That night, several guards on the tall and heavy walls of the Elwin Line wrapped their animal skin coats, cursed a few damn words in a low voice, and pulled out a wine jug from their bosoms to try to get rid of the biting cold of the three.

A muscular man with a sturdy body and a sculpture sat in the room of the fortress general, dozing off.

A bunch of brainless beasts are going to bother the Great Winter Fury against them, hmph, who would have come to a place where birds don't if it weren't for the face of that pile of golden coins.

Yes... What a nostalgia for the warm weather in the south... There is also delicious fruit wine, and the graceful dancing of the women.

Although Sarinate is a frost dragon, that doesn't stop him from enjoying the weather, and every time he returns to such a cold region, he just wants to sleep.

Just as he was thinking about it, the humanoid dragon suddenly opened its eyes, startling the Kingdom General in the room.

"Sa... Lord Sarinat, what's wrong?"

At the beginning, the Holy See gave the fortress such a master to sit in charge, and General Crick was still somewhat dissatisfied, until Sarinate beat all the dozens of soldiers who went to provoke and put them in the ward, and his attitude took a 180-degree turn.

The money-hungry old dragon retracted his feet on the table, "Let your men gather, or the fortress will be destroyed, and my reward will be in vain." ”

Sarinat valued his pile of gold more than the lives of others, and of course, he would not say anything about the shame of fear of someone's anger afterwards.

Crick's face tightened, and he suddenly said loudly, "Wright, go and wake everyone up! In five minutes I will see the line lined up under the city walls!"

"Yes!"

And on the city wall, the soldier who had taken a sip of wine and prepared to hide the wine jug looked at the distance and was stunned, then rubbed his eyes, and opened his mouth widely, "The holy light is above..."

Under the dark night sky, like a brilliant aurora, countless colored spots of light in the far north jumped and rolled.

The next moment, a blizzard is coming!

The tyrannical north wind, mixed with snow and hail, drowned the fortress without warning.

And the makeshift adventurer's camp not far behind the fortress is facing extinction at this moment!

"Damn it!, how could there be such a big blizzard?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and strengthen your tent, or you'll wait to sleep on the street." ”

"It hurts... It hurts..."

The shouting mercenary touched his head and hurriedly hid under the tree with the others, "What are you crazy about this day?"

The soldiers in the fortress hurriedly assembled in the face of bad weather, and Crick hurriedly walked to the side of Sarinat with a shield on top of his head, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the wind, and shouted, "Your Excellency Sarrinat!

Sarinat glanced at Creek, "Wait, it's coming." ”

Crick followed the old dragon's gaze as he stood on the wall and looked into the distance, except for the spots of light that twisted and flipped like giant snakes, and it was pitch black.

"Wright, you take someone to inform the group of adventurers and prepare them for battle! Her Majesty didn't spend so much money for them to retire!"

As the minutes ticked by, the blizzard showed no signs of decaying.

Whether it's a soldier, an adventurer, or a Clark who has been keeping an eye on Sarinat, their patience is being worn out by time.

"Your Excellency... Now that the wind and snow are so heavy, should we let some people go first..."

Before he could say anything, an extremely loud dragon roar, mixed with an incomparably strong coercion, instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth!

With a sneer on his face, Sarinat is finally here!

The legs were as hard as a cannonball shot into the sky.

The next moment, the magic energy was stirring, and an even louder and more violent dragon chanter sounded in the sky above the Elwin defense line!

The huge body was filled with a desperate sense of oppression, and flew directly into the distance.

Creek, and the soldiers in the fortress were all dumbfounded when they saw this.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Crick would never have dreamed that that human who was too strong to be a dragon was even beside him!

After a short pause, he instantly understood the importance of the matter, not only Sarinat, but also in the far distance!

"Bring me all the ballistas! Quick! Let the archers climb the walls!"

Pulling over the adjutant beside him, Crick's face was very solemn, "You bring someone to show me every section of the city wall, by the way, put down all the ten iron fences of the doorway, be quick!"

Letting go of the adjutant, Crick looked at the darkness in the distance, and his heart suddenly hung in the air.

Before this, Her Majesty had personally told herself that what they were facing would not be an ordinary war between people, but an even more terrifying existence, magical creatures infected by magical energy!

The monsters that are immersed in killing and destruction!

Before coming here, he had obtained the details of this fortress that stretched for dozens of miles, had several sub-defenses, and could be called a huge fortress, and every section of the city wall here had been treated with the Mystic to be disgusted, and there were reinforced magic patterns drawn by Master Merlin in the mezzanine.

Creek himself is already a powerful existence that is about to touch the threshold of high-level knights, but from his experience in dealing with adventurers during this time, even with his strength, encountering some powerful magical creatures can only end up being eaten alive.

When a creature does not know pain and no longer fears death, then its danger increases exponentially.

...

Huge shadows swept across the sky.

"Winter's Wrath Sarinat, why are you here, is this your territory?"

Low, deep.

Sarinat chuckled, "Friera, I'm not here to be your enemy, if you don't want to die, take the rest of your clan with you." ”

"Oh? Sarinat, what do you seem to be afraid of?"

Larger than Sarinath, the dragon's horns are sharper, the black scales are fine and hard, and the red pupils are slightly disdainful.

"This is no longer an outland, Freira, the Divine Domain will attack here in a few days, and you'd better not let the dragons get involved. ”

The black dragon hovered in the air for a long time, let out a dragon groan, and flew towards the west.

A moment later, dozens of dragon groans sounded from a distance as if in response, and a huge figure that covered the sky flew past Saritat.

Seeing his own people leave, Sarinat also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, blessed by the Holy Light.

Although the dragon clan has always been a top-level existence, their number is still too scarce, not to mention the God Domain, and none of these old things that are still alive in the main world are easy to mess with.