Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

There were still howlings of jackals coming one after another behind him, which was plaintive and shrill, making people feel terrified.

Along the deep path in the valley, Mantou accelerated to throw away the pursuers behind him, came to the open area, and finally escaped out of breath.

"Hoo, ho..."

"It's really weird. Where did so many jackals come from? They are all mutants."

Steamed Bun raised his head and saw an exquisite wooden house suddenly appearing on the mountainside of the snow-capped peak. The roof made of rolled logs was covered with thick white snow, and gentle firelight shone through the windows.

"This is where?"

Steamed Bun leaned over curiously.

He knew that there must be something fishy about encountering this kind of wooden house in a remote mountain with few human traces, but for players, it was impossible to leave such a place without checking it out.

"Never mind! Let's talk after we get in!"

Steamed Bun gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

With a soft "crunch", Steamed Bun gently pushed open the wooden door and entered the wooden house.

The interior decoration is quite warm, with soft fur sofas, exquisite woven carpets, and the crackling sound of firewood in the fireplace.

There were milk, bread, fruits and other delicacies on the table, as well as silver spoons and even exquisite ornaments, which were incompatible with the barren snow-capped mountains outside.

"Why is there such a place in the mountains..."

Steamed Bun muttered to himself and looked around, but didn't find any clues.

"Guests from far away, it's not polite to come uninvited——"

A clear female voice sounded.

Steamed Bun quickly turned around and saw a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old pushing open the wooden door and walking into the main room.

She wore a neat ponytail and held a cup of steaming tea in her slender hands. There was a hint of playfulness on her pretty face full of goodwill.

She put the hot tea on the table and winked at the steamed buns slyly.

"It's very cold outside. Please drink a cup of hot tea first to warm your stomach."

"By the way, my name is Valena, and I am the daughter of the owner of this cabin."

Mantou was a little flattered. He stared blankly at the girl's beautiful big eyes, nodded repeatedly, picked up the cup of hot tea and drank it. Fortunately, the blood of the red dragon made him not afraid of being burned at all.

"Ah, thank you."

"Me, my name is Steamed Bun."

He just put the tea on the table rashly and replied.

"Your name is really... a bit strange."

Valena stared at the steamed bun with a smile until his already red dragon cheeks turned red, and white smoke even erupted from the surface of his skin.

After several failed online relationships, Mantou thought that his heart was as strong as a rock. He hadn't had this kind of heart-pounding feeling for a long time - "Mom, I'm in love!" Unexpectedly, he was actually attracted by the beautiful NPC in "Erezege" It made me uneasy.

Steamed Bun thought in his heart: "Steamed bun, oh steamed bun, that's a virtual character! How can you be so addicted to false beauty that you can't extricate yourself! This is an NPC!"

Valena deliberately had a puzzled look on her face.

"Why do you keep looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Ah, no, I didn't..."

Steamed Bun hesitated, looking a little embarrassed.

Valena burst out laughing.

"Don't be nervous."

Her big eyes were still looking straight at the bun.

"I'm the one who should be nervous. This place is inaccessible and there are very few guests visiting. You are the only one in recent years. I have been looking forward to you for a long time."

A trace of apology appeared on Valena's delicate face.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have grown up in this wooden house since I was a child. I have never been out. I can only understand the outside world through the travelers passing by."

"So - can you tell me a little bit about what's going on outside? Just for a moment, okay?"

The girl's sincere tone made Mantou feel unable to refuse at all, and he couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose.

"Ah, ah...of course."

Steamed Bun was still a little nervous and stammered when he spoke, but as he drank the tea, his speech became more fluent, and a drunken expression appeared on his face.

"This is what we call the Khalkha Mountains. To the south is the Storm Slope. It is a beautiful place with ogres, goblins, kobolds and other residents. Further south is the scope of the Northland. There, Humans like you have built beautiful cities and worked hard..."

"Huh? A city?"

"Yes, the city, it is a good place, there are many, many people living there..."

The firewood in the fireplace burned quietly, and Mantou and the girl sat on the soft fur sofa, talking all night long.

As they chatted, the girl leaned dependently on Mantou's arms, her eyes full of admiration and longing.

"The world you described is so beautiful..."

Steamed Bun's cheeks suddenly felt hot, and he didn't know what to do, so he had to sit there stiffly and change the subject.

"Valena, 伱, why do you keep living here?"

The girl raised her head and stared into his eyes without hesitation: "I, my father is here, and I want to stay with him all the time."

"Valena, you must feel lonely if you stay here all the time..."

Mantou stroked the girl's head with some distress, while Valena fell in his arms obediently.

"Take another sip of tea, Brother Mantou. After you finish the tea, you can tell me the next story.

The girl in her arms murmured softly.

Steamed Bun obeyed subconsciously, picked up the cup, and wanted to drink the tea in one gulp.

"Steamed buns! You are under an illusion!"

"Open your eyes again and show me!"

A familiar voice sounded, it was Singo, and he broke this rare moment of tenderness.

Steamed Bun suddenly woke up as if waking up from a dream, and dropped the glass cup in his hand to the ground, causing the remaining tea to splash on the floor.

"Crack!"

"ah!"

Steamed Bun was immediately frightened and collapsed to the ground, moving back on all fours.

He looked around. Instead of being a cozy wooden house, it was clearly a cold metal chamber with even stains of blood remaining.

He was indeed holding a humanoid "girl" in his arms, but it turned out to be just a part of the monster, sewn onto the twisted and squirming piece of flesh.

The body was huge and twisted, like a defective product made of messy flesh and blood. The body surface is covered with sparse white scales, but there are still large areas of exposed flesh, and the thick hair on the top of the head hangs down, making it look disgusting and ugly.

There are bat-like wing bones on its back, but the wing membrane is in tatters, like corroded rags.

Instead of steaming tea on the ground, there was an unknown liquid exuding mist.

"Valena" didn't seem to realize that her true identity had been discovered. The multi-petal mouth was like a crack in the flesh. The rows of fangs inside were squirming, and the lips were slightly inciting:

"Brother, drink it quickly..."

"Then you can...continue telling me stories..."