"Roar!" Just when Dorn thought he was dead, a beastly roar suddenly came, and the barbarian leader actually stopped his movements when he heard this loud roar, his face frightened, and his hands trembled.

The few surviving barbarians were even more unbearable, and they directly knelt on the ground and buried their heads in the snow.

In the face of the hunters' swords, he did not resist at all, and he was slaughtered like this.

"Knock!" "Knock!" "Knock!" Heavy footsteps came, and before I could see the figure of the owner of the voice, I could feel the earth trembling slightly, and the sound of drumming footsteps.

"Mo ...... Morado ...... "Unexpectedly, at this time, the leader of the barbarians actually gave up killing Dorn, spit out a few syllables tremblingly, threw the black iron broadsword in his hand and stumbled into the distance.

"Morado?" said Dorn in a strange voice, his nerves suddenly loosening as the barbarian leader left, and exhaustion struck him.

His nerves had been tense before, and his attention had been on the barbarian leader, but now the sharp pain from the wound almost made him faint as soon as he relaxed.

He really wanted to fall into the snow and get some rest now, but he couldn't, he had to leave with the others at once, because something more terrifying was coming towards them.

"So...... Someone got on the sled, and we ...... Get out of here now!" Dorne shouted as hard as he could, the pain in his abdomen causing him to gasp a few more times.

His shout made the hunters who were in a daze wake up from a dream, and now they are entangled in what this roar came out of and what to do, and it is important to flee for their lives.

"Leave them alone, it's too late. "One young hunter struggled to drag the victim onto the sleigh, and another, slightly older hunter tearfully reached out to stop him, and it was too late.

"They...... They ......" The young hunter was a little silent, he had been chatting well together, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone, and he was a little difficult to accept.

"We were born in the cold wind, and we deserve to be buried in the cold wind. The elder hunter's eyes were moist, and he uttered a phrase that was popular among the people of the Northlands.

"It's too late, take the wounded and we'll leave immediately!" he immediately yelled nervously, because he had already seen a huge figure in the distance, roaring and galloping.

Just looking at this vague shadow, you can guess that its body is no less than ten meters tall.

"Quick, go back the way you came. When the hunters received Dorne, they ran on the sleigh, and the sled dogs were so frightened that they wished they could have more legs.

"What the hell is this, Dorne?" asked a hunter nervously tending to Dorne's wounds, he had never heard of such a terrifying monster on the Northland Ice Fields.

"The barbarian leader called it 'Morado', and I don't know where this monster came from. Dorne gasped and replied weakly.

In the legend of the Northland, there are not no monsters with a height of more than ten meters, such as Rockefir, the giant bear of the Child of Nature, and Babbitt, the first falcon to soar in the sky of the Northland, the pet of the God of Winter.

They are all behemoths with a height of more than ten meters, but they have never heard of such a giant beast living in the hinterland of the ice field.

In the past, hunters in the Northland hunted on the outskirts of the ice fields and never went deep into the hinterland, maybe this is the reason why no one has ever discovered it?

Perhaps the explorers and regular armies of the kingdom who poured into the ice fields many years ago were buried at the hands of this behemoth.

Thinking of this, Dorne shuddered in his heart, there was no shortage of strong people at the level of knights and knights in that group of people back then, but none of them could go back alive, could it be ......

"Boom!"

A loud sound came, and the giant beast actually jumped up, crossing a distance of more than ten meters in the stunned eyes of everyone.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", the giant beast jumped and landed with a loud sound, like a sledgehammer hitting everyone's hearts.

Finally, the hunters finally saw the appearance of the giant beast!

The body is more than ten meters tall, covered with white hair, just like an ape that has been magnified countless times.

Now it was baring its fangs, and its eyes were fierce and greedy looking at the sled team as if it were looking at delicious food.

"Can't escape!" said a hunter as he looked at the approaching beast in a cold sweat.

......No one responded to him, but everyone's eyes were filled with fear and despair.

"Dorne!" Suddenly, the four sleds at the back suddenly stopped, and more than twenty people walked down from them, one of them, the bearded uncle, shouting at Dorne.

"Remember to help us get revenge. ”

He showed a smile to everyone, but everyone could feel the bitterness and attachment in the smile.

It was absolutely impossible for them to defeat the beast themselves, but they were going to feed the beast with their bodies, trying to stop the beast in its tracks.

Even if it's just for a short while.

While that doesn't take Dorne out of danger, they still have to try.

"No!" Dorn yelled angrily, struggling to get up and get off the sleigh, but was held back by the crowd, and if they had stopped at this time, they would have lost so many friends in vain.

Moore was the playmate he grew up with, getting into trouble together, fighting together, hunting together, growing up together, and now his old brother was going one step ahead of him, and no one knew the grief in Dorne's heart at the moment.

"You're coming back for me...... You bastard......"

Dorne burst into tears, and kept shouting for them to come back, his voice growing hoarse and his heart aching, and his old brother was about to die in the mouth of the beast, just so that he could escape.

"Quick, help me persuade them to come back......!"

Then he looked at the crowd with longing and pleaded, but no one dared to touch his gaze.

They were also staring at the giant beast in the distance with eyes full of hatred, and their eyes were burning with rage!

"Moore......" He saw that the giant beast was already close to Moore and them, and knew that everything was irreparable, so he could only look at them with a blank gaze.

I hope to see them one last time and keep the figures of these people firmly in my heart.

The speeding beast stopped, staring at the twenty or so ants in front of it with a cruel gaze, as for those who were fleeing in the distance, they could not have escaped from their own hands on the ice field.

It loves to play games, and hunting games like this one are its favorite.

"Roar!" "Roar!"

Looking at the huge figure in front of them, these Northland hunters felt their own insignificance and helplessness, but they still ripped off their clothes, slapped their chests, and let out a mighty roar.

They are inspiring courage for themselves, even if they die in battle!

"Knock!" "Knock!"

"Roar!!"

The giant beast Morado seemed to feel that his majesty was being provoked by ants, and his hands slapped his chest, letting out an earth-shattering roar.

The hunters right in front of it felt like their ears were about to burst.

Morado raised his massive palm and landed it like a bulldozer from the hunter's side.

"Dorne, old brother, goodbye. ”

Moore whispered at the end.

"Boom!"

A cloud of snow mixed with stumps and severed arms rose into the sky, and the hearts of Dorn and the others seemed to be dripping blood.

Dorn silently raised the Centaur longbow, and though they were too far away for even the most elite marksman to miss, he stubbornly bent his bow and arrow, and the blue light in his eyes reappeared, flashing wildly.

He felt like he could see more clearly than before.

As the beast roared there, celebrating the killing of the ants that had provoked him, Dorne let go of the bowstring in his hand.

He fell limply, and the arrow seemed to drain all his strength.

"Whew!" a loud roar rang out, mixed with pain and anger.

Dorne's arrow struck it in the left eye, and although the force of the arrow was small, it was enough damage for the fragile eyeball to blind it.

Morado stared at the sledders with his only remaining eye, and they were the only ones in the vicinity who would attack him.

"Whew!" let out an angry, murderous roar as Modora chased after the sled team.

But at this moment, a streamer flickered, and a huge ice-blue body suddenly appeared, letting out an angry roar!