Solam said just do it, directly naked, carrying the axe, spitting two mouthfuls at the palms of his hands, lifting the axe to the neck of the snow dragon is a heavy split. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is a tradition for many hunters to keep the head of their prey, especially this very rare game. This snow dragon is also too big, and it is impossible for Solam to take everything away, only some parts of higher value.

"Phew. Nima, it's really hard. ”

Solam's first heavy split, he didn't cut into it much at all, and he was blocked by the hard shin bones of the snow dragon, it seems that Solam is busy, but he also found that he doesn't have to rush much, because he found that when he used the thunder and lightning spell to kill this snow dragon, the powerful electric current through the blade spear directly roasted the snow dragon from the inside, naturally there was no blood flowing out, and the smell of blood was much lighter, plus it was snowing again, basically no beasts would be attracted to it, This gave Solam plenty of time to deal with the dragon.

The most precious part of the snow dragon is, of course, its snow-white smooth fur, which is both beautiful and tough, and has good spell resistance, and this snow dragon is the most traumatized, it is the 2 wings, most of the fur on the body is still very intact, followed by the head of the snow dragon, this thing is the strongest part of the snow dragon, even if it was hit hard by Soram with Thor's hammer, but there is still no crack, but although its skull is very hard, but the brain in the skull is not very resistant to beating, Those who were hit by those two heavy blows are estimated to have a severe concussion at the lightest, or how to say that heavy weapons like war hammers and tomahawks are vicious, even if you block the attack, but the impact caused by heavy weapons really can't be stopped.

But the most precious thing about the snow dragon's head is not its hardness, but the fact that the snow dragon's skull is quite light. In fact, the snow dragon's whole body bones are very light, and the snow dragon bones have good magical defense, so the snow dragon dragon bones are an excellent material for making shields, but in Avalon, not many people like to use shields, so the craftsmanship of making shields is really good, at most it is to tie two leather cords and use them, but Solam doesn't care about this, some are good to use, and he is picky about something.

Soram is very different from other orcs, he has no objection to using shields and other armor, and it is obvious that using shields can better protect himself in battle, so why not use them. He's not like other orcs who are proud of their scars, and it's not good to be white.

Soram was busy, time passed quickly, it took almost 3 hours for Soram to dismember the snow dragon, Soram packed the head and fur and put it away, other things are actually worthless, there are too many other bones, too lazy to take them away. As for flesh and blood, it doesn't make much sense, although the flesh of the snow dragon is not poisonous, but ordinary people will have diarrhea when they eat it, and only some beasts are interested.

Some of the internal organs were edible, but Solam was not interested, so they were all thrown to Frostfang, and in the wild, the internal organs of the prey were good things, an important source of salt, so Frostfang happily ate all the heart and liver. As for those stomachs and stuff, they were all thrown away by Solam, and they were too dirty, not that Soram had any bad feelings about eating organs, but just a call to get the stomach and intestines cooked, and casually cooked the dirty things in it......

If you let Frostfang eat this kind of thing, you might get diarrhea, and although Frostfang is an adult, she still likes to lick her big tongue on Solam's face, and if it finishes eating all that messy stuff, it will lick Soram's face... That picture, thinking about Soram, can't stand it.

Just as Soram was almost packing his things, he suddenly heard the old hair groan.

"Uh...... Where am I? ”

Soram saw that the old man woke up, and immediately ran over to help the old man up, although he was a pig teammate, but Soram still felt that there should be a minimum of respect for the old man.

"Uh...... Don't you remember what happened just now, old man? Soram wondered if the old man was confused.

"Just ...... That's right...... Just ...... with that monster" The old man's eyes gradually regained their clarity, and he remembered the battle that had just taken place.

"Hehe, that snow dragon has been killed by me, you are safe now, but you seem to be a human, how did a human appear in Avalon." Soram is actually very curious about the origin of the old man, humans are rarely able to step into Avalon, once the outside world knows the specific location of Avalon, there are very few people who know the specific location of Avalon, and the Avalon orcs who travel outside are basically not going to talk about their hometown to others, unless it is a person who absolutely trusts, it is possible to have the opportunity to know some information, just like Soram's cheap father in this life, is to drag a comrade-in-arms who is a friend of life and death, and send Soram, who is still a baby, back to Avalon.

