A breeze blew across the earth, and the bare ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.

The orcs howled, but up to this point they had been able to make the right decision, and they didn't blindly run backwards from the path they had come, a vast plain, and they had taken refuge behind all the shelter they could find—rocks, trees, supplies, and even mounts.

The white dragon waved its wings, and the howling wind gushed out from under the wings, and it was still a simple wind at first, I don't know when the snowflakes were picked, it swept across the ground, and the ice visible to the naked eye covered the ground layer by layer; the wind became stronger and stronger, carrying snowflakes and ice chips, and gradually centered on the dragon, turning into a white hurricane with a radius of hundreds of meters.

The hurricane piled up ice on the ground, the livestock fell to the ground with a wail, the roar of the orcs faded, the gray skin was covered with a thick layer of frost, the shaman's fragile protective spells broke in the cold, they struggled to move their limbs and crawled towards the edge of the icy wind, but they stiffened and did not move.

The hurricane pierced through the sky and the earth, a hundred-meter-high glacier was erected out of thin air on the ground, and several twisted orc faces appeared under the ice, they were rare high-level warriors among the orcs, the weapon master Soyle's entire head and one arm were exposed, and the head hanging down was covered with a thick layer of frost.

The orc suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening roar that overpowered the howling of the wind, and he struggled to break free from the glacier, hammer in hand, and roared at the white river in the air.

Shirakawa hovered high in the air in front of him, staring silently at the old orc. The dimly lit warhammer fell limply to the ground, and the old orc fell to the ground after him, his body quickly covered in a new layer of ice and snow.

The wind that had been blowing for half an hour gradually subsided, the clear sky turned into a sea of clouds, and colorful snowflakes fell from the sky.

The white dragon descended to the top of the glacier, and after a roar. Once again, the earth was calm.

Only sporadic winds are still blowing at the newborn icebergs.

......

Siv on the hill covered her mouth wide open, her eyes widened, her heart was full of excitement and mixed emotions, she stared motionlessly at the white dragon on the iceberg, as if she had become a statue.

"Pure...... Pure white doomsday, this is the dance of doomsday!" The snow elves on the walls of Snow Swamp Town watched the incredible white orc vanguard being frozen into an iceberg, and their whole bodies trembled, they all stared at the dragon shadow on the top of the iceberg, and they were in awe and panic: "He is the pure white doomsday." ”

"Oh my God...... Carion. Even though it was a cold day, cold sweat continued to burst out of Fatalin's forehead, and the extreme horror made him unconsciously pray to the Elven Mother who had not received his prayer for a long time.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, turned his head sideways to see the equally shocked face of the patriarch of Chasarin, and quickly calculated in his heart: No, this dragon was definitely not recruited by this patriarch, and she was also surprised, so ......

Fatalin stared at the dragon, calculating in his heart.

Although the previous plan to send charcoal in the snow to win people's hearts was in vain, he was not very depressed, accidents always happen, but the accident in front of him was a little bigger.

He began to wonder what the dragon's might have been for, why it came from, and how he could use it.

He calculated repeatedly, and suddenly a chill ran in his heart - the strange dragon was lying on the glacier, its eyes swept among the snow elves, and finally landed on him, and the gaze was full of strange meaning, which seemed ill-intentioned.

What is he going to do?

Fatalin was wary, he was an elven ranger with some magical equipment on his body, and he was by no means powerless.

However, the sight of the iceberg on the snowfield made Fatalin's mind cold, and he realized that this little strength may not be able to protect himself in front of this dragon.

It's coming!

As the snow elves watched in horror, the dragon soared into the air and flew towards the walls with a single swoop.

The snow elves fled from the city wall in amazement, and they rolled and climbed, and for a moment they lost the will to resist, and Chasaline's mind was also blank.

It's coming at me, damn it!" Fatalin's eyes were bloodshot, and he turned his head to activate the teleportation scroll, but the magic that had become empty under the frenzied extraction of the white river caused his teleportation scroll to go out with only a flash of light.

A dragon claw grabbed him by the thigh and lifted him up, and Fatalin let out a series of frightened cries before being carried upside down by the strange dragon and flew away.

Chasaline watched in amazement as the formidable Alliance Commander was captured, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

......

Poof!

White River flew to the top of the hill where Seve had landed, threw the unlucky guy into the snowdrift with a flick of his claws, rolled his eyes and asked Siv, "I have seen the whole town before I went to look for you, but I have never seen this person, who is he?"

