Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 652

10:04 Sat, Aug 29

Chapter 652 Eyes on the Legendary Sword

Chapter 652 Eyes on the Legendary Sword

On the other side of the hall stood a tall man wearing beast-bone shoulder armor.

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A long spear rested beside him. Its sharp tip was never fully sheathed, glinting faintly like it was ready to strike at any moment.

TartKing had just strapped her Frosted Judgment Greatsword to her back when she felt multiple sets of eyes locking onto her.

She held it in for two seconds before quietly stepping half a step behind Riley.

“Why is everyone staring at me?”

Pineapple Beer leaned against the wall, drinking a mental recovery potion.

“That sword on your back is way too eye-catching.”

TartKing glanced back at her brand-new orange weapon and touched the hilt gently.

“Is it really that noticeable?”

Riley shot her a quick look.

A healer carrying a huge, intimidating greatsword on her back was definitely an odd sight in this place.

She didn’t say it out loud. Instead, she split the newly bought stamina potions between the other two.

TartKing took her potion and twisted the cap open. Right then, the cloaked solo player walked

over.

He moved slowly and stopped three steps away from them, keeping both hands out in the open with no weapons in sight.

It wasn’t exactly polite in the safe zone, but it was restrained enough.

“You three just cleared Floor 18?”

His voice was soft, giving away nothing about his age.

Riley nodded. “Yeah.”

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The cloaked man’s gaze swept over Riley’s Storm Splitter Dual Axes, Pineapple Beer’s short cloak, and finally TartKing’s massive greatsword.

“Which server zone are you from?”

Riley didn’t answer right away.

Pineapple Beer stowed her potion bottle and spoke flatly. “Why do you want to know?”

The cloaked man smiled faintly.

“No bad intentions. It’s rare to see a three-person team make it this far and still have plenty of stamina left. Just trying to make some connections. We might run into each other later.”

TartKing mumbled quietly, “You go first then.”

The man paused, his smile growing a little warmer.

“Fair enough.”

He flipped a tag-like ID token up in the air and caught it casually.

“Ash Zone 12. Everyone calls me Crow.”

It was clearly a nickname.

Riley didn’t return the courtesy and simply said, “Zone 66.”

Crow’s eyes flickered slightly.

“Zone 66… Never heard of it.”

“That’s normal,” Riley replied calmly.

There were countless server zones in the dungeon hub. No one could know them all.

Crow didn’t seem awkward at all. He glanced down at the greatsword on TartKing’s back.

“That sword dropped on Floor 18?”

Tart King instantly tensed up. “You trying to buy it?”

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honestly. “A legendary orange-tier greatsword with special healer- House on Floor 15, it would start at a minimum of 15,000 tokens.”

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Chapter 652 Eyes on the Legendary Sword

TartKing stared straight at him, unusually guarded.

“So are you planning to steal it?”

Crow hadn’t expected that blunt question. He quickly waved his hands.

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“Whoa, no way. You’re joking. Everyone who’s made it this far has their own tricks and aces up their sleeves. I’m not stupid enough to pick a fight over this. I really just wanted to network.”

Crow out a light laugh and dropped the topic of the sword.

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relaxed and smiled back, then whispered to Riley, “How was that? Did I sound tough

You’re getting the hang of it.”

n, the archer from the three-person team by the wall looked up.

the looks of you guys, you’re planning to head down to Floor 19 next?” he asked straight

veral more pairs of eyes in the hall drifted over to them.

This time TartKing stayed quiet and focused on drinking her potion.

Riley screwed the cap back on her bottle. “That’s the plan.”

The tall man with the beast-bone armor picked up his spear from the floor. He didn’t stand up; he just tapped the spear butt against the stone ground.

“The maps on Floor 19 shift. Nothing like the lower floors.”

Riley looked over at him.

A pale old scar ran diagonally across his jaw from the corner of his mouth to his ear. The scar tensed when he spoke, giving him a fierce look. Still, he seemed straightforward, not the type to scheme or lie.

The blade user from the three-person team also joined the conversation.

“You guys rushing down so fast. Did you get intel on some Floor 20 treasure? Or maybe the Survivor Tomb ry

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