When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

"You are looking for me!" Before Hong Ming could answer, Welby said excitedly, "Is there anything I can do for you? You know, I am willing to help others, but I don't know why everyone doesn't like me to come ……Hey!"

One hand grabbed Welby by the back collar and lifted him from the ground. The kender glared at the dark elf who was carrying himself like a potato sack. "Let go of me, you nigga! Didn't anyone tell you that it's impolite to treat others like this? I..."

"Shut up." Sarn smiled sinisterly at him, "Otherwise we can find another kender."

This intimidation worked, and Welby became visibly nervous, and put down his waving fist. After a while, he asked weakly, "Is that a very important thing? I mean, what are you looking for?" I……"

"It's a very interesting thing." Sann replied maliciously, "Very interesting."

Now that the kender settled down even with his ponytail, he nodded to the dark elf with a serious face, indicating that he would be very quiet.

Sarn sighed and said to Hongming, carrying the peaceful Kender who looked like a bag of potatoes, "Let's find a hidden place first."

A few minutes later, the three returned to the grove where they stopped just now.After throwing the Kender at a safe distance, Sarn explained to Hong Ming.

"On this continent, there is no more active and curious race than the Kender. They have left their hometown since they reached adulthood and traveled on the continent of Oren, going to all the places they can think of, remote mountains, islands in the sea , the extreme arctic ocean across the permafrost... A place that all intelligent creatures with common sense would never set foot in. If they survived by chance, they will draw these experiences into maps and biographies and pass them down to share with other tribesmen. So I want to find something else Legends that people don't understand, it's a good idea to ask them."

Hong Ming looked down at the Kender sitting on the side, and saw that his blushing face was a little red, and he was holding his short wooden staff restlessly with both hands, looking very, very, very, very, very eager to talk. Er, opened his mouth and said, "If that's the case, you can give it a try, you..."

Seeing Hong Ming talking to him, Welby jumped up from the ground, "What legend do you want to know? My grandfather once went to the Lava Fortress! My uncle's cousin left a map of thirty islands on the seashore! And my father's cousin too... wait, can I talk now?" He looked expectantly at Sarn, his big brown eyes full of desire.

Sarn cleared his throat, "Welby, have you heard of dragon legends?"

"Oh! Of course! Of course!" Welby became even more excited when he heard it. "The favorite of my cousins ​​is the legend of the dragon clan. I have read a lot of records from them! For example, the red dragon Yanbo is in Stories about the ravages in the southwest of the lava fortress, such as the experience of the ice dragon Lingshuang in the Arctic Ocean..."

He babbled on for 5 minutes and still didn't show signs of stopping. Sarn interrupted the nonsense mercilessly, "Where's the green dragon? Have you heard the news about the green dragon's nightmare?"

"Green dragon?" Welby blinked his eyes, "Everyone knows the legend of the green dragon, isn't this the Matimon Plain? It is here that the green dragon destroyed Duke Misar's mansion and took it from him. You stole the tree of doom, don't you even know this?"

Sarn choked when asked by the Kender, and replied angrily, "All the dragon stories you know come from legends? Have you never seen a real dragon?"

"Whoever sees a dragon can leave a record? What do you think a dragon is, a statue for people to visit?" Welby asked rhetorically, with a face like "Has your common sense been eaten by dogs?" ' Disdain.

Sann's forehead twitched, oh, he really hates the Kenders! !

Looking at the two people staring at each other, Hong Ming smiled slightly and opened his mouth and said, "You don't need to see it with your own eyes. Does your clan have no real records about dragons? For example, dragon caves or places where dragons hide, all you need is such records. Can."

"Hey...you wait!" Hearing this, Welby seemed to suddenly think of something, and slapped his forehead. "By the way! How come I almost forgot this!" He quickly took off a big bag on his body, grabbed the bottom of the bag and threw it on the ground with a clatter, a lot of scrolls and pieces of paper rolled to the ground. "I remember putting it here, wait until the sky is too dark, I need to light a torch..."

With a whoosh, Welby's eyes lit up, and a fireball was ignited in the hands of the black-robed mage. He flicked his finger lightly, and the fireball fell on the pyre, and the flames immediately illuminated the surroundings.Welby's eyes also brightened up, "Wow! It's amazing, how did you do it? I didn't hear the incantation, did you use any instant cast spells? By the way, why did you even have an enchanted ring?" None, what about the earrings? I think you'd be very pretty with one..."

"Where's the map?!" Sarn gritted his teeth and roared earnestly.

Welby pursed his lips, "Did anyone say you're boring? Dark elves..." Seeing Sarn's unfriendly eyes, the Kender immediately lowered his head and rummaged through the pile of papers, "This...no~ no ...Let me see, no~ it's not...this...eh? How did it get into my bag?...this..."

