Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Since Xia Ye Qiu Yu had exhausted all his spell slots in the battle early, he chose to follow the large army back for a long rest, leaving only the trio to explore the depths of the Khalkha Mountains.

This sparsely populated mountainous area to the north of the Storm Slope is home to countless legends and stories. The brain-sucking evil snowman, the wailing polar night demon tower, and the ghosts in the snow are all legends widely circulated in the northern countries.

"call--"

The cold wind howled by, coating the rocks with white frost and bringing coldness to the valley.

"Holy shit, this... this place is so cold."

The steamed buns were shivering from the cold, and bursts of white smoke came out of the nostrils.

"If you don't prepare in advance, you deserve to be frozen."

Singo took out a bottle of blue potion and threw it to Mantou. This is a cold resistance elixir made from magic herbs that grow underground. It is considered a relatively precious potion.

Pulling out the cork from the steamed bun and drinking it, it felt like a furnace was being lit in his belly, which immediately warmed him up.

"Comfortable."

"Well done Xin Dog."

Steamed Bun nodded with a comfortable look on his face.

"nice one!"

Due to the added physical strength of a barbarian, the Heavenly Holy Warrior didn't pay much attention to it, but he still drank the elixir prepared in advance. Warm air came out of his body, and two streams of white smoke came out of his nostrils, which made him feel very relaxed.

"Huhu——"

There was another scream.

"Attention, this doesn't seem to be a rumor, get ready for battle!"

Singo noticed something was wrong and reminded him keenly.

This sound was not only the sound of wind blowing through the valley, but also mixed with a plaintive and plaintive cry, like the howl of a jackal.

A group of colorful strange shadows flashed on the cliffs on both sides of the valley, and there was a rustling sound.

The naturally war-crazed man quickly turned his head, and there was no one at the place where the noise was heard, only dark rocks.

"It seems that an enemy is coming and they are secretive."

Singo drew the bow string and shot an arrow at the rock. After the arrow was inserted, it suddenly exploded, creating a violent fire.

The creatures hidden behind the rock were also frightened by the fire and dispersed, revealing their true colors.

Those standing creatures were about two meters tall, with high-bowed backs covered with manes. Their heads looked like hyenas, with messy yellow teeth and blood-red triangular eyes.

Those blood-red eyes stared at the few people in the valley, growling deep in their throats, wanting to eat them alive.

These monsters like to eat intelligent creatures most. They like to eat their prey alive and let the prey watch themselves being devoured. They prefer to hear the terrified screams of intelligent creatures before they die. Humans account for a large part of their diet. A huge proportion.

"Gnoll?"

Singo recognized this kind of monster at a glance. He had killed many in the mine, but he felt something was wrong.

Jackals like warm and humid environments. They usually appear in warm plains or underground. They rarely appear in such cold mountains. What's more, their appearance is also different from ordinary jackals - their skin surface is not only There are reddish-brown and black fur, and many places have become bald with sparse white scales.

The three players immediately thought of the dragon-blooded hobgoblin that burned down the kingdom.

"That's interesting. Is it the blood of the white dragon?"

"No wonder it can withstand the cold."

"It's best to catch a few alive."

Singo suddenly became interested, and his eyes were a little more excited when he looked at the gnolls - this was a rare and special species, and he would probably earn a lot of gold coins and contributions by supplying it to the "Tower of the Giant Wise One".

The battle is about to break out.

"Ouch——"

The dragon-veined jackals all looked up to the sky and roared, making a cry-like howl, which seemed particularly weird.

These monsters swooped down from the cliff towards everyone, baring their teeth and claws, often with smelly mucus trailing from the corners of their mouths.

"Up, up, up! Brother Zhan Kuang, steamed buns, you go up and give it a try."

"Damn it, Xin Gou gave you the command, why don't you go up and fight these disgusting things yourself?"

Although he complained, Mantou still stepped forward to fight with the standard silver sword.

The naturally war-mad man couldn't wait any longer. He roared in the sky, stamped his feet vigorously and started berserk. He rushed towards the jackals with red eyes.

"Ahhhh——"

"Fighting is fun!"

The naturally war-crazed giant ax slashed across and cut off the head of a jackal, scaring them into retreating.

Mantou took the opportunity to rush forward, using a flurry of movements. He swung his sword at an astonishing speed, and easily cut open the Jackal's chest, causing the internal organs inside to fall out.

Singo was even more exaggerated. He drew his hunting bow and marked the jackal with the purple hunter's mark.

"Whoosh——"

With the sound of piercing the air, just one arrow pierced the monster's heart. The sharp arrow came out from the other end of the body with blood. The power of the hunter's mark was still tearing the wound and causing additional damage, making this monster The first Gnoll died as dead as possible.

"Don't kill too fast!"

"Leave a few alive for me!"

Another arrow shot the jackal to death, and Singo did not forget to remind everyone.

In front of these professional players who have reached level four and whose real strength far exceeds the paper data, ordinary jackals, even if they have a trace of white dragon blood, are far from their opponents and can only be reduced to players to gain experience and loot. Tool of.

But quantity can make up for quality.

Steamed buns and born warriors were fighting on the front line, only to find that instead of decreasing, the number of jackals around them was increasing, and there were constant howls coming from the distance.

“Holy shit, how many of these pieces of shit are there—”

"We can't kill them all, we can't kill them all."

Singo's face in the valley also became serious. He looked around and saw hundreds of ugly hyena-like heads protruding from the cliffs on both sides of the valley. The densely packed blood-red eyes made his scalp tingle.

"Uh-oh no, we seem to have broken into their lair."

"ah?"

More and more jackals came up, forming a mottled wave, and the fishy smell was about to drown several people.

Even the largest jackal took a deep breath and breathed out a cold breath - it was similar to the freezing breath of a white dragon!

Steamed Bun was startled and rolled on the ground several times before he managed to avoid it. The place where he stood was covered with a thick layer of frost.

Because they were too overconfident earlier, Mantou and Zhan Kuang launched attacks from both sides. The distance between the two was quite far, and Singo was watching from a distance at the end of the valley, unable to look after each other at all.

Steamed Bun looked at the different intersections in the valley and shouted with an idea: "Let's run away separately!"

"OK!"

So Mantou and Zhan Kuang ran to the left and right, Singo backward, and the three of them ran in different directions.

"Ouch——"

These extremely greedy but low-intelligence jackals were also stunned. For a moment, they didn’t know which one to chase first. They stood there howling for a long time before slowly forming three groups under the supervision of the leader and heading towards each group. Follow the direction.