Chapter 42: Hunting in the Ice Field (Part II)

The White Frost Dragon was furious.

"Come out, you coward, what is it to be sneaky, come out and face me if you have one!!" Of course, the other party did not respond at all.

The dragon wondered. There are no footprints on the snow, how the hell did the opponent approach silently and then attack suddenly? Is the opponent really a ghost? Is it the undead spirit of the adventurers he killed in the past who is taking revenge!?

"--hahahaha!" The laughter echoed across the snowfield, the wind and snow were not very heavy, and the flakes of snow did fall disturbedly, and with the ice fog that could not be swept away, but the visibility was getting lower and lower. With beautiful sapphire eyes, Shili is only a human-level white frost dragon, and can only concentrate more on searching for traces of enemies.

Another red light slashed, this time across the dragon's neck. Although the blow did little to no damage, despite the thick scale armor, it was still a shame to be hit like this under the nose.

"Damn!" the White Frost Dragon Immortal Via suppressed the anger in her heart and searched patiently. He had a long life, and he had almost infinite amounts of time. It's not a big deal to spend a whole night here. When the sun rises tomorrow and the vision improves, these incompromised invaders will surely die.

Scratch and scratch. As the White Frost Dragon pondered, he was attacked three more times. What puzzled him even more was that the attacks were coming from three different directions, and almost simultaneously. How many people are on the other side? This kind of high-speed and neat method of getting away after a blow is really rare. The biggest problem is that these guys don't leave any footprints in the snow. These guys are by no means simple.

But there's no need to be afraid. The opponent's attack was so light that it did almost no damage, and another 10,000 attacks like this would not defeat the White Frost Dragon.

However, it is really irritating. Standing still and being beaten is not the style of the White Frost Dragon Xianvia, and there is always something to be done for the sake of face.

So the dragon took a breath and exhaled the ice. He just attacked aimlessly, hoping to at least hit his opponent or drive him out of some cover.

A figure appeared in the distance. Long Daxi thought that his attack had worked, so he chased after him.

The figure vanished halfway through, mingling with the other ice sculptures and becoming unrecognizable. The dragon stopped, but stepped on the giant trap!

"Oh!" the dragon roared. Although his feet were protected by thick pieces of lin, he was basically not injured, but he was suddenly pinched, and he felt very painful psychologically.

"Damn it, you've even used such a dastardly trick!" Long scolded. But the dragon is not stupid, he knows that he will grow wise and fly immediately.

Yes, Weishenme, no, although the wind pressure caused by flapping his wings in the air would probably destroy his collection, but it doesn't care so much. The view from the air to the ground is much better, and at the same time, it can also prevent the nasty sneak attack.

The dragon's idea is wrong.

Before Centvia could fly, an arrow sneaked into his wing. The grease on the arrow began to burn when the arrow hit the wing membrane, and the spilled grease spread out, burning through a large part of his wing membrane.

The White Frost Dragon immediately lost its balance and froze for a moment. He knew something was wrong, and by the time he was about to fly higher, more flaming arrows had already landed, and they were shooting precisely at his wings. Large swaths of the wing membrane caught fire, and the dragon found that his wings could no longer support flight, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh!!!" the dragon let out a cry of pain. Tonight was a nightmare for him, with so much humiliation that even the wings were scrapped, and he couldn't regenerate them without spending hours.

"Get out! Get out!!!You cowards, despicable fellows, Shameless bastards!!" The dragon went berserk, scolding, jumping everywhere, and his tail sweeping around like a whip. Despite this, he missed nothing but breaking many ice sculptures.

"Whew!" and then he clumsily stepped on another trap, and there was a piercing pain.

He instantly understood that these were the giant traps that the Frost Giants used to hunt mammoths, and now they were being used against him!

Scratch and stroke!! several red lights flashed, and the White Frost Dragon was frequently attacked. Some of the attacks hit his old wounds, aggravating the damage. The dragon finally understood that if he kept hitting the same wound like this, he would always be put on hold!

"Don't underestimate me too much!!Bastard, die!!" the dragon roared, and then unleashed a massive ice tornado. The tornado swept everything, sweeping the surrounding icemen, possible bunkers, debris, all in one fell swoop.

"Ha, ha, ha, how's it going!There's nowhere to hide?!!" the dragon gasped.

"Nope. A voice said behind the dragon's head, "You're the one who has nowhere to escape." The dragon felt a sharp tingle. A burning sensation dominated his back, and half of his lungs were pierced by spears.

"Woo!" the dragon whispered in pain. He wasn't going to die like that, but his injured lungs caused excruciating pain with every breath.

"It's a spear made from the heart of a lava giant, and even if you're a dragon, the wound won't heal so easily. Arthur rode on the dragon's head and said, "So your ice breath won't be available for a while, right?"

When the dragon saw the knight again, it turned out that he was waiting in front of him. The knight was stepping on a floating block of ice, while the mermaid magician was using his magic to make countless ice blocks float in the air. The ice was so pure and transparent that it was almost impossible to see in the snowy night.

The dragon was astonished: the knight was able to skillfully use these stepping objects to weave through the storm without leaving half a footprint in the snow. Just judging from the knight's style, he is probably a world-shattering master.

"Finally, I have finally figured out the secret that you don't leave footprints on the snow!" the White Frost Dragon emboldened himself, "but that's the end of it! You think you can defeat me by sealing my breath?" Arthur stood there and humiliated Senvia mercilessly: "You should be ashamed of Fairy Via, Frost Dragon. You have invulnerable dragon scales, and you're an epic photonic creature with near-infinite access to a variety of powerful spells. Still, you're toyed with and applauded by a few humans. "What a big deal, you can't hurt me!" the dragon roared to cover his gaffe, thinking it would be useful.

"It's true that my Liliang can't do you effective damage, and it's just a waste of time for Lang to spend here. I can't, but someone can. The knight pulled out a fiery red scale, "Red Fire Dragon Star, come down at my call!" A red light pierced the sky. The red light passed, and with the summoning light, the red dragon descended from the sky.

"Yo, Xianvia, my good brother, it's been a long time!" "The Red Fire Dragon Star flapped its wings and landed on the ground, "Haha, I made a bet with this little imp that he could hurt you, and I would help him." It looks like you've not only been injured, but you've also been so miserable!?your wings are scorched?Hmmm, this kind of virtue!It's so funny!"Evil Star!-" The White Frost Dragon Fairy Via looked at his brother angrily, what a narrow path, fate actually let them meet here!

The White Frost Dragon bared its hideous teeth and roared, "The revenge that tore off one of my wings two thousand years ago finally has a chance to avenge it today! This time I'm going to dig out your spine and use it to suck you to death!!" "Come if you can do it!!" The Red Fire Dragon roared, spewing out gray-black smoke from its mouth, instantly merging with the white mist of this ice and snow.

The two dragons pounced on each other and began to fight.