After an extremely long 10 minutes, Sarn felt that his patience was almost exhausted, and was about to speak again, when the Kender suddenly raised a piece of dusty and dirty parchment, and shouted excitedly, "I found it!!"

Saen and Hong Ming couldn't help but stare at the picture, only to see a meandering line drawn on it, like a river, there are several hills, a lake, and some words are marked on it in a mess, which can't be seen at all. Out of Mingtang.

"What is this?" Sann frowned.

"You can't even see this?" Welby frowned at the same time, "A map of the ice field!!" He pointed to the lines and peaks on the map and said, "This is Rulun the Black Water! This is the Ice Bear Qiu, this is the Kavos Mountain Range, and this..." He pointed vigorously at a mountain peak surrounding a pea-sized lake and said, "This is the legendary Wyrmrest Valley!"

"In legend? Or legend?"

"Of course not! Didn't you see this map? It was drawn by my grandpa's uncle. He has traveled to the ice field himself. It is said that there is a local barbarian tribe guarding Wyrmrest Valley, who call themselves the Dragon God. It’s just that the stubborn natives didn’t let my grandpa’s cousin take a look at the dragon, otherwise the map would definitely be more detailed!”

"It doesn't sound very reliable...Green dragons generally don't hide in cold places, they prefer warm forests." Sarn glanced at Hong Ming, "How about it? Do you still want to try your luck?"

Hong Ming pondered for a moment, "Since there are no clues here, it's okay to go to the ice field. It's just this map..."

The two looked at the rough blueprint that couldn't be called a map at all, and the shining eyes of the Kender looking forward to it.San sighed, "I can only take him..."

"Are we going to the ice field together?!" Welby grinned happily, "Oh my god, I thought I would not be able to go to the ice field until I was 50! Dad always said that I didn't have enough experience or something. What the hell, what experience do you need to travel?!"

He squatted down quickly, stuffed the messy maps and scrolls on the ground back into his bag, and jumped up again, "What are you waiting for?! Let's go! How do we get there, by boat? Ru Lun's The river is quite open and I know a fleet of ships often..."

He was pushed back by the dark elf, and Hong Ming shook his head lightly, "It's getting late now, let's start tomorrow."

Seeing the firm attitudes of the two, Welby let out a sigh of frustration, then suddenly raised his head after a while, "By the way, what are your names? What should I call you? I won't even keep this a secret, will I? "

Hong Ming glanced at the dark elf who was reluctant to answer, and smiled slightly, "My name is Hong Ming, and his name is..."

"Sahn, just call me Sarn." Sarn received it angrily.

"Baking tea, baking tea..." the Kande repeated the pronunciation earnestly, and looked up at the black-robed mage curiously, "What a strange pronunciation! Where are you from? Are you from the south?"

"Okay! Go to bed with you!"

Wellby looked at the dark elf seriously for a moment, sighed a long time, and said to Hong Ming, "Traveling with this violent dark elf must be painful, right? It's okay, I can bear it." After finishing speaking, he was serious Shaking his head, he quickly picked up his stick and ran away.

"Oh my God... If possible, I would regret it now." Sarn couldn't help but sighed. This group of damned Kender could easily disrupt his control forever. How did they survive in Oren Continent? Did it come down by luck?

Hong Ming thought it was a bit funny, "The Kender people are sincere and innocent, so you don't need to mind it." He paused, then asked San, "If you go to the ice field, how are you?"

"What?" Sann asked puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"I've heard you say that the ice sheet is very cold. Now that February is just over, I don't know if it's safe for you to go to the extreme north..."

Sarn was really stunned this time. He didn't remember that he told this outsider that the dark elves were afraid of the cold. How did he know?Could it be... Looking at the thick clothes on his body, San suddenly smiled, "It's okay, it's just a little snowflake, I can bear it."

Hong Ming looked at him for a moment, and said no more, "Tonight I still need to cultivate in samadhi, and I will leave the Dharma protection to you."

San nodded silently, took a few steps back, and watched Hong Ming close his eyes.It was already past midnight, and even the moonlight was a little dim. Sarn extinguished the fire beside him, sat quietly under a tree a few steps away, and turned his sight back to night spectrum vision.In this field of vision, the two colors of red and yellow blend into a bright and clear light, pouring into Hong Ming's body in an orderly manner, just like a river pouring into the sea, endless and endless.In this sea of ​​light, Hong Ming's figure still exudes white light, so dazzling that it is almost impossible to see his face clearly, but San can't help but observe this kind of scene, feeling the throbbing of the other party from the heart.San felt that he might never tire of such a scene in his life...

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Deep in the Kavos Mountains of the Ice Field

An old man stood on a flat ground on the top of the mountain, and the black soil was hard and frozen under his feet.It is now February, but the snow has not yet fallen, and the entire tundra presents a strange black-gray color, as if something is about to emerge from the black soil.

