elf!

"HAAAH!"

Tisha roared like an ice giant warrior, but in the body of an ice elf, her body had been toned into that of a warrior after her countless and arduous work, and she was overflowing with great power in her body, an aura of ice resonated across her body from her strong and reinforced Mana Core, as it boosted her muscles and made them stronger, alongside her Blade which received an aura enhancement over it!

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

As long as she hit the ground, the massive blade would generate powerful and gigantic spikes of ice that grew across the entire battlefield around her, piercing through various enemies at once and making them all POOF out of existence!

POOF! POOF! POOF!

Due to lacking physical bodies, the Shadow Beasts didn't have flesh and wouldn't leave a corpse after dying, simply dissipating into the dark energy that flew away.

Tisha gritted her teeth as she continued fighting relentlessly and powerfully. Her body exuded a strong aura that made her seem more like a titan, as her beautiful and youthful face smiled pridefully, her long and silvery-white hair waved beautifully. The Elders who were guarding the walls against upcoming shadow beasts were left speechless as they saw her beauty in both physical charm and also in her way of fighting!

She had heard their remarks clearly too, elves didn't have sharp and long ears for nothing, she had clearly heard what they had said about her, but she didn't seem to care, she was on her own and completely fine with it. Tisha knew that the Elves of the Ice Elf Tribe were a discriminated group in the harsh lands of Jotunheim.

It was rather obvious as these lands' predominant race were Giants, which had been left in a strong authority after the last venerable, who was an Ice Giant too. Her very presence made it, so all Ice Giants suddenly increased in authority all around the continent for hundreds of thousands of years.

But Tisha used this opportunity to show them off the Ice Elves could also grow to become formidable fighters no matter what other people said! Their strength was also recognizable, and they were just as strong as ice giants…

Tisha held her blade tightly as her techniques were unleashed continuously. She had experienced firsthand what was being discriminated against, looked down upon, and more was all about. She had risen from the slave into a proper fighter… no, an amazing warrior, and perhaps one of Drake's strongest ones!

As Tisha's explosive blows and combination with magic blew away all the expectations that the Ice Giants had over the Ice Elves, she recalled part of her past and what she had gone through.

Recalling her past as a former leader of her tribe of nomadic Ice Elves, who had originated from the colder lands of this continent… since she was born that she was deemed as talentless.

Her magic wasn't strong and was just the generic ice element, additionally, any spell she could develop was very small and couldn't do much, unlike the more gifted kids of her tribe, she was seen as a rather useless little girl.

However, she was loved by her parents, who were strong hunters. Despite them being as weak in magic as her, the two had strong, toned bodies, and were covered in scars. These ugly scars were called "trophies" and they signified being strong!

Tisha was fascinated by her parent's anecdotes and grew into someone that wanted to be a strong warrior, even if she was looked down on by her little talent at magic, she wanted to become someone that would lead the entire tribe…

Since she was three years of age that she began an arduous regime of training, her father and her father taught her various of their Blade Techniques, which she repeated thousands of times to engrave them into her mind…

However, their teachings couldn't last long in her life, as her parents gave up their lives when a large group of bandits had attacked their village when their tribe used to not be nomadic.

Forced to flee with the others, Tisha had to leave her parents behind, with their hugs and kisses as the last souvenirs, and the ice bear fangs pendant that adorned her neck.

"You make us proud, my daughter."

"At the age of 5, you're already mastering several techniques…"

"You will become the strongest warrior of the ice elf tribe, and show to the world… that we are more than just a small race that can only be discriminated…"

"You will show them! I trust you."

Their last words were filled with blazing passion and conviction for their daughter's progress, Tisha's parents' words were engraved into her heart, as she perfectioned and unleashed her techniques with everything she had, always holding her parents in each of her techniques.

"Father… mother… I will show the world what we are made of… Move!" roared Tisha, as not only she was fighting, but several other Ice Elves that were part of her squadron, all marching forward and annihilating Shadow Beasts from left and right!

However, a massive multi-headed monster suddenly rushed forward!

"GROAR!"