Idle game leads to another world

The battle had lasted for almost twenty minutes since it began.

This was a great test of anyone's physical strength. Since they had to swing their swords with all their strength to cut through the fur of the winter wolf and cause fatal injuries, some soldiers had already become exhausted.

But Reina didn't seem to feel tired at all. Each of her attacks was the most appropriate and accurate, and she saved her physical strength while her killing efficiency far exceeded that of any guard knight.

She even had the energy to focus on Viola to prevent her from getting into danger.

However, Viola didn't pay too much attention to the results of others' battles. She shook off the blood on the blade and reached out to grab the wounded soldier.

Now the battle line was in a stalemate, but the number was absolutely disadvantageous to Viola. After all, it took two or three soldiers to deal with a winter wolf in a frontal battle, and she only had two thousand soldiers, but the number of winter wolves exceeded two thousand.

Looking back in the direction of the pass, after the traps and the frontal fight, Viola finally saw the tail of the winter wolf pack.

It was time to use a big move.

After turning the hilt and stabbing a struggling winter wolf to death. A white ball of light was launched from Viola's hilt.

This ball of light rose into the air, just like a flare.

The five remaining court magicians hiding near the crossbowmen saw this and recited obscure spells, and then fired fireballs at the winter wolves that were squeezing into the pass.

One after another, huge orange-red fireballs exploded from the wolf pack, mixed with terrible loud noises, and even caused the wolf pack to be "broken".

Although the magician is strong, the blue bar is limited and must be used on the blade.

After this wave of firepower support, the number of winter wolves can be greatly reduced, and the rest depends on the efforts of the soldiers.

Such a battle-to-death formation is to prevent any winter wolf from entering the Leon territory.

This deviated territory is not like other places where adventurers are wandering around. If a winter wolf really comes in, ordinary villagers can't resist it at all.

So no winter wolf can be let go. They either roll back to the snowy area or die here.

The balance of victory is gradually tilting towards Viola. After all, a lot of preparations have been made in the early stage. Besides, no matter how smart the winter wolf is, it is only the smartness among wild beasts. Compared with mortals, their tricks are not worth mentioning.

Through ambushes, traps and tactics, Viola has created a huge advantage for herself. She is very confident in her soldiers and guards knights. She knows that her side will win.

But a new problem has emerged.

Zora, who was almost covered in wolf blood, said when he came to Viola:

"Why don't these winter wolves retreat?"

Yes, this is the new problem.

It has been emphasized many times that winter wolves are not stupid, and they are not creatures that will fight to the death. Once they find that the situation is unfavorable, they will retreat immediately without hesitation.

And now, even the winter wolves can see that it is difficult for them to break through the blockade of the soldiers, but why do they still rush south desperately?

After all, the climate of Leon Territory is not suitable for winter wolves to survive. It is too hot in summer, and winter wolves will faint from the heat.

Except for occasionally entering Leon Territory in winter, they always wander on the snowfield at other times.

So why did this group of winter wolves go south at this time close to May?

"Your Highness, we seem to be in big trouble."

Reina saw a high-speed shadow flashing at the junction of the sky and the mountain, and immediately felt very bad.

"What did you see?"

Before Reina could report, she was interrupted by a roar from the valley.

——Ang!

The sound kept echoing in the valley, deafening and breathtaking.

Including Viola, many people have never heard such a terrible roar, and lions and tigers can't compare with it.

"Listen, Your Highness. That's a dragon."

The roar of a dragon is unique, and no creature can imitate it, especially the sound alone can awaken the most primitive fear in people's hearts.

"Dragon? How can there be a dragon in this place!"

Viola was about to ask, and then a gust of wind mixed with snowflakes and ice hit her face.

A huge, elegant and beautiful creature hovered forty or fifty meters above her head. Its flawless white scales looked like the white snow that had not melted for thousands of years on the snowfield. Its ice-blue eyes scanned the winter wolves and soldiers below. Its razor-sharp fangs were inserted in its slightly open bloody mouth. Its slender tail swung left and right, but there was no doubt about its power. The dragon's tail could smash the city wall with one blow.

Everyone was shocked to see the behemoth appearing above their heads. Even the winter wolf, who had just desperately attacked the defense line, now bowed his head and lay on the ground as if he had accepted his fate.

Viola suddenly understood why the winter wolves were heading south in groups.

Because they were being driven by a dragon!

As the most powerful creature at the top of the food chain and the most powerful creature in the mortal world, the dragon let out a low roar that seemed to be squeezed out of its throat.

"That's dragon language."

Reina quietly grabbed her slightly trembling left hand and said to Viola:

"This white dragon doesn't look very old."

The older the dragon is, the more dangerous it is, but this does not mean that the younger one is not dangerous, it's just relatively speaking.

"Do you have experience in slaying dragons?"

"Unfortunately, no."

No one could predict that a dragon would appear in such a remote place, because dragons generally like to live near wealthy countries to make money.

The white dragon floating in the sky did not notice the whispers of Viola and Reina. Maybe he noticed it, but he didn't care.

It slightly bent its slender neck and said in another language:

"My name is Rhaena Scurix Mogul, Lord of the Snowy Mountains. Insignificant mortals, you have violated my territory!"

The dragon's voice was like a strong wind whistling through the eardrums, making people's ears buzz.

It looked like the dragon wanted to have a chat.

Viola quietly made a few gestures to Zola to ask the knights to get ready, and then she said loudly without hesitation:

"It was these winter wolves that invaded my territory first!"

Unexpectedly, someone would dare to resist under the pressure of the dragon. Bailong rolled his eyes and looked at Viola, who was standing there with a long sword.

"These winter wolves are my property, my sheep, you killed them, do you have any excuses?"

Viola now understood why the winter wolf ran away, because the white dragon regarded the winter wolf as a source of meat that could be eaten at any time.

This is the ‘flock’ that Bailong talks about.

It is possible that the winter wolves took advantage of the white dragon's unpreparedness and decided to escape en masse, so they gathered such a large number and headed south together.

But it seems too late to understand this. The problem now is not the winter wolf, but the white dragon, which is much more terrifying than the winter wolf.

"Your flock has invaded my territory and threatened my people..."

"I won't accept any excuses!"

Bailong roared:

"My property has been damaged, and while you were defending, your men were still trying to make a sneak attack. Do you really think I didn't see it?"

The huge sound stirred up the snowflakes on the ground, making people breathless.

"That's enough! I don't want to talk to humble mortals who are full of lies! Prepare to repent under my ice flames!"

The white dragon's bloody mouth lit up with tiny blue-white auras, which was the Dragon Clan's most powerful weapon, Dragon Breath.

If it was pure nonsense to say that the breath of the winter wolf could freeze the flames, the white dragon really had this ability.

But what puzzled Bai Long was that these puny mortals below did not kneel down to beg for mercy, nor did they launch an attack. Instead, they all opened their mouths, as if they had seen something extraordinary.

In fact, in the sky behind the white dragon, the dark clouds covering the stars were violently torn apart, and a huge terrifying hand fell from the clouds, each finger wrapped in purple-black stripes, Reflects an unpleasant oily sheen.

When Bailong realized that everyone was staring at his back, Bailong turned his head and saw that hand curling one finger.

"Varied……!"

Biu flicked his head at Bailong...