If it doesn't snow anymore, it will be a bit dangerous... The old man stepped on the ground anxiously. Due to the lack of rain and snow, the lake in the valley is already drying up. It is very unsatisfactory for the person who lives in the lake. wonderful.The sharp drop in rain in the past two years has disturbed its slumber, if it wakes up...

The old man shivered. For the dragon clan, the sleeping dragon is not only their guardian, but also a sharp sword hanging over their heads. In the past two years, the confrontation with the northern black wolf clan has become increasingly fierce. A group of barbaric executioners colluded with real orcs and began to invade the surrounding tribes. Other tribes may only face the test of blood and fire, but for the dragon tribe, they also shoulder a more important responsibility.

"Father!" A thick voice sounded from behind the old man, he turned his head, his muddy but still sharp eyes locked on the big man in the bearskin cloak.

"Balunde, what's the situation over there?" the old man asked seriously.

Barend shook his head, "Lonte's troops have begun to assemble, and the elk and giant bear tribes are unwilling to join us. They said..." Big Han paused, as if he didn't know how to repeat the stupid words he heard.

"They said that the orcs started the war because of our dragon tribe, because we hide a damn dragon, right?" The old man sneered, "They are all too young and have forgotten its majesty and terror, but we It should never be forgotten."

Barend lowered his head, "Father, we will never forget, and none of the tribe will. But this battle... there are less than 500 young and strong people in the tribe. If we fight against those brutal black wolf cubs If we fight hard, we may not survive this winter."

"We can't live anymore!" The old man said sternly, "It hasn't snowed this winter, and there hasn't been a drop of water for five months. You don't know the situation in the valley. If it really wakes up..."

"It's a good thing it wakes up." The big man muttered, "If it can wake up, the black wolves and orcs won't be a problem. It will wipe out those guys, just like crushing reptiles."

Maybe it will, maybe it won't... The old man didn't open his mouth, he didn't want to break his son's only expectation.That dragon was already too old. There were very few dragons on the Oren Continent that lived to be over 1200 years old, and it was already over 1500 years old... The old man tightened the heavy cloak that was wrapped around his body, and looked towards the bottom of the valley.They have guarded this dragon for more than ten generations. This dragon has brought them great glory, and maybe it will bring them destruction...

Looking at the valley below, the old man's eyebrows suddenly tightened, and he pointed to a place and asked, "Is that Ruge? Why did he run into the valley again?"

Barend looked at his father's fingers, and shook his head indifferently, "He's 10 years old, it's good to get closer to the dragon, at least he's not afraid of that dragon's terrifying might, it's a sign of becoming the patriarch." A necessary condition. I think he can make a good patriarch."

The old man frowned, not at all pleased with his son's boast, "If he wants to be a good patriarch, he should learn self-control first! This kid is too curious, and his recklessness may disturb the dragon's sleep. Even if we have to Wake up that dragon, not now!"

Facing his father's scolding, Barend shrank his shoulders, "I will warn him, father, at least before the war starts, I will let him stay at home safely."

"You'd better control that little bastard!" The old man scolded as if the young man was not his own grandson.Then he turned his gaze back to the sky, and the clouds were gathering densely. He didn't know whether it was the breath from the snow or the blood... If possible, he sincerely hoped it was the former.

In the valley, the young man jumped off the last big rock and tiptoed to a cave by the lake. This cave was originally connected to the bottom of the lake and was mostly submerged in water all year round.But now, the lake is half empty, and the ground of this cave has long since dried up, like the frozen soil outside the valley.

He quietly walked into the cave. It was very dark and very deep. Ten years ago, this place was submerged by the cold lake all the year round, and no one could approach it.But now, it's just like a slightly long tunnel, and it doesn't take too long to walk in.It only took him 10 minutes to reach the bottom of the cave. The space there was astonishingly large. A 120-foot giant Dawu was entrenched in the center of the cave, his body undulating slightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The boy's body was so excited that he trembled slightly. He looked at the scene in front of him fascinated. This dragon was no longer as gorgeous as it was in his youth. The white scales on his body were mixed with gray blue and light gray, like two ribbons. Hovering by his side, it looked mottled, but this did not damage the majesty of the dragon, especially its might. The strong breath of the ancient dragon made the boy's legs tremble slightly. He stretched his hands to his chest and pressed The heart seemed to want to restrain the crazy beating.

The boy completely forgot about everything else, including his feet. As he was stumbling forward, a stone was accidentally kicked, making a rumbling sound, and rolled towards the dragon. The boy was startled, and his eyes He couldn't help but follow the stone, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until it stopped a dozen meters in front of the dragon.He raised his head again, and suddenly froze in place, only to see a silver-blue full moon rising in the cave with slight shaking.

The round, bright, and pale ball almost lost its original luster, and a thin slit split the ball, shrinking like a jump.

That is, the eyes of the dragon.