At the foot of the Winter Mountain Range, more than a dozen tribes of frost giants gathered together to form a large tribe.

Around the Frost Giant's camp, there are countless enslaved frost trolls, snowmen patrolling back and forth, and the Winter Wolf is scattered in every bush, and is their most obedient domestic dog.

The pens are home to mastodon giants and frost lizards capable of carrying them on their charge.

Adult Hundred Clans Demonic Beasts are hidden in the snow-covered treetops, blending in perfectly with their surroundings.

More than a dozen white dragons were chained through their wing bones, and it was not uncommon to see frost giants punching and kicking them with sticks.

At this time, the leader of the frost giants sat on the back of an adult white dragon, holding a huge double-edged battle axe in his hand, and a double-edged axe pendant made from the wingbones of the white dragon hanging around his neck, which was the emblem of the frost giant god Thorem, and he would hold the emblem every day and pray.

"After two thousand one hundred and thirty-six days and nights of prayer, our lord finally answered his devout believers and bestowed this storm and snow that swept through the southern frontier, and the opportunity for revenge was at hand."

The Frost Giant's leader's name is Winter, he has no surname, and he claims to be the king of the Winter Mountains after him. There are more than a dozen tribes of frost giants under his command, and even the white dragons will flee in a hurry when they see him.

He was more than twelve meters tall, his complexion seemed to be the coldest and hardest frost, and his body was covered with heavy armor, and the skin exposed to the armor was a myriad of shocking scars, one of which nearly tore him in half, starting from his neck.

This guy has terrifyingly strong muscles, and his most brilliant achievement is that he killed an adult white dragon with one punch, and the horned helmet on his head is the skull of the white dragon.

Like a carved face of ice rock, his eye sockets are sunken, and his small ice blue eyes reveal a fierce gaze at any time, his shoulders, elbows, knees, and even fist gloves are equipped with sharp bone spurs polished from dragon bones, and the bloodthirsty and ferocious aura exuded from his body makes people shudder, and it only takes one look to make the white dragon tremble and make the frost giant beg for mercy.

Obviously, this is a very terrible opponent, there are countless white dragons who have died in his hands, and he even has to drink a bowl of white dragon blood every day, he is a real dragon killer.

"That red reptile burned our people, this is a declaration of war against the great frost giants, for this day, I have been planning for six years!"

Winter's fierce gaze swept over all the frost giants, and he continued, "I heard that the reptile is the owner of this forest, and there are countless dependents under his command, but ......"

"We are a great race that lives on the snowy peaks of icebergs, and those weak clans who only covet the comfort and enjoyment of the forest are nothing more than the objects of conquest and enslavement by the frost giants!" ”

"It's like this white dragon."

Winter's thick palm slammed into the neck of the white dragon beneath his buttocks, and the latter let out a whimper of pity, then quickly wagged his tail and begged for mercy.

"Under absolute power, there is only one way to beg for mercy like a dog."

He released his palm compassionately, and the white dragon opened his mouth wide and gasped.

Winter stood up, holding the emblem in one hand and the double-edged battle axe that symbolized the god of frost giants in the other.

"My lord will give us strength, giants and dragons are mortal enemies, and in sixty days and nights I will use these battle axes to cut off the head of the red dragon, tear off every one of his scales, smash every bone of him, trample his flesh into mud, and sacrifice my lord with his blood and soul."

In the hazy wind and snow, a figure holding a double-bladed giant axe suddenly appeared at this moment, and the Winter Mountains in the distance were like the hills at his feet.

The frost giants collectively knelt on the ground excitedly, shouting the name of the frost giant god Thorem and praying for the protection of the main god, which was so loud that it even caused an avalanche.

This is a mental illusion of Solem, not even a projection of will, only a creature with the blood of a frost giant can see it.

The wind and snow became more violent, whistling and making a terrible hiss, and it tended to get bigger and bigger.

The illusion of the Frost Giant God only appeared for a few seconds before slowly vanishing.

The blue eyes of the leader of the giants showed unprecedented fanaticism, and he felt that his strength had actually skyrocketed again, and it was obvious that this was the blessing of Thorem's prayer to his devout disciples.

"See, the all-powerful god of frost giants is watching us, this blizzard will continue for sixty days and nights, we must win this war and slaughter that reptile!"

"Giants and dragons, never die!"

The Frost Giants roared en masse.

"Kill that reptile!"

"Giants and dragons, never die!"

From this moment on, the meaning of war completely changed, not for revenge, but for faith.

On this day, countless ice and snow monsters, driven by the frost giants, broke into the depths of Kazarin, wreaking havoc, killing and plundering, like a plague spreading.

……

Green hills, craggy city.

The two green dragons were entrenched on the jade jade bed, listening to the report of the half-dragon descendants under their command, as the underground emperor of Kazarin, the entire forest was full of "poisonous violence" and "thirsty blood" eyeliner.

Although the two cunning extremely old green dragons temporarily lost the dominance of Kazarin because of the appearance of the red dragon, they had already known the news of the invasion of the frost giants from the moment they rushed down the Winter Mountain Range.

The Winter Mountains are located to the west of Kazarin, and the territory of the Green Dragon is to the southwest of Kazarin, and there are many borders between the two.

The two green dragons were originally prepared to defend against the strong enemy, but it turned out that the frost giant did not seem to pay attention to the meaning of the two green dragons, but drove countless ice monsters, leading the tribe straight to the red dragon's camp in the center of Kazarin.

"The Frost Giant Lord God personally sent an oracle to kill that red dragon?" Poison Storm had a playful smile on his face.

"It seems a little unrealistic, but there seems to be no reason for those intellectually inferior wildlings to invade this forest other than the oracle." Thirsty Blood analyzed, "And this heavy snow all over the southern Xinjiang is really weird, like a clarion call for that group of ice and snow monsters to charge." ”

"The power of the gods."

Poison Storm said, and then he shook his head: "Although the Ice Wild Man is menacing, that red dragon is not so easy to deal with. ”

"Nail has recently sent back the news, and that little cub seems to have fallen asleep, maybe this is a rare opportunity."

"My king, are we going to make a move?" The half-dragonborn asked, prostrate on the ground.

The two green dragons glanced at each other and let out an eerie snicker.

"There is a slang saying among fishermen living by the sea: the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins, and the biggest winner in this battlefield will belong to us."

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