The Far North Savage Lands.

On the west side, there is still a considerable distance from the 10,000-year-old iceberg, and if you want to walk to those towering icebergs, you have to step on an ice lake for hundreds of miles.

Above the glacial lake, it is covered with a thin layer of ice.

If a person steps on it, as long as he leans his body a little, it is very likely that the ice will be crushed and he will fall into an unfathomable ice cave.

In less than ten thousand moments, Candle Su didn't want to go this way.

However, if you don't take this road, you can only turn back the same way, so that it is very likely to make a good start with those patrolling tribesmen.

Or rather, wait for the third way.

The third way from the heavens, perhaps, there will be a golden dragon coming from the south, finding them and bringing them back.

Of course, Candle Su knew that this was not possible, and in the past few days, there were two giant dragons hovering over the wilderness of the far north, and they seemed to be friends and enemies with those tribesmen.

Candle Su smiled bitterly, even if it was just a tribesman, the team of dragon-slaying bow men was estimated to be ambushed on the road from the far north, waiting for Xu An's golden dragon to throw himself into the net.

This looks faintly like there is a big war, which is about to break out.

The white lion carried it on its back, and when it walked in, his face was very bad.

There are fewer and fewer beasts in the vicinity, and in the past two or three days, only one small beast has been beaten, and it was eaten yesterday.

And just now, the two tribesmen came from nowhere, and after finding the figure, they wanted to go back and report, but fortunately, the white lion was quick and killed the two tribesmen.

All kinds of signs are enough to prove that this cave cannot stay any longer, otherwise, when the tribesmen besiege it, I am afraid they will all die.

As the most loyal subordinate of the Lord's descendants, the White Lion felt the need to fight, and rushed out towards the thin ice on the surface of the lake.

"Wako." The white lion lowered his head and spat out a few words in a hoarse voice.

Candle Su's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, obviously still thinking.

The extremely mysterious secret book was clutched by him at the moment, and his palms were sweating.

Candle Su looked up, a flash of determination in her eyes.

At this moment, a low trumpet sounded outside.

It was a trombone made of horns, and the sound was extremely long.

Candle Su gritted her teeth and got up, pulled out her long sword, and grabbed it in her hand.

The white lion took off the giant axe he was carrying, his face was extremely solemn, he protected the candle su, and walked outside while probing in the direction.

Two loyal men, already armed with weapons in hand, rushed forward fearlessly, like moths to a fire at the frenzied tribesmen.

Outside the cave, more and more figures rushed towards them from a distance.

The sound of the beast bone horn became deeper and deeper.

The white lion grabbed a giant axe, like a giant shield, and knocked out the long arrows shot by many tribesmen one by one.

The other two subordinates, who had been beaten by the tribesmen with weapons and covered in blood, insisted on not taking half a step back to buy time for Candle Su.

"Wako!!" Two loyal subordinates, raising their heads and roaring.

Waco, which means in the ancient language of Chiyou, means light.

It's just that now, where is there any light to speak of, even above the sky, the originally blue sky, has been obscured all of a sudden.

The huge body of the two dragons covered the white sun with black pressure.

Candle Su looked up, and there was indescribable shock in his eyes.

The white lion held a giant axe, and after hacking to death several of the tribesmen who rushed up, he pushed the candle su forward, signaling him to walk through the thin layer of ice, only in this way, there was a chance of survival.

Candle Su's eyes were red, and he knew that if he left, what awaited the three of them would be a massacre.

"Wako!" The white lion's eyes were red, and he looked at the candle Su.

A tribesman took the opportunity to rush up, and was slashed in two by the white lion's axe, and the red blood fell on the white snow, dotted with blood-colored plum blossoms.

"Roar!!" The white lion raised his head and let out an angry roar, startling the dozen or so tribesmen who wanted to continue to rush over, and they were stunned for a moment.

The white lion protected the candle su, slowly retreated, retreating to a narrow ice road, the majestic ice peaks on both sides, extremely towering.

A few miles along the ice track, a few miles later, you will find a thin layer of the glacial lake.

The White Lion's meaning was obvious, to let Candle Su leave, and he stayed here to break off.

Of course, it is very likely that Candle Su will fall into the lake and die, but at least there is a little more life than the situation of staying here and dying.

Candle Su held the black sword, gritted his teeth, and shook his head desperately.

The white lion turned around, with red eyes and a resolute face, and then raised his hand and slapped it heavily, knocking the candle Su a hundred meters away.

The white lion smiled, his voice slightly hoarse.

Perhaps, this is the first time he has been disrespectful, and it is also the last time he has been disrespectful.

......

Many years ago, in the wilderness of the far north, the old man's camp was attacked and killed by the tribesmen, and the seven-year-old Candle Su, under the protection of the tribesmen, embarked on a long escape.

Both father and brother were killed, skinned and hung under a tree to feed the ice wolves.

Candle Su was sad, sad at the same time, but she had to shoulder the burden of the head master.

"Wako!" An incomparably strong boy, wrapped in a thin animal skin, walked up to Candle Su.

The chief of the guard introduced him to him that this was the chosen one of the clan, and that he would grow up to be a wrestler to look down on.

Since then, the white lion, who is also seven years old, has been guarding Candle Su's side.

Flee, kill, flee kill...... The days are like nightmares, and gradually they grow.

Candle Su closed his eyes, and two wipes of blood and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

"Wako." Candle Su lowered her head and shouted in a deep voice.

Then he jumped up and stepped towards the frozen lake with no way back.

"Roar!"

Countless tribesmen, frantically rushing towards the narrow ice road, were forced back again and again by the white lions.

The giant axe on the ice and snow was already smeared with blood.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

The white lion stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of frost and snow from the ice wall next to him, and smeared it on his face with all his might, and the feeling of freezing made him sober up a lot.

The hook-nosed old man stood on a small Xiaoice peak with his hands behind his back, his eyes gloomy.

In that narrow ice tunnel, one tribesman after another was cut off by the white lion with an axe.

White snow, red blood, screams, panting.

The white lion has no good place all over his body, and the tribesmen are still rushing one after another.

A giant dragon with two wings on its back suddenly swooped down, and it was in the direction of the white lion.

The narrow ice passage obviously contained the huge size of the dragon.

"Bite him to death!" Lu Datao sneered.

Ying Long spread his wings and continued to smash the boulders on the ice path, like meteorites, and smashed them towards the white lion.

The boulders rolled down, and many of them smashed into the body of the white lion, pressing the white lion's body to be upright.

Despite this, the white lion did not take half a step back, holding the giant axe in both hands, unbowed, standing proudly in the wind and snow.

Like a bloody god of war.

Candle Su glanced back, and the whole person couldn't help but burst into tears.