Stepping on the snow on the ground, there was a constant "click" sound, and from time to time there was the cry of a riding beast. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The mist that erupts from the mouth and nose proves how cold the weather is at this time.

This kind of cold weather, even those strong riding beasts, a little unbearable.

Driven by the caravan members who rode the beasts, the beasts walked slowly, looking listless.

The bodies of these riding beasts were covered with rising mist and frost from sweat.

In order to prevent the beasts from being frozen, the caravan members draped their skins over the beasts to help them withstand the cold.

After all, along the way, it is all dependent on these beasts and camels to transport goods, so there must be no mistakes!

The two caravans continued to move forward on the road, and many of the caravan members were also wrapped in a mess of cold items.

Although the monk's physique far surpassed that of ordinary people, he could not withstand the continuous invasion of severe cold.

Last night's night of wind and snow had tormented these monks miserably, and they hadn't eased up until now.

Among the two caravans on the way, there was a Terran caravan, which was very eye-catching.

There were about 700 members of this Terran caravan, and with a look of wind and dust on their faces, it was obvious that they had already traveled a long way before.

Heavy snowfall without warning caught the members of this caravan off guard.

In their area, he had never seen such a heavy snowfall, and many of them were even wearing single clothes.

In this cold weather, their single clothes hardly have any effect on the cold.

Fortunately, along the way, they also hunted a lot of monsters, and those fine furs were left behind, which came in handy at this time.

Putting the skins on the body and then tying them tightly with straw ropes may look nondescript, but they can also protect against some of the cold.

At this time, there was a fat man in the caravan, which was particularly eye-catching.

This fat man is extremely strong and fat.

The fat man with thick legs and thick arms was wrapped in seven or eight animal skins on his body, and he wrapped himself tightly from top to bottom.

As if he was afraid that he would freeze, even on his head, he was wearing a simple animal skin tube, which was used as a fur hat to protect him from the cold.

Walking on the snow-covered road, this fat man is like a moving round ball, which is particularly eye-catching in the caravan!

The members of the alien caravan on the side cast their eyes from time to time, and they all had expressions on their faces that could not hold back their smiles.

After all, this fat man's shape looks really funny!

Those mocking glances can't escape the fat man's perception at all.

It's just that the fat man didn't pay attention to the eyes of these guys at all, and he always looked like he was going his own way.

At this time, he was looking at the middle-aged monk beside him with a smug expression, and the corners of his mouth were full of irrepressible smiles.

"Old Sun, do you want to play again, and bet on this silverhorn skin on your body?"

As he spoke, the fat man also glanced at the silver skin on the other party's body, and seemed very fond of it.

"Get out of the way for me, I'm too lazy to take care of you!"

Looking at the aura of this middle-aged man, he is a lord-level monk!

In the wilderness, this kind of lord-level monk, it can be said that no one dares to provoke easily, after all, everyone knows the power of the lord monk.

But when facing this grinning fat man, the middle-aged lord monk who was the leader of the caravan guard couldn't show his prestige at all.

When he looked at the fat man's eyes, there was still a hint of jealousy.

The middle-aged monk looked at the fat man with vigilant eyes, and subconsciously pressed the silverhorn beast skin on his body with his right hand.

This silverhorn beast skin is extremely rare, and it took a lot of effort for the middle-aged monk to kill this lord-level silverhorn beast and get this delicate beast skin on his body.

Originally, he planned to give this silverhorn skin to his daughter as a birthday present after this mission.

But he didn't want the temperature to plummet last night, so the middle-aged monk had to take it out and wrap it around his body to keep warm.

In fact, the middle-aged man still had a few good animal skins, but at this time they have all become the property of the fat man next to him!

This bastard guy won all the animal skins of the caravan guard, and now he has come to pay attention to this silverhorn animal skin, he is really insatiable!

The middle-aged monk decided not to deal with this guy until he arrived in the Holy Dragon City.

Looking at the middle-aged monk with his mouth closed and his eyes looking directly at the sky, the fat man laughed, turned around and climbed onto a car pulled by a beast.

On this car, there are piles of all kinds of animal skins!

After the fat man climbed up, he lay down comfortably in the pile of animal skins, with a smug expression on his face.

After seeing the fat man's expression of enjoyment, several caravan guards in the caravan, who were thinly dressed and shivering from the cold wind, had expressions of disdain and jealousy on their faces.

In the entire caravan, these few people did not have animal skins to protect them from the cold, obviously there was a reason!

It turned out that a few days ago, several guards couldn't resist the temptation of the fat man, so they made a few "small" bets with the fat man.

The guards in these caravans traveled from south to north, and when they were lonely and bored, they would often play a few games, all of them were from this way.

For their gambling skills, the caravan guards are quite confident.

With the cooperation of several people, it is easy to win a fat man who doesn't know where to come.

So around the campfire in the rest camp, a few people played happily.

Seeing that someone was opening a bet, the merchants and guards in the caravan also came together with great interest to play a few games.

But no one expected that this fat man turned out to be a master, and he won everyone's brains clean without playing a few games.

After the brain beads were lost, several guards put together the precious furs they had obtained along the way.

These furs are all good goods that these caravan guards hunted on the way, and when they are brought to the market, they can also be sold for a good price.

In order to win back the lost brainballs, these caravan guards also bet on the last old Ben.

It's just that these furs are the common property of the caravan guards, and they have to take great risks to do so.

It's okay to win, but if you lose, you're bound to be punished!

Several people were also in a hurry, so they made this decision.

Who would have thought that this fat man's luck was amazing, and the caravan members' caravan fur eventually became the fat man's trophy.

Several members of the caravan looked reluctant and began to wonder how to get back what they had lost.

This fat man joined the caravan halfway, and he has always been alone, and he should be a wild cultivator with no foundation.

Maybe after scaring him, this guy will be able to spit out the winning brainballs.

After several caravan guards made up their minds, they took advantage of the darkness of the night to get into the fat man's tent.

What happened during this time, no one knows.

It's just that the next day, these guards all became blue and swollen, and when they looked at the fat man, their eyes were full of jealousy, and their faces were full of flattering smiles.

can make a group of fourth- and fifth-level monks so embarrassed, this fat man is obviously not a simple character!

When the commander of the caravan's guards, that is, the middle-aged lord-level monk, learned of this, he personally came to the door to ask the fat man for it.

What is surprising is that even if this lord-level monk went out in person, he did not get back this cart of animal skins!

When the lord monk returned, he just grimace and said, "I am willing to lose the bet," and the matter was settled.

Traveling south and north all the year round, no one in this caravan is a fool, so everyone is very tacitly agreed not to mention this matter.

However, as a punishment, the caravan guards who mortgaged the animal skins were not only deducted from their salaries for a year, but also had no share of the animal skins to withstand the cold!

After this incident, although there were often gambling games in the caravan, no one gambled against the fat man, which also made the fat man who was addicted to gambling very depressed.

"Alas...... If I knew this, I shouldn't have made a thousand in the first place, so I could play for a while longer! ”

The fat man lying in the pile of hides had a depressed face.

He only hopes that the caravan can reach the Holy Dragon City as soon as possible, so that he can have a good time!

His gaze inadvertently swept across the sky, looking at the runes that kept flashing in the sky, and the fat man's originally indifferent face suddenly flashed a trace of solemnity.

"Cold Moon...... Ice Charm Alien ......"

A few vague words, gently spat out from the fat man's mouth, but no one heard them.

As the caravan continued to move forward, the outer city wall that had just been built in the Holy Dragon City finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

(The role of the fat man, provided by book friend Roentgen VIII, thanks for the support!) ）