"He's, he's Lord Fatalin. Seve paused for a moment before she recovered from her sluggish state, and she looked at the embarrassed male elf on the ground, and recognized it, and her expression suddenly became strange.

"Fatalin?!" Bai He looked at this male elf strangely, he just thought that this man was wearing a stinky fart and had never seen it in the village, and he was staring at himself with a calculating look, which made Bai He a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but arrest him: "Who is Fatalin?"

"I ...... I am Fatalin, the commander of the Northland Elf Alliance. Fatalin groaned and introduced himself, he looked at Siv who appeared here, and he was also confused: "Miss Sif, you know this...... This dragon-sama?"

As soon as he asked, he felt that something was wrong, and he noticed that the dragon's gaze suddenly became fierce.

"Commander of the Northland Elf Alliance Army?!" Bai He raised his head to the sky and roared, Fatalin just wanted to escape, but he was stomped on the ground by Bai He, his weight is not what it used to be, this kick is full of weight, the face of this elf commander who can still maintain a calm expression just now suddenly twisted under the great pain, and a mouthful of blood spit out, staining the snow in front of him red.

"So you're this bullshit commander! This time you've got the big prize! You're so daring! How dare you rob me of a woman?!" the white dragon roared.

"Mr. Long, how can you talk like that......" Sifu awkwardly dragged the white dragon's tail and shook it gently, what is the meaning of 'robbing a woman', there is something wrong with this.

Fatalin's eyes straightened, and he shouted, "Spare your life, poof!"

The white dragon exerted another burst of force, and Fatalin spat out another mouthful of old blood.

Fatalin's heart was full of panic, and he suddenly remembered that this Miss Sif had been snatched by a white dragon two years ago.

After Sif's return, due to Chasaline's deliberate seclusion, the passage is described as Sif escaping from the White Dragon and being abducted and sold to a nobleman by a slave trader, and Fatalin believed it at the time - dragons are generally lazy and ruthless creatures, and usually do not continue to have anything to do with escaped captives. Sif's safe return has also made it somewhat pointless to pursue this history, and now Fatalin has found that thinking could not be more wrong.

The relationship between Seve and the dragon is clearly problematic! and not in general!

Fatalin panicked, he was under the dragon's claws at the moment, at this time, even if he had tens of millions of troops, he couldn't save the near fire, and even if he came, he might not be able to save him under the claws of this terrifying white dragon.

Bailong is very happy, this guy who wants to green him has fallen into his hands, isn't it his style to play him as SB?

Without saying a word, he stripped the Fatalin naked—it was necessary, and God knows where the magic props were hidden in such people.

Shirakawa hung the male elf upside down from a crooked-necked tree and began to figure out how to concoct it.

"Spare your life!" A cold wind blew, Fatalin snorted, desperately begging for mercy, at this moment all the great ideals became unattainable dreams, he knew that as long as he died here, there would be nothing, and dignity became the most useless thing here: "Miss Siff, hurry! please! please let him spare me!"

Sifu was a little soft-hearted, although she didn't like this Fatalin, but it was not to the point of hatred, she shook the tip of the white dragon's tail, and pleaded softly in her voice: "Mr. Long, can you just let him go, he didn't hurt me anything after all......"

"But he hurt my fragile heart, no, this guy must die, it's useless for you to beg me. The white dragon rolled his eyes and said.

"Woo~" Siv looked like she wanted to cry: "That, that...... Mr. Long, if you get angry, forget it, don't kill him, okay. ”

"Okay, well, this little request can still be met. "The white dragon laughed, isn't there less tricks than death?

Fatalin was not relieved by this 'good news', but felt a chill in his heart, he watched the white dragon around him and smiled, and immediately realized that this consequence could be even more terrifying.

"Miss Sif, Miss Siff, stop him! Carion is on top, stop him, don't!Woo woo~" He shouted hysterically, and soon his mouth was strangled by a rope, and he struggled violently, his eyes moving wildly.

"What's the noise?" Shirakawa turned into a human form, chanted a spell, and stretched out the ball of light in his hand to the male elf who was 'woo woo woo only'.

The male elf felt a great danger, and the tied white body arched like a shrimp, just to stay away from the blue ball of light that seemed to be full of dangerous power.

I saw Bai He with a lewd smile on his face, and asked the male elf who was covered with cold sweat after this struggle:

"Do you know this?"