Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503 The Abyss Blood Crocodile

“Haha! LoneWolf, that was brutal!” Beagle doubled over laughing from the back of the group.

Hanna could not hold back her amusement either.

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LoneWolf’s face turned pitch–black. He crushed the last few straggling bats under his boot before retreating silently, not uttering a single word.

Now that she had unequipped her bad–luck title, Riley bit back a smile and turned her gaze toward the gleaming golden chest beside them. She chose not to open it right away. Instead, she decided to let the others have a shot and lift the team’s spirits.

“Anyone want to try their luck?” Riley offered.

“Me! I’ll do it!” Beagle stepped forward at once.

“What happened there?” Ketchup chuckled. “You took off your title, so why are you still holding back?”

As one of the few players who’d been on the same server as Riley from the very start, she knew all about the infamous bad–luck curse. D

Beagle carefully pried open the chest’s latch.

This time, there was no shrill screech, no swarm of bats.

A brilliant burst of light erupted from within the container.

Once the golden radiance faded, several items hovered steadily in midair.

The most eye–catching prize was a pair of leather boots shimmering with noble purple light, etched all over with intricate wind

runes.

Beagle reached out and grabbed the gear. A system notification popped up instantly on his interface.

[Swift Boots (Purple)]

[Stats: Agility +10, Constitution +5]

[Active Skill: Wind Grace–Upon activation, movement speed increases by 30% for ten seconds. Grants afterimage phasing and a moderate chance to evade locked–on attacks. Cooldown: 30 minutes.]

[Wind Spirit Sword (Purple)]

[Stats: Agility +5, Constitution +5, Strength +5]

[Passive Effect: Grants a permanent 10% movement speed boost while equipped.]

[Environmental Bonus: Gains additional buffs when in wind–affected terrain.]

Alongside these top–tier purple items, the loot orb also contained five Intermediate Healing Potions, three Blast Runestones, and a full hundred Frost Tokens.

Cheers erupted from the party. In this deadly dungeon, every piece of high–tier gear drastically increased their odds of survival.

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Chapter–503 The Abyss Blood Crocodile

Told you my luck’s amazing!” Beagle beamed with delight.

“Please. You just rode Burger’s good fortune,” Desk–teased.

“This isn’t riding luck–it’s pure charismal You should’ve seen LoneWolf earlier-”

Beagle’s boasting died in his throat. A sharp killing intent drifted over from beside him.

He turned his head and found LoneWolf staring at him with a deeply resentful glare.

Beagle promptly clamped his mouth shut and fell quiet.

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“Anyone here still needing purple–tier boots?” Riley held up the newly looted footwear. “The stat rolls are solid. Let’s check who fits the build best.”

The group sized each other up. In the end, the boots went to Ketchup, while Hanna claimed the Wind Spirit Sword. Their old, replaced gear was handed down to Beagle.

The lighthearted looting and banter instantly brightened the team’s mood.

They continued advancing toward the rendezvous point.

The path sloped steadily downward, and the air grew thick and humid, signaling an incoming environmental shift.

Before long, the narrow tunnel opened up into a massive natural cavern.

Gigantic stalactites hung upside down from the cavern ceiling, cold water dripping from their sharp tips in a constant ticking rhythm. A wide underground river cut straight through the chamber’s center. Its waters were pitch–black and still, bottomless, and carried a faint fishy stench.

The river itself was only about 40 feet wide. Smooth massive boulders jutted above the surface, serving as the only stepping stones

to cross.

“Tighten formation. Hanna, stick close to the center. I’ll scout ahead first,” Riley ordered.

She highly doubted the dark river was free of lurking monsters.

Hanna obeyed, moving inward toward Riley and positioning herself near the cavern wall for safer ground.

With no wall torches lighting the cavern, the surroundings sank into dim shadow. Everyone raised their Explorer’s Torches to illuminate the path.

The group stepped carefully onto the slippery riverside rocks and advanced forward in a single file line.

The moment they reached the river’s midpoint, disaster struck.

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