Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 630

Chapter 630 Isolated Ambush

She saw no sign of Bidder 22.

Nor did she spot his two accomplices.

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Everything seemed clear. Even so, the three of them avoided the crowded main street just to be safe. They took the stone path running alongside the auction house, looping toward the in

It wasn’t some isolated back alley. It just had less foot traffic. Closed warehouses and the back entrances of material shops lined both sides. Survivors passed through here regularly, so it was normally harmless.

As they rounded a corner, PineappleBeer suddenly froze in her tracks.

Riley lifted her hand at the exact same time.

Without a single question, TartKing stepped back and into position between them, her staff already raised and ready.

Every sound around them cut out instantly.

Just moments ago, the air had been filled with vendor shouts, blacksmith hammering, inn door chimes, and bustling chatter. Now, all of it vanished like someone had sliced the noise clean away. Only their breathing remained.

Even the sunlight seemed to dim.

The alley looked the same. The walls were unchanged.

But the crowd outside was gone.

“We’re trapped in a separated space,” PineappleBeer muttered,

Riley gripped her Storm Splitter Dual Axes. “Stay sharp. Don’t let your guard down.”

PineappleBeer and TartKing spread apart in perfect sync, locking into a tight battle formation.

Footsteps echoed around the corner right after.

Riley looked up and recognized the figure at once. It was the fat man.

He really hadn’t let the grudge go.

Bidder 22 stepped out from the shadows.

He’d taken off the gray cloak, but still wore a black mask over his face. He was kitted out in heavy leather armor, the brand–new orange shield strapped to his chest. He’d also swapped into the heavy–duty knee guards and matching armor pieces he’d bough! earlier.

The Breath–Bite Wolftooth Necklace hung around his neck, its wolf fang pendant pressing against his chest and glinting with a cold, faint light,

Two more men stood behind him.

One was tall and lean, holding a short staff with several runestones strung to his waist.

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The other was short and stocky, gripping a curved blade axe with steady, grounded footsteps.

The three of them formed a loose hall encirclement, cutting off their path.

Seeing Riley’s group already on high alert, the fat man let out a low Laugh.

The sound came out muffled inside the sealed space.

“Quick reflexes.”

“Combat is forbidden in the central hall,” TartKing said coldly. “What do you want to do?”

The fat man held up both hands in a lazy shrug

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“You know exactly what we want. Don’t try intimidating me with the no–fight rules. I dropped seven thousand tokens on the Space Isolation Rune Plate. I’m getting my money’s worth. I’ve been waiting for this chance.”

Riley glanced down at his feet.

A palm–sized black rune plate was wedged in the stone cracks, a faint gray glow flickering along its edges.

The tall, lean man tapped the rune plate and said in a satisfied tone, “Relax. This lasts 15 minutes. For this window of time, we’re not on the main street, and we’re off the safe zone’s monitoring grid. No one outside can hear or see us. The no–combat rules don’t apply here.”

TartKing’s expression darkened

PineappleBeer stayed calm. “That kind of item doesn’t come cheap

The fat man’s eyes turned sharp.

“Exactly. I went all out for that underarmor.”

He stared straight at Riley, barely containing his anger.

“I had a perfect haul today. New knee guards, a shield, that necklace–I had everything I needed. That Crimson Scale Heart–Lock Underarmor was supposed to be the final piece to fix all my weaknesses.”

“Auction rules. The items go to the highest bidder,” Riley said flatly.

“Highest bidder?” The words seemed to strike a nerve. The fat man’s smile turned icy. “You have the nerve to say that? Inching up by three hundred at a time, deliberately bleeding my budget dry. Did you count how much I’d already spent before you locked me out?”

“That’s your own fault for overspending,” Tartking mumbled.

The fat man’s head snapped toward her.

“Shut it.”

Riley stepped forward half a pace.

The fat man’s gaze locked back on her chest, clearly guessing she’d already equipped the underarmor.

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