In fact, the fundamental reason why Draenor decided to help was because he felt guilty for accidentally killing the other party's "pet", and in the face of such a situation, no amount of explanation would help.

But it seems that Jett and Sado are quite familiar with this snowfield, at least this can leave them with the impression of a "good Samaritan", and it is always an unquestionable truth that multiple friends and multiple paths are always true.

At least, that's what Draenor felt twenty minutes ago.

Jett has been talking endlessly since she pulled out her thin sword, and if there is anything that can be interesting to people, forget it, but she just keeps expressing her pompous words of thanks to everyone from beginning to end, and a sentence or two can make people feel a little comforting, but from the third sentence onwards, it has become annoying nonsense.

"I really can't imagine that I can meet a soulmate in the vast snowfield, just like the warm sun that suddenly falls in winter, melting the long-frozen lake in my heart......"

Jett stood at the side and waved his arms, expressing his inner feelings to Draenor, and he was about to find some instrument to sing a song.

Everyone except her remained silent, especially the halfling Sado who carried the "oil painting master" on his back, like a tame mule, who had never heard a word of complaint from beginning to end, and must have been accustomed to having such a verbose wife by his side every day.

Draenor had no choice but to shove a hard pie into Jett's hand as he walked, hoping to take the opportunity to gag her mouth a little. It's a bit helpless, when he left Flaktu, Draenor thought that he would never meet a broken mouth like Grori again, but it is undeniable that this time he met a "broken mouth woman" in the real sense.

After less than five minutes, Viklico finally seized the opportunity to change the subject, she stepped forward and patted Jett on the shoulder and asked, "According to what you said before, any legendary oil painting can be used as proof that you are a warrior, so why not step on your pet's corpse and make a few oil paintings?" ”

"It's an oil painting, not a daguerreotype! If the painting is a dead cave bear, who can guarantee that you killed it with your own hands, rather than just finding some props or corpses to put together? ”

Jett suddenly raised his voice and danced excitedly. It seems that Viklico's questions seem to have sparked her self-esteem as an artist.

It's more practical to have a daguerreotype photo, right? Who would ask someone to wave a brush and draw in an emergency when they encounter a wild beast! Draenor was speechless at Jett's logic, he always felt that there was some incomprehensible contradiction in it, and that the pursuit of authenticity and the artistry of the work itself must be too demanding.

"And where are you taking us now? Aren't you afraid of getting lost when you wander around like this? Draenor asked Jett as he looked back at the route that had been firmly covered by the trees.

"Rest assured, we have lived here for more than ten years, and it is like walking from the bedroom to the toilet. We need to find Baal's girlfriend, who hooked up with a she-bear some time ago, and that guy lives in a cave near here. ”

Vekily had already left the red finch in the camp beforehand, and when he saw Jett so confident, Drano simply didn't ask any more questions, since he had promised the other party to leave a wonderful picture, he could only finish the job head-on.

"Looks like you're from Wendya, right? I heard a friend of mine say that you should have some power to control nature, don't you? Finding any beast to kill is not over, and it will be too troublesome to go to such great lengths to deceive......" Vicheri walked behind and scratched her head, puzzled.

“…… Not all Celestials have access to divinity, and there are occasional exceptions where they don't have any abilities. Just like me, I've been frail and sickly since birth, and it's good to be able to live until now, and divinity or something is simply a delusion of luxury. ”

It seems that Jett is indeed just a powerless girl of the Celestial Spirit Clan, but she doesn't seem to feel inferior to this, no matter what, as long as her mouth can still speak and her hands can write, she will rely on this little power to carve her own legend. What's more, who is sure that having divinity will be a good thing......

Draenor was silent, reaching out and stroking the fragments embedded in his chest, the White Refining Fire, the Soul Stone, all of which did bring him unimaginable power, but it was precisely because of this that he had to embark on this strange and dangerous journey.

After a while, his mind was immediately pulled back to reality, and he only wanted to focus on the present, but there happened to be a question that made him extremely curious: Jett looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was quite sweet, why did he choose to marry a halfling?

"Forget about the past, it turns out that I have found a way to live for me, and with your help, I believe it won't be long before we can settle together in Nagseus. As a foreigner from afar, you will definitely be welcomed by the locals, so don't steal my limelight when the time comes! ”

Jett's joke eased the oppressive atmosphere a little, and Draenor simply put aside the doubts in his mind, after all, it would be too rude to ask about personal matters when they first met.

The group continued on, walking for less than ten minutes before they stopped at the foot of a mountain.

Halfling Sado expertly unloaded the parts behind his back and reassembled them into the shape of a cannon, while the massive camera was pointed at a three-meter-high cave beneath the mountain.

"This is it, where Barr's girlfriend lives." Jett casually kicked away the snow at his feet, drew his thin sword at his waist and gestured left and right, "Like this...... Or is it better that way? ”

"You're starting to get ready to pose? Explain what we should do beforehand! This time, even Draenor could not hold his breath, and he pointed to the bottomless cave and said to the bard.

"It's very simple, you find a way to lure that guy out, and the moment it is about to hit me, the 'oil painting master' will record this scene, and the rest of the work is to keep me safe." A confident smile appeared on Jett's face, and he seemed to be completely immersed in the self-absorption of "romanticism".

Before she knew it, Jeanne had leaned down towards the cave, and after a moment of careful observation, she carved a triangular pattern with her dagger into the stone near the entrance of the cave.

"Mr. Delanor, the smell of the cave is strong, and that thing should be inside. There is a faint ** smell, maybe there are a few cubs, but I don't know if they have entered the hibernation period. Jeanne turned back into the crowd and explained to Draenor what was ahead.

"If it does hibernate, it's hard for us to get it out, but rushing into a cave to wake it up is tantamount to sending it to death." Draenor groped his chin in thought.

"Ah, don't worry, it's just winter, and there are very few animals roaming the forest, and I can guarantee that the bear can't take the cubs to hibernate with a hungry stomach!" Jett patted his chest and swore an oath.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a terrible murmur from the cave, and as the earth trembled, a cold snow mist fell from the surrounding pine trees. Draenor quickly got into shape and leaned over to look at the hole.

It was a huge beast, its muscles and fat trembling with its light brown fur as its limbs moved, its vast body almost filling the entire cave, and its large mouth was half-hidden, spewing out puffs of steam in the direction where the group was standing.

Draenor drew his short sword, flipped the hilt and held it tightly, "I was going out to hunt, but I'm going to be busy now." ”