Witches: Starting as a Lord Marrying a Wife

The Ice Bear Marquis roared furiously as he felt his movements slowing, his limbs growing stiff.

"What kind of trickery is this?!" he bellowed, his voice carrying the tension of a man who had always relied on brute strength.

The Frost Wolf Duke, David, stood tall amidst the battlefield, the icy air swirling around him in an almost ethereal manner.

The subtle grin on David's lips didn't falter as he watched the Marquis struggle. "Welcome to the chill of the Frost Wolf," he said coldly.

The Winter's Curse was in full effect now. The Marquis, despite his immense strength and semi-liquid battle qi, was feeling the freezing grip of an unfamiliar power.

The battlefield around them seemed to reflect their duel. Gray wolves tore through the coalition forces, while Frost Wolf knights pressed their advantage, exploiting the disarray caused by their enemies' lack of coordination.

The two central figures, however, were locked in a deadly dance of ice and steel.

David's Frost Wolf Sword glimmered with frost, each swing sending shockwaves of icy power toward the Marquis.

But the Marquis was no ordinary opponent. His semi-liquid battle qi shielded him from the worst of the cold, and his Northern Polar Bear bloodline bolstered his already monstrous physique.

The ground trembled beneath his blows, his Giant Bear Warhammer sending shockwaves with each swing. Yet, each time he closed the distance, another wave of frost forced him back, his movements slowing incrementally.

As the curse's effects compounded, the Marquis felt his body growing increasingly sluggish. His movements, once fluid and unstoppable, were now heavy and labored.

"This… this can't be!" he roared, his voice a mix of fury and disbelief.

David's icy gaze remained locked on him. "You underestimated me. You thought I was the same as my father, didn't you?"

The Marquis' eyes widened, realization dawning too late.

David stepped forward, his sword wreathed in frost as the air around him turned into a vortex of snow and ice. With his Snow Spirit Soul at the fourth tier and his mastery over ice magic bolstered by his Frost Wolf lineage, David now commanded a power few could resist.

"You should've stayed in your cold fortress, Marquis. Now, you'll be part of this frozen wasteland."

With a thrust of his hand, David unleashed a wave of concentrated icy power. Winter's Wrath, an evolved manifestation of his snow and frost elements, surged forward, consuming everything in its path.

The Marquis roared and swung his warhammer, his semi-liquid battle qi forming a barrier around him. But even as he fended off the brunt of the attack, the frost found its way into the cracks of his defense, freezing his armor and slowing his movements further.

David's attacks came faster now, each strike a calculated maneuver to exploit the Marquis' growing vulnerability.

The Marquis swung his hammer one last time, desperation fueling his actions. But David sidestepped gracefully, his Frost Wolf Sword slicing through the Marquis' exposed side.

The Marquis staggered back, his face pale as frost crept along his wound. "You… you can't win… not against me…"

David didn't reply. Instead, he raised his sword, now glowing with an intense blue light, and brought it down in a final, decisive blow.

The battlefield fell silent as the Marquis' massive frame crumpled to the ground. His warhammer, once a symbol of his indomitable strength, fell with a thud, the frost clinging to it as though reclaiming the land.

David stood over his fallen opponent, his breath visible in the freezing air.

"Frost Wolf Ridge doesn't bow to anyone," he said softly, his words carrying the weight of his victory.

With the Marquis' defeat, the coalition forces began to crumble. The wolves, emboldened by their master's triumph, tore through the remaining forces with renewed ferocity.

The nobles who had joined the coalition began retreating, their confidence shattered. Some dropped their weapons and surrendered outright, realizing that their gamble had failed.

David, still standing amidst the battlefield, watched the chaos unfold. His victory over the Marquis was a decisive blow, one that would send ripples throughout the Northern Territories.

"Let them run," he commanded, his voice calm yet resolute. "They'll carry the tale of what happened here today. Frost Wolf Ridge rises once more."

As his knights regrouped and the wolves howled in triumph, David turned his gaze toward the horizon.

The war was far from over, but this victory marked the beginning of a new chapter—one where the Frost Wolf family reclaimed its place as the true rulers of the North.

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