After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

There was a dead silence in the huge cave, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

The scarlet magic circle in the center has been destroyed by the scorching fire, leaving only broken and blurred patterns.

Shi An looked around, his gaze passing over the charred black corpse lying on the ground indifferently, and he sighed regretfully.

...It's a pity that the cave he used to be was stained beyond recognition by the dirty blood.

The remaining heat from the flames had dissipated, and the temperature in the cave began to drop gradually.

Shi An put his hand to his mouth and let out a sigh of relief, then took out a pink rabbit glove from his pocket and put it on.

According to the information provided by the human just now, his treasure should be at the auction house, and he also told Shi An about all the settings and arrangements of the Administration Bureau in the auction house, and now he wants to get his treasure back , as easy as pie.

Shi An stood there and thought for a while.

Which way out of the mountain?

One is the road from here, from the tunnel directly to the southern canyon where the exchange meeting is held.

There is another road that he took when he came to Aiwen District last time, passing through the ruins of the abyss crack and entering the outer Aiwen Snowfield.

In terms of temperature, the first one is definitely better.

The last time I went to Ai Wenxueyuan, it was already horribly cold. Now that the mountain has been closed for more than three months, Shi An can hardly imagine how cold it is outside this time.

but……

If what the previous mercenary said is correct, they have sent people to seal off the entire canyon, and the number of people outside the cave is twenty times that of the cave, and there are other college students who may recognize him. Conflict, it's embarrassing to be seen...

And transportation is also a problem.

Shi An reluctantly looked towards the direction of the second road.

Sure enough... I still have to experience the severe cold again.

He stepped over the corpse on the ground, climbed over the gravel with difficulty, and walked out of the cave according to the route he remembered.

Soon, Shi An stood on the frozen soil of Aiwen Xueyuan.

The sky here is more gloomy than the southern canyon. The white snow is falling all over the sky, the surroundings are gray and white, and the edge is completely invisible. The air seems to be frozen, as if forgotten by the whole world, and the silence is terrifying.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

Shi An screamed in his heart.

He shivered into the cotton-padded jacket tremblingly, regretting that he had struck too hard just now—how could he burn the cotton-padded jacket on the mercenary?At least take it off first, it's too wasteful.

Shi An's nose was red from the cold, and the warm white air he exhaled seemed to be frosted.

He walked two steps in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Then, he closed his eyes, a trace of magic power was pulled out from his body, weaved into a big net, and probed in all directions, making a silent call.

Finally, a huge familiar silhouette appeared in the white sky not far away.

The tall figure of the skeleton horse gradually became clear. Its heavy hooves hit the ground, splashing snow foam, and the faint blue flames were burning in the black eye sockets. It looked in Shi An's direction.

Very good, in this case, there will be transportation.

Shi An reached out and broke off a rib from the skeleton horse.

Well, there are torches too.

Skeleton Horse: "..."

Demon worm: "..."

Black smoke: "..."

You really are a devil.

Shi An lit the torch, climbed onto the back of the skeleton horse, and patted its head with his hand: "Just send me out of the mountain."

The skeleton horse neighed, lowered its body abruptly, and its speed suddenly increased. If Shi An hadn't hugged the skeleton horse's neck in time, it might have been blown down by the swift cold wind.

Shi An stabilized his figure, and patted the skeleton horse under him with great satisfaction:

"Wow, I didn't expect you to take my orders so seriously, so be good."

Demon worm: "..."

In fact, it really wants to send you, the evil star, away.

Skeleton horses are very suitable for running in the snow. They are not afraid of cold, tired, or high gravel slopes. They are simply the most efficient means of transportation.

The scenery around him receded rapidly, and the cold wind howled, mixed with snowflakes, like cold and sharp blades.

If it wasn't the dragon flame burning on Shi'an's torch, it might have been extinguished long ago.

Suddenly, the skeleton horse's pace suddenly slowed down.

It hit the ground with its front hooves a little uneasily, snorting, and seemed very restless.

Shi An was startled, raised his head from the curled up state, and looked not far away.

Eh?Human smell?

A team of more than 20 mercenaries entered from the canyon.

"Why did the higher-ups suddenly call us for support? Or from this ghost place? Is there something wrong in the cave?"

"I don't know, I can't get in touch anyway."

The man was taken aback: "But the people we arranged outside..."

"It's Mu Heng."

Another mercenary interrupted abruptly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what happened, the news seems to have leaked out, this guy directly broke through from the front of the southern canyon, and wiped out most of our main force."

"Besides, according to the information given by our brother at the auction house, Mu Heng seems to be injured...he's still mortally wounded."

He spat and cursed viciously:

"Fuck, that monster."

The rest of the people were startled, a little unbelievable: "What?"

Under such circumstances, they broke through head-on, and even gained the upper hand, wiping out most of their main force?

--how can that be?

The mercenary cracked his yellow teeth and smiled: "However, this is a great opportunity for us."

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him, understand?"

He wiped the tip of his nose, and continued: "The support from the administration has been held up by us, and now it's like Mu Heng went into the enemy camp alone with injuries, trying to get rid of him completely, there is nothing more important than now." This is a good opportunity... The southern canyon has also sent additional personnel, and we are responsible for advancing in a detour from here, attacking from both sides."

With gloomy eyes, he said slowly: "This time, Mu Heng must die."

In the past, they didn't dare to confront the most powerful human being, but this time it was different.

Not only was Mu Heng injured, but he had already fought against the frontal team.

