After the dragon appeared, the Sword Protector Temple suddenly became very lively, and a large number of foreign warriors poured in to station here.

To the north of the Sword Guard Temple, it is bordered by Wanghai Mountain, which is the mountain range infested by dragons. In the eyes of the warriors, dragons inhabit this kind of mountain is really a bit of a loss, and they dislike that it is not high enough and dangerous enough to climb and trek through Guò to magnificently make their epic journey. When he succeeded in slaying the dragon, and scholars and poets came to visit him to write books and write poems and songs, the process of searching for the dragon seemed to be a bit monotonous and there was nothing to talk about.

But this can't be helped, Wanghai Mountain is indeed the highest mountain in Beihai. Although the height of the mountain is average, the main peak is said to be steep, and with the fact that the mountain range is extensive, there are some challenges to be made of this mountain if the requirements are lowered.

With towns such as Wanghai City and Traveler's Town destroyed by dragons, the Temple of the Sword Protector became the only place where warriors interested in dragons could set up camp to replenish their supplies.

Although the Sword Protector Temple is not a village, there is a trade where people live, and outsiders, whether they come to slay dragons, join in the fun, or others, can trade some of the materials they want from here.

For these people who have traveled long distances to the North Sea, each of them carries a large bag in his hand. It is not uncommon to see a woman of moderate size carrying two or three special backpacks the size of a wardrobe.

When the woman bent over and her head was so crushed that she could only stare at the ground and bury her head in her walk, she would bump into someone else carrying a similar amount of supplies.

When the two of them meet each other, they will invariably throw the things on their bodies to the ground, so that they can look up at each other. After determining that they are the same kind and competitors, the two will basically exchange ideas and exchange what they are missing. This one took out several kilometers of cow tendon rope, and the other took out two barrels of kerosene. These things are all carried in the backpack, and they are all props used to kill dragons. And also the reason why they will look so much like a snail.

No one would kill a dragon empty-handed or with a sword or shield, at least most would bring enough equipment and let them find a way to throw these things at the dragon's body.

Although the warriors who had gathered at the Sword Guardian Temple were accustomed to seeing competitors with huge luggage, they were occasionally startled by the sudden appearance of visitors who behaved strangely or looked very strange.

Early in the morning, the warriors were calculating the money in their hands and preparing to hire farmers and mercenaries into the mountains. Become your own dragon slaying partner. There are some warriors who are more lacking in heart, not afraid of life, or have bad intentions, but try to form a team with other warriors of unknown origin. At present, there are about thirty warriors gathered in the Sword Guardian Temple, and this number and combat power are enough to unite and overthrow the royal family together.

Just as everyone was dividing their luggage into small bags and lobbying to find a companion, all the martial artists who had cultivated their internal organs felt the shaking of the earth under their feet from a distance, and after the shaking lasted for ten minutes, they saw a strange thing on the horizon.

The flat grassland in front of the Sword Protector Temple. The horizon curved slightly, and from there something like a palace tower was moving towards the temple.

The local residents of the temple saw this thing from a distance in the upper echelons of the abandoned temple, and they grew their mouths one by one, and soon the many warriors who were camped on the ground also saw the big guy that appeared, showing the same surprised expression.

It was a moving wooden house, a large mansion with dozens of windows, and it seemed to rumble at a speed faster than a walk.

"What the hell is this?!"

All the warriors gathered their eyes after this strange thing appeared.

The clear-eyed man knew what was going on as soon as he saw this battle, and an older martial artist with already a little gray eyebrows sighed disdainfully at the young people around him who didn't know the situation.

"What's all the fuss. It's just that some magician who doesn't leave the house has moved her workshop. ”

That's right, to be able to make such a big move. Those who make such a strange pomp and circumstance can only be magicians in this world, and martial artists don't have this ability.

"She?" some people grabbed the words and asked the well-informed white-eyed old-timers around them, "How do you know that it's a female magician?"

"Look at the paint in that room, the pink tiles. As a man, you would live in that kind of house. ”

A warrior who was lightly chopping wood with a long knife with his index finger stared at the magician's workshop with bad intentions, and encouraged the crowd around him: "I didn't expect the magician to also participate in the celebration of our warriors, aren't you going to do something?"

Dragon slaying has always been regarded as the job of a warrior, after all, the full combat power of a mage can only be brought into play in his own home, or it can be safely spent a few weeks laying a trap. Use only the magic circle you carry with you to perform simple magic. There is simply no way to let their power be brought into play.

"There's no rule that magicians can't come and kill dragons, right?" objected a female warrior with a golden fishtail. "Besides, magicians are all nobles, do you dare to be disrespectful to nobles?"

A man with an eyeball tattoo on the back of his hand immediately made fun of him when he heard this, "Yo." Did the women start a united front? I knew it was going to be like this, women were always like this, and they had to form cliques when they peed. ”

As soon as he had finished speaking, his feet were filled with daggers, throwing stones, and knives, and the women who heard him gave him a throwing weapon as a warning.

