Under the Ice Tooth Wyvern's gaze swept away with a faint threat from the High Dragon Clan, Peter and the others felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar in the polar regions, and the blood of their entire body was about to solidify into ice, and the pupils of the Ice Fang Wyvern emitted a little light.

"No, everyone, close your eyes!" Peter shouted, and the crowd quickly closed their eyes.

Suddenly, the two hunters who didn't close their eyes in time first froze their heads, then their upper bodies, then their lower bodies, and finally their toes. As the blood clotted and increased in size, the two poor hunters instantly swelled and burst like balloons, and when Peter opened his eyes, he saw only a few coagulated internal organs flying here, and two blood mist scattered on the platform. Just the moment they closed their eyes and opened their eyes, the two hunters who were getting along with each other in the morning and twilight dispersed into snow mist.

The ice-toothed dragon, with a glare of menacing, is terrifying.

"It's terrible, village chief, let's run away quickly, I don't have any courage to fight anymore. A hunter shuddered and spoke his thoughts. In normal times, his words would definitely cause everyone to laugh, but now there is no one to refute him.

Peter steadied his trembling legs, "We can't escape, once we escape, this village will be finished!" Although Peter is a four-star hunter, if he can face the wyvern calmly, then at least the "dragon slayer hunter" can be so calm.

"We are now closed to death, but we must flee and die, or we must die defending our homeland. Tell me your choice!" The fear in Peter's eyes faded away, leaving only a strong fighting spirit. He wants to protect his family, and although he can't see his children anymore, it's his responsibility as a father to keep them alive.

After hearing this, the rest of the hunters gradually suppressed their fear, yes, it is better to die in a dignified manner, maybe their children will be able to proudly show off to others in the future, their father died under the claws of the dragon.

Suddenly, all the hunters put aside all the other thoughts in their minds, and only one thought remained, which was to try their best to hold back the Ice Fang Wyvern so that their loved ones would have more time to escape. It was as if they could no longer feel the cold around them, only the burning heat of their beating hearts.

The ice-toothed dragon despised the dozen reptilian "ants" in the sky, and when it saw that they did not obediently crawl on the ground to pray, they even raised their weapons to attack it, and it immediately became furious.

The ice-toothed dragon would never have been seen in the Dayima Empire, but fled in embarrassment after being wounded by what it considered to be a more powerful "mole ant" in the Arisian Empire and severing its centuries-old white and shiny tail. Thinking about the scars on his body, the Ice Fang Dragon let out an angry roar.

"Roar, roar, roar." A rumbling roar sounded like a tsunami, and waves of air sent out waves of destruction, instantly uprooting all the houses near the wyvern, and in an instant, the entire village became a mess.

And Peter, on the other hand, was swept away by a huge wave of sound and fell to the ground staggeringly.

"No, the difference in strength is too big, we have to find a way!" Peter's brain began to run rapidly when he fell to the ground. I have to say that Peter is indeed a qualified hunter, and he dares to think of countermeasures under the attack of the flying dragon.

Hard fight is certain death, and how can we hurt it, the scales of the wyvern are not at all the weapons we use can break through the defenses!

Suddenly, Peter had a flash of inspiration and came up with a crazy idea. The wyvern's tongue is incomparably soft, so as long as we can get into its mouth, we have hope of avoiding the slaughter of the village, if it is only hope.

Even if it's just a little bit, Peter, as the village chief, has to try. The lives of the people on his shoulders. With this belief, Peter's whole body was suddenly filled with beastly strength, but it was still not worth mentioning in front of the dragon.

"Elu, leave now, with your concealment skills, you should be able to hide while we attack the Ice Fang Dragon. If you can escape, if I die, remember to tell Mana that you must raise your children to be good hunters!, this is my last order to you as the village chief. Peter shouted.

"Understood!" shouted Elu with red eyes. He knew that if he escaped this time, then he would have to live a surviving life. I can't die fighting with the hunters in the same village, "I knew that I should have been a battle hunter at that time, at least I could die with everyone." Elu regretted it.

"The rest of the hunters cover my attack, we only have one chance, if we don't succeed, we will be killed!" Peter raised his sword, the knife emitted a faint orange light, he leaned over, the stone path under his feet seemed to shake at this moment, and then the stone road was shaken out of cracks, and the cold wind around Peter blew Peter's pain.

The ice-toothed dragon saw that the ant dared to attack under its pressure, the coldness in its eyes gradually condensed, its wings waved, and there was a sound of "bang, bang, bang" breaking through the air, and as soon as it leaned over, it appeared above Peter's head in one breath.

Peter felt his heart tighten and feel the threat of death. I didn't have time to think about it, so I kicked my left leg and flew to the ground on the right. As soon as he left the ground, the dragon's claws clawed down, and the hunters around him saw that the claws were just a fraction of a second off Peter's back.

Peter fell to the ground, and after two or three quick turns, his legs tightened, his waist was closed, and a carp jumped up. Seeing the debris on the ground where he was still running a second ago, Peter suddenly took a breath of cold air, it seemed that he had just walked away from the ghost gate.

When the dragon pounced and Peter rolled away, the remaining hunters began a stormy deathly attack. Axes, hammers, and spears all stabbed at the dragon, but they also underestimated the defense of the Ice Fang Dragon, and even if it was seriously injured, it was not something that a two-star hunter could damage. The weapons shattered as they slammed into the dragon, shattering into pieces and falling to the ground.

The ice-toothed dragon twisted as if it had only been bitten by a mosquito.

"Hit its eyes with a crossbow!" Peter yelled. The two hunters in the back, each carrying a heavy crossbow, fired into the dragon's eyes.

In an instant, the dragon's eyes emitted puffs of smoke. "Cheng.. Did it succeed?" Before they could finish speaking, a white light flashed, and the ice-toothed dragon swung its blade-like wings, and the six or seven hunters instantly separated up and down, and their eyes showed a faint fear and deep unwillingness before they died.

With just one swing, more than half of the hunters in the village were killed, which was a complete one-sided massacre!

Is it really over?