This time might be their only chance.

At this moment, a few heavy footsteps came from the front.

A huge skeleton horse slowly emerged from the blizzard ahead.

"alert!!"

The mercenary group put on a vigilant posture

They had heard that there was a very difficult undead horse on the way into the mountain. In order to avoid it, they deliberately bypassed that part of the road, but they did not expect to encounter it.

When the skeleton horse approached, all the mercenaries were stunned.

and many more……

Why, there is still a person sitting on the back of this undead species?

what happened? ? ?

I saw a tightly wrapped human sitting on the back of a skeleton horse. The pink rabbit fluff earmuffs and scarf were particularly conspicuous in the vast snowstorm. He was holding a burning rib in his hand. Most of the face was hidden in the scarf, but the voice sounded very young.

Just listen to the other party say in a muffled voice:

"Hello, robbery."

Mercenary: "..."? ? ?

Ten minutes later, Shi An was standing next to a pile of charred corpses.

The heavy snow was still falling quietly, and a thick pile of cotton-padded clothes was piled up into a hill beside him.

Demon worm: "..."

As expected of a giant dragon, he is so proficient in looting houses, killing people and setting fires.

Shi An found two clean-looking padded clothes and put them on his body, then set the rest of the clothes on fire with dragon flames.

The raging fire billowed up in the snow, releasing warm heat outward and dispelling the cold air.

He sniffed and looked towards the exit of the canyon not far away.

As long as he moves in the direction he can go for more than ten minutes, he will be able to leave Aiwen Xueyuan. After leaving the snowfield, he can go to the auction house. The long-lost treasure is waiting for him in the underground warehouse of the auction house, and , Shi An now knows the layout of the management authority in the auction house, and more importantly, according to the information provided by the mercenaries just now, Mu Heng is not in the auction house now.

The only man capable of stopping himself has left his post and wants to get the treasure back, and there's never been a better time than now.

"..."

When he settled down, he slowly turned his head and looked in the direction he came from.

The wind and snow had already covered the way home, and the snow was smooth, with no traces of the arrival, nor the distant scenery clearly visible.

There was a rare look of hesitation in the boy's dark eyes.

outside the tunnel.

The hot blood was sprinkled on the snow, and the heat had not been extinguished by the severe cold.

The corpse opened its eyes with reluctance to die, with a hideous expression, and its body still maintained the aggressive posture it had in life.

The severed limbs and pieces of flesh were condensed in the white frost and snow, showing the extremely cruel killing methods of the perpetrators.

The snow in the sky fell quietly, covering the wreckage on the ground with a layer of cold and clean white snow.

There was a dead silence in the valley.

No one is still alive.

inside the tunnel.

Mu Heng walked forward unhurriedly, his steps were still steady, but when he turned a corner, he still stretched out his hand to support the wall.

The dark cloak on his body has been soaked in blood. The enemy's blood and his own blood are mixed together and cannot be distinguished. They are all frozen into black red ice slag by the low temperature of Aiwen Snowfield, and the hard floor is formed into one piece.

The original tall silver hair was scattered during the battle, and a few locks were wet with blood and scattered over the shoulders.

The long sword condensed with magic power in his hand is still bright and white, and it is completely impossible to see how many throats he has kissed and how much blood he has drunk.

Mu Heng frowned slightly, under the long silver eyelashes, the blue eyes half-closed.

He let go of the hand holding the wall, straightened his back, and continued to walk deep into the tunnel.

Taking a few steps forward, the line of sight immediately opened up.

Mu Heng's pupils shrank suddenly.

The tragic scene in the cave appeared in front of his eyes, scorched black corpses, molten rock, and the ground as if it had been scorched by fire.

Although the flame had already been extinguished and disappeared, it was absolutely impossible for Mu Heng to recognize this trace.

The dragon...has come.

He took a few steps forward slowly.

On the dirty black ground, there was faintly left a magic circle drawn by scarlet blood.

Mu Heng lowered his head, his eyes were deep and dark.

Ah, it looks like the sacrifice is complete.

No wonder he didn't see a single student along the way.

that……

The boy who acted like a baby and pretended to be pitiful to him just to eat one more ice cream...

The man staggered, and if he hadn't supported himself with a long sword, he would almost have fallen to the ground.

The heart that has been held up all the time is suspended by a thin thread. At this moment, the thread is broken, but the heart can't fall down. It hangs empty in the air, cold and empty. I don't feel much pain, but it just doesn't feel real.

Mu Heng's arm trembled slightly due to the force, and his knuckles clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, making a rattling sound.

He wanted to prop up his body, but the strength in his body was greatly lost.

Mu Heng lowered his head and glanced at his chest.

The magic power that has been blocking the wound since just now is draining at this moment, and the warm blood slowly soaks outward, gradually wetting the clothes.

He knew how heavy his hands would be.

Penetration, fatal wound.

Mu Heng blinked slowly, his vision gradually dimmed and blurred, as if the world was spinning.

Enter in this state...

...It really is still too much.

Before the light was swallowed by the darkness, he vaguely saw a vague figure not far away.

who is it?

But the line of sight seemed to be shrouded in a foggy gray curtain, and it was impossible to see clearly through this curtain.

Mu Heng felt the darkness coming, and dragged himself to fall into the abyss.

He lost the last bit of strength, and the long sword in his palm shattered into a spot of light and disappeared.

——Before he was about to fall, a pair of hands in pink plush gloves reached out and supported him.