The eyeball tattooed man kicked down the blade at his foot and spread his hands. "Okay, I'll shut up. ”

The Magician's Workshop moved much faster than it looked, and soon approached the warrior camp. When they got closer, they found that there were four huge wooden wheels on both sides of the house, and many metal rollers like wine barrels were used as driving wheels under the house. The large wooden wheel seems to play only a supporting role.

"What a magnificent castle!!" a warrior shouted into the mage's workshop. In a moment, a "Thank you for the compliment" was heard from the workshop, which was amplified several times, and the voice was a young woman. Considering the age of the female magician, it is impossible to judge it simply, and no one thinks that it is a real young woman who makes this sound.

A group of young people had no reverence for the magic aristocracy at all, and ran to check the situation near the workshop, and when they touched the bumper, they were jumped on them by the locusts that came out of the cracks in the walls of the wooden house, and took several bites.

The man with the eyeball tattoo on the back of his hand laughed and gloated. "Just a few of you boys, don't be embarrassed in front of the magician's workshop, if you don't know the trick, no matter how many star martial artists can't attack. ”

"What about the Moon Rank?" asked a beautiful young martial artist.

"Just two or three, it should be about the same. Having said that, we really have a lot of moon-level guys here. Obviously, I don't usually see a single one. ”

The young man seemed very excited when he heard this, "I'm a dual-lineage moon grade. So I can tear down this house alone?"

The tattooed man with "double ......" eyeballs was frightened by the person in front of him. After calmly examining the young man carefully, he suddenly felt a strange sense of fear, and a strange feeling...... "That, little brother, you are actually a woman, right?"

The man stared at the chest of the man in front of him for a long time, convinced that there must have been many layers of straps tied there, and even then a pair of fully developed hemispheres could still be faintly seen. In addition, her voice is also quite flawed, obviously deliberately speaking in a rough voice.

This man is really worried that the stunned young man in front of him is looking for trouble with the magician here. So he explained to her that the number of people and the number of moons were different. If you really want to find trouble, go find another month-level martial artist.

The warrior dressed as a man looked at the camp that was already full nearby, "Where are there still moon-level warriors?" ”

The eyeball tattooed man didn't know who Bansel was referring to, but he still chose to point her in the right direction, at least to fool her away from his side first.

Out of personal interest, Nattie traveled from her hometown to Beihai to see what the dragon looked like. In fact, Banseer also came, and Nati returned home after her previous overseas trip. Ban Ser stayed in White Moon City, so the two of them set out from different locations to move towards the North Sea. It turned out to be knocked over two days ago.

Bansel had already teamed up with the others, and the route was a little different from Natty's own plan, so the two went their separate ways. She ran to the Sword Guard Temple for a similar reason to most of the warriors who came here, wanting to find some people who escaped under the dragon's mouth, and carry her baggage to slay the dragon with her.

In the entire White Moon Country, hundreds of books related to dragon slaying have been published. There are novels, there are documentaries, and there are some things that are quite pedagogical.

According to these books, the warriors used to throw iron arrows to inflict the greatest damage on dragons. Iron arrows will remain stuck in the dragon's body for a long time and cannot be pulled out, and most of the time the dragon will roll on the ground or rub on the rocks to get rid of them, but most of them will remain in the dragon's muscles. influencing its actions.

It is said that a dragon that haunted 230 years ago was killed and found to have tens of thousands of metal arrows pierced into its body, making it so weak that it was dying.

Nati had already bought a car along the way, a whole car, and she was pulling the car along the way. It's not her intention to dress up as a woman, but it's better to make herself look like a man by pulling a cart and hurrying, and a girl will be pointed at doing this kind of work.

She couldn't carry the cart up the mountain, because the carriage couldn't go over the mountains. I want to hire a farmer, but I find that there are very few men who dare to go into the mountains and face the dragon, and they ask for a lot of money. She wasn't going to carry a cart of iron arrows into the mountains, that would delay her movements, and she was already worried. Seeing that a magician had brought the house over, Nattie thought that the magician must have a way to help her carry something.

So she tried to knock on the door of the magician's house, but was disgusted by a bunch of small locusts squeezed out of the cracks in the wooden bars. She had seen this thing eat every foot of a child in the same village, and it was a big mistake to think that the locust only sucked blood, and Natie had bad memories of this thing.

Hearing that only two warriors can handle the magician's workshop, Nati, a warrior girl who has just achieved positive results, went to find a companion.

He followed the direction given by the man just now, dodging the tent that was placed haphazardly, and after a little questioning, he really found the moon-level martial artist in the man's mouth. In fact, there are a lot of moon-level martial artists in this vicinity, and the man said that he is the most difficult and difficult to deal with, because in his eyes, a young dual-lineage moon-level woman is also difficult to deal with. It's troublesome left and right, so let's point out a clear path and let them go by themselves.

