The sky was gray, and Evernie felt a knife cut in her face, and she couldn't open her mouth when the wind and snow blew, and she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth, and every step was difficult, like walking in a swamp.

When Cassia created the dwarves, he paid great attention to their ability to resist heat, but for so many years, the dwarves' ability to resist cold has been a fat ** escorting them.

"But I'm a thin man. Aveney cried out in her heart.

Finally finding a nest in the snow, Evnie threw down the improvised tent behind her and sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

She's really miserable, she didn't bring in any horses or anything, well, I don't know who takes care of whom......

Pulling out the mirror in the ceremony, Evernie took a look at it, her flushed cheeks and nose were very dwarven.

The moisture in her mouth blurred the mirror, and she took out another bottle of rum, which was the last bottle, and after drinking it, this snowy journey was called real loneliness.

According to daily life, make a fire, start a pot, and burn snow water, the only advantage of the extreme south is that it is cold, the jerky will not be bad, and there is no need to bring clean water.

It was getting dark, and after eating the boiled jerky in the snow, Evernie roasted the fire and continued to write and draw in her notebook.

Symbols were written on the delicate paper, these were popped up in her mind recently, she didn't know what it meant, at first she thought it was the legacy of Lem's ancestors, but in the end she found that it didn't match any kind of magic mark.

With countless mysteries in her heart, Evernie fell asleep beside the fire with her notebook in her arms.

This is not the worst time for the weather in the extreme south, the polar day and night have not yet appeared, and the violent snowstorm has not yet arrived, but the temperature at the turn of day and night is still outrageously low.

It was dark and Evernie woke up with the cold air, the fire had long been extinguished, and she decided to sleep for another half hour so that she could get on the road.

Any difficult mission here must be put aside in a hurry, you can't eat enough, you can't sleep enough, and if you are in a hurry, you may also fall in the snow at noon and become a corpse that no one cares about.

Stamina and temperature are the passports here.

The warm quilt made the half-asleep Avnie smile, but then a bold roar woke her up instantly.

It was a soul-stirring roar, like someone hitting your heart with a drum hammer, or like someone setting off a cannon in an empty valley.

Avni's bright eyes looked out, and she reached out and grabbed her sword, which never left her, and staggered out of the tent, but there was no shadow of a living creature except for the snowstorm.

Standing with her eyes fixed for a long time, Avenie packed her bags excitedly, just now she heard correctly, there is only one kind of creature in this kind of ghost place that can have such power.

......

On the twenty-fifth day, Evernie shuffled on the snow, and now she had gone more than a hundred miles to the far south, and had not noticed anything since she had heard the roar five days earlier.

She was a little impatient in her heart, thinking of the ardent expectations of the dean and His Majesty the Dwarven King, she thought that she must persevere, and the more strength she had, the more security she had.

At night, when she had packed her things and was ready to go to bed, she heard the roar again, and ran out of the tent impatiently, and looked around in the snow in her single clothes, but still found nothing.

The cold wind blew on her face, and Evni's heart became more and more angry, and she became more and more anxious, and finally, she couldn't help but stick her long sword on the ground, and shouted loudly in the uninhabited snow:

"Dragon, come, I'm here, I'm a dwarf, dig a lot of gems out of the ground, come to me if you want!"

A handful of gold coins were scattered on the ground, and a childish childlike voice echoed in the night, only the whirring wind and snow echoed her.

She didn't blush at all, because there wasn't anyone here at all.

Helpless, Evnie sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly, yes, if she can succeed, future generations will definitely sing her praises.

What fights with the dragon for hundreds of rounds, and finally steps on the dragon's head, pressuring the dragon clan to assist him, but scolding the street here like a child, it is obviously unlikely to succeed.

After venting her recent anguish, Evernie regained her confidence and prepared to go back to her tent to sleep.

But just as she lifted the curtain, the snow on the ground not far away suddenly melted, and white smoke like a steel furnace chimney rushed into the night sky.

Avenie was shocked, could it be that she had run into a snow hot spring?

But then the change dispelled that idea, and the shaking, violent shaking caused the snow to fall from the trees, and the ground began to crack, and endless heat rushed to her face.

The ground beneath her feet suddenly left the surface, and she kept rising, and she saw that the ground had been torn apart, and the warm tents and bags were torn and collapsed, swallowed by the cracks.

Suppressing the horror in her heart, Avenie clenched the sword in her hand, wisps of light flowing over the intricate magic seal.

Soon, she felt something appear behind her, and the snow on the ground beneath her feet was shaken off, revealing the black scaly skin.

The white mist enveloped her, and even with the talent of a dwarf, she couldn't bear the high temperature brought by the white mist.

Averney swallowed and turned slowly, greeted by a bloody mouth and eyes as big as a cooling pit for iron.

A giant dragon actually slept at her feet.

"Gem, dwarf, I hope you're not lying. ”

The deafening sound caused Averney to cover her ears, only to feel that her eardrums were about to burst, but then she was stunned for a moment, the dragon's words did not belong to any language, but she could understand them.

"Yes, gems. Evernie clenched her sword and blurted out the same language.

Without having time to think about it, he took out a fist-sized, crystal clear gem from his pocket.

"It's a gift for you. ”

"You dwarves are all so slammering, saying, 'What did you come to the Far South for?'

The dragon seemed to be extraordinarily talkative, beyond Evernie's expectations.

"Come and ask for help, and come to help you, the end of the world is coming, and you need to contribute. ”

"What a hypocritical statement, the end has already come once, and what almost destroyed it is you humans, orcs, dwarves, and dragon elders can see through the eyes of the beginning of creation, and nothing can threaten the dragon clan. ”

The dragon's haughty eyes fell on Evnie's body, and the hideous face showed a human mockery, and the huge dragon head was close to her, and the terrifying heat emanated from her mouth.

Avni's legs were shaking, and anyone who faced such a huge creature would not stand in the palm of her hand that could crush herself.

She slowly threw the gem into the dragon's mouth, held the sword in both hands, and said word by word:

"But you are still alive in this world, the world is gone, can the dragon clan be compared to the gods, wandering in the endless void?"

The dragon curled up the gem with his tongue in satisfaction, and then was stunned: "What evidence do you have?"

"I need to see your elders. ”

Avernie suppressed the panic in her heart, staring at the dragon, and the heavens and the earth seemed to freeze, only the cold wind whirring and the heat from the dragon's mouth.

A man and a dragon stared at it for a long time, and finally the wings that covered the sky and the sun were raised, and the wind and snow were fanned.

"Follow me...... You're going to be shredded. ”

It was as if the boundless figure flew up into the air, carrying Evernie towards the more difficult places.

"Why do you sleep here? Don't dragons like caves?"

"I'm a fiery dragon, and I don't have dragon power in the extreme south. ”

“......”