The news of the mercenary union's arrival was quickly sent to Lin Ze through a psychic link, but it was a pity that the eyes of the stalking were just a little beggar who was stealing chickens and dogs and messing around everywhere, and he could accurately tell the three of Mu that how many people had come to the town was already considered to be an excellent business level, and it was really difficult for him to judge the strength of the person who came.

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The waters of the Pantanal are still white ice, the lush mountains and forests are still silent under the heavy snow in the middle of winter, the temperature has been terrifyingly low, Lin Ze even drained the water in the cave in order to keep warm, and a large amount of wood is hoarded in the small rock cave, providing fuel for the fire of the stone fireplace.

The topography of the Pantanal is flat, the waters are vast, and the whole is slightly sloping to the south, and the forest grows over a period of time, and the low aquatic plants of the Pantanal cannot provide hiding unless it is close to the core wooded area of the dragon's nest. However, Lin Ze was also reluctant to arrange four digging pits in the core area, so this place was first excluded by him.

The swamp controlled by the Pastan Church, the god of war?

No, no, no, if you really go there, you might not need the mercenary guild's dragon slayer warriors themselves to burp smoothly.

Thinking of the group of perverted animals, Lin Ze shivered fiercely, flapped his wings in the cold wind and climbed some distance, and finally set his destination in a valley behind a cut off ridge.

The valley, with another stream passing through, is close to the water source, and the predatory circle can be extended to the entire mountain forest on the other side of the valley, and it is completely in the leeward direction of the winter wind, if it were not for the habits of the black dragon that are more suitable for the Pantanal, Lin Ze is considering whether to use this place as his new lair.

In fact, according to the biological age of a dragon, the most important thing a young dragon should do when it encounters such a thing is to run, hibernate, grow, and then grow to the point where it is enough to push sideways and settle these bad debts.

As an immortal species, this is a unique advantage, even if he has no dreams, as long as he can live forever, sooner or later he can become a behemoth with a challenge level of 15 or above, if you want a talented salted fish dragon like Lin Ze to be diligent, when he reaches adulthood, or when he is in the prime of life, the challenge level is at least about 20, this level of dragons, there are very few worldly forces that dare to offend, as for the old dragon or the ancient dragon, the young dragon thing because of the dirty things The enemy who has a grudge must also be able to live to that period。

However, Lin Ze prides himself on being a dragon with ideals and pursuits, and he finally managed to win a little field, if he was made to run away by a businessman like this, how faceless it would be.

When the Linze brand Longli excavator was in full swing, the group in Iron Hoof Town also began to act on their own. On the tenth day after the temperature had warmed up, the group set off again and began to trek towards the dragon's lair following in the footsteps of the hunters into the mountain.

"Archie, are you interested in going out with me this time?" The campfire crackled, and Vincent, who was on vigil, casually chatted with Archer on the side while wiping his long sword.

"I've had a good time in Ironhoof. Archer added a handful of firewood, and a faint fragrance rose from the fire with the air current, "And there's something I need to do here." ”

"Ironhoof, no, Roca County is too small, haven't you thought about going out and breaking into it while you're young? Maybe Lady Luck willingly, you can even earn a fief for your descendants to create a new nobleman. ”

"And then do the same as those guys, corrupt and corrupt?" Archer said sarcastically.

In Vincent's opinion, Archim, a mountain hunter who has never been in contact with any cultivation, can be comparable to ordinary second- or third-level warriors in terms of physical strength and skills, which is definitely a talent in this royal capital, and if he can be systematically cultivated, Archim will definitely have a good achievement in the future.

But he didn't expect Archer to have such a big opinion on the aristocracy, so Vincent had to smile awkwardly and stop the topic. What a nobleman is like, he naturally knows that as a great nobleman of the royal capital, he is no different from those people before joining the Harpists Alliance.

Archer glanced at the clear sky and estimated the time without a trace, "Alright, Lord Vincent, it's not too early, it's time to change the vigil, could you please call Mr. Schulte?"

"No, I'm already awake. As soon as Archer finished speaking, the handsome-faced Elven Ranger Heult had already stepped out of the tent, "Vincent, go and rest, this is already close to the dragon's lair, you need to rest now." ”

Vincent smiled at Archim, "Archie, let's go, you go and rest, the black dragon won't come out in this weather." ”

"Really?"

Heult nodded around the campfire and affirmed, "The black dragon prefers warm waters, the winters here are too cold, and if there is a black dragon living here, the smell of this valley is not what it is now." The elf and Vincent smiled heartily, black dragon, who doesn't know what it is, weak, disgusting, smelly, who would come to this kind of place if it weren't for the commission and the face of the orders from the superiors.

"Then I'm relieved. ”

Archer nodded and turned back to the tent, and Lin Ze, who saw this scene through the spiritual link between his dependents, also showed a reassuring expression.

Lin Ze squatted on the top of the valley like a stone waiting for the right moment, the turbulent north wind blowing from behind him blew across the valley with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, the fragrance and the smell of burning wood mixed in the wind and snow It was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, the sleeping dwarf Nan Nai couldn't help but smash his mouth and turned over, how could he smell like a good wine stolen by Uncle Graybeard?

When Lin Zedu began to guess what the dragon's hypothermia was like, the dwarf Nannai, who was sleepy, finally took over from Schult and began the vigil.

The dwarf in the valley let out a long breath of white steam, and Nannai slammed her mouth into the campfire. It's a pity, I don't know what kind of wood this is, if it can be made into wine, it would be perfect.

Lin Ze at the top of the valley also quietly touched the rock wall under the cover of night, and the natural latent ability of the bloodline successfully touched the vicinity of the camp with the cooperation of the environment.

The Ranger's trap was easily crossed, and the mage's magic trap let out a wail and squeaked to give birth to a small yellow flower in the snow.

"Phew, spicy chicken!"

The traps are like this, and it's a chicken feather.

As a fragrant fragrance spread, Lin Ze smoothly squatted behind the dwarf Nannai.

The dwarven race can tolerate physical or magical damage, is familiar with the strata, works hard, drinks well, and has a strong body with poison and anti-night vision, if it weren't for Nannai being foolishly confused by the rotting aura, Lin Ze would have been in trouble if he wanted to sneak here.

"What is it? It smells so good. Nannai flapped her nose fiercely, and the sweet scent was frantically attacking the dwarf's sanity.

"Nannai, are you stealing wine again!" Vincent, who hadn't slept for a few hours, was also pounced on by the rich scent. It was so fragrant, even more delicious than the "secret wine" he had drunk in the Church of the Goddess of Pleasure.

"Huh?

Vincent curled up in his sleeping bag for a while, listening to the dwarf Nannai gasping for breath outside, and then put on his coat and left the tent and said dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it just a pot of wine, making you stingy...... The second half of the sentence of "Dragon ......" was swallowed alive by Vincent, is this really a dragon's nest?

"Good evening, human. ”

The black dragon bared his teeth, squeezed out a hideous dragon-like smile, and opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of green poisonous mist.