"The battle is over? Hey...... I have been fighting birds all my life, but today I was pecked by geese. "It was clear that the old man was ashamed of his slack in battle.

"Young man, don't tell me how I got to Avalon, how did you get to Avalon." The old man was obviously still wary of Solam, and was not prepared to explain the reason to Solam, but asked about Soram.

"Uh...... What do you call it, old man, I grew up in Avalon, what do you call how I came to Avalon? ”

"It can't be...... You're obviously a human, how could an Avalon orc adopt a human. ”

"Ahem....... I'm a half-blood, not really human. "No wonder many people in Avalon say that Solam looks like a human, not like an orc at all. As for the fact that he is a half-blood orc, Soram thinks that there is nothing he can't say, he doesn't think there is anything to be ashamed of, and he didn't choose it himself, it was made up by his cheap daddy.

"Half-blood??? I've seen orcs, and you don't look like them. "The old man used to do the work of catching slaves, how could he not know about the orcs? But the young man in front of him obviously looked like a human, and the orcs were much rougher than humans.

"This ...... I'm not like other orcs, I'm a hybrid of an orc and an elf. ”

"Beast Elves??? Old man, it's the first time I've seen a living beast elf. As he spoke, the old man looked at Soram carefully with blazing eyes, and was not a little sure until he saw Soram's somewhat pointed ears.

"Holy! Could it be that I'm still a rare breed? The old man's words frightened Solam, he always thought that there would be beast elves with the same background as him in the outside world, and it can be heard from the old man's words, feelings, the outside world is the same as himself is a hybrid of orcs and elves, it is very, very rare.

"Rare breeds...... Hehe, really. When the old man heard this, he chuckled a few times, isn't it, if the old man is still doing that business, this kind of rare orc elf hybrid, can really be sold for a lot of money, without him, because of the rarity, there will definitely be many boring nobles who will pay a lot of money to buy this kind of beast elf that may not produce one in a hundred years.

If Solam knew what the old man was thinking at this time, it was estimated that he would immediately use Thor's hammer to give this old man a re-education from the poor middle peasants.

"What do you mean by the old age, there are very few people like me out there? Why? "In Avalon, there are very few people who tell Soram about other backgrounds, for fear that he will be hit after knowing his background, but it is obvious that this group of usually rough orcs have fed the dogs with rare care, and we Soram don't care about this at all, just pure curiosity.

"Don't you know that orcs and elves are mortal enemies?" The old man looked at the strange beast elf strangely.

"I know, but aren't they all old calendars?" Solam has always lived in Avalon, and the Avalon orcs are perhaps the least hostile to the elves.

"That's a long story...... Also, you're a young man, and you're going to look at the old man, a bad old man, sitting in the snow all the time. ”

Solam's face was indeed not good when he saw it, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, so it was indeed not a problem for an old man to stay in this wilderness.

"Alright, you wait, I'll pack those things and take you to my camp."

As he spoke, he immediately packed the snow dragon's fur and head with a leather rope, and then let the frostfang carry the old man. At first, Frostfang was reluctant, knowing that the wolf is very loyal, and generally won't let anyone else ride, unless it's the owner's family, but Soram used the "communication" ability to communicate with Frostfang for a good time, and then coaxed Frostfang, Soram helped the old man to Frostfang's back, dragged the trophy himself, and walked towards the camp together.

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After a short time, Solam and the others returned to their previous camp, and Solam quickly lit the bonfire and prepared a pot of hot soup for the old man, who looked much better after a while of roasting the fire.

"Old man, how did you come to Avalon, I know, the outside world doesn't know how to find Avalon, even if you find the way, you can't enter Avalon without the permission of the Heroic Spirit."

Soram saw that the old man's complexion was much better, so he continued to ask the old man.

The old man looked at Solam, thought about it for a while, and felt that after getting along just now, the old man felt that this young man should not be a bad person, although he had been betrayed by his cronies, but the old man still had some confidence in his eyesight, after all, such a young man, how big a city can be. Besides, he has already entered Avalon, and if he wants to find his old friend, he also needs the help of this local in front of him.

"My name is Arlando Schindler, I'm from Canlos, I'm here to find an old friend, we had a team adventure together a long time ago, then we separated for some things, and now, for some reason, I have to ask this old friend for help."