Nati squatted on the ground, pulled out her knife and poked the moon-level warrior lying on the ground. Only half of his head remained. One of the two legs was severed from the ankle, the other was completely nowhere to be found below the knee, and there was a large hole in the chest.

This guy is dead.

"Is this person really a moon-level?" Nattie looked at the crowd of onlookers. As far as the eye could see, it seemed to shoot flames, scaring away a crowd of onlookers.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, the troubled warrior had found trouble on the head of some stranger in the camp. And then it became like this.

Nati was not afraid of death at all, so she inquired about this person a little, and with some forceful means, grabbed a passer-by by the neck and lifted him into the air and shook him from side to side for a while, and then got the answer she wanted.

It is said that the murderer was a magician with a large man by his side and set up a tent by the north wall of the Sword Guard Temple.

If the most conspicuous of the outsiders who came to camp in the Sword Guard Temple today was the magician who moved the entire workshop, then the most conspicuous one yesterday was also a magician.

Beside the man was a three-meter-tall giant with iron chains on his feet and a huge copper weighing stone attached to the chains. He looks very much like a prisoner in shackles.

Is it possible for a human to grow to three meters tall? Absolutely, with the help of a magician. The giant caught the eye yesterday, but Natty was no longer there, and she went to a nearby town that wasn't attacked by dragons to hire farmers and mercenaries.

The magician beside the giant was a short old man, who looked no more than a shaved chicken rack, and who would die if he fell.

The description is very realistic, Nattie thought to her when she saw the magician himself. She searched for a ditch in the ground, and the groove made by the scales found the magician. His tent was leaning against the dilapidated courtyard wall on the north side of the temple, and there were no people around. Like a withdrawn student who has been ostracized at school, there is only one naked behemoth standing aside.

Natty just glanced at the thing, blushed and covered her eyes, turned around and walked away. She wouldn't be a companion with someone who didn't wear pants, especially since this person was three meters tall and the thing was half a meter smaller.

She made her dejected journey back to her small tent, next to a cart. It's full of stuff.

"Why are there all weirdos here!!" she shouted loudly in her girl's original tone, attracting a wave of sideways glances and perfectly exposing her female identity.

She simply stopped hiding, spread her hair out and regained her daughter's body, tore two iron arrows from the car, and poked them on the ground with them in boredom. She was thinking.

It's been three full days since Natty came to this Sword Protector Temple. Although the desire to slay the dragon was still there, after seeing so many strange people, she felt that the chances of her being able to successfully win the dragon's head were getting smaller and smaller. Not to mention anything else, most people are now ready for the itinerary and will leave for the mountain in three or five days, and they are still hesitating whether to carry the measuring car to climb the mountain.

At lunchtime, Nati eats the food in the belt of space, where the limited space is full of food except for a few valuables. Of course, the portable food will not taste good, which is a test for the slightly greedy Nati.

Just as she was guarding her cart of iron and munching on her lunch, the outermost mage's workshop in the Sword Protector Temple camp began to move. The big creature moved slowly as if no one was around, oblivious to the tents in his path, as if he hadn't seen it.

Nati had seen the speed of this thing before, so she was sure that the owner of the house was not as arrogant as she appeared, and she deliberately slowed down her movement speed to make room for the warriors to move.

The warriors were very helpless, and those who were on her way could only honestly pack up their things first, and then throw the wooden house with stones far away.

Since the house is made of wooden planks, it is easy to get a hole through the stone. Soon, however, young shoots sprouted from the broken planks to fill the holes, and then the few rock-throwing guys were shot back and forth by dozens of steel nails fired from the cracks in the wooden planks of the house, and a group of people watching the excitement also fell unlucky.

Nattie was also on the way to the house, so she took her lunch in her mouth, rolled the tent into a bag and threw it into the car, and then carried the whole car to make room for the magician.

The Magician's Workshop seemed to be a big man from somewhere, walking slowly, as if the lord was patrolling his own territory. No one knew exactly where this guy wanted to go, and if he walked any more he would collide with the temple, no one thought that the temple would make way for the house.

Just as Nati was carrying a trailer in one hand and eating lunch in the other, the house suddenly stopped and stopped moving. The place where it stopped was just what Nattie had just done to clean up in vain.

"Can you still be a man!" Nattie angrily pulled an iron arrow from the car and threw it at the house.

Her venting was not attacked by the steel nails of the house like the people who threw the stones. The magician stopped and let his home be surrounded by a group of curious people.

The warriors couldn't bear this guy who had just arrived for a long time, and more than 20 people pulled out their weapons around the house, looking like they wanted to attack in groups.

Before the gang could do anything, the magician finally stopped playing mysteries and spoke in his own room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be impatient. Forgive me for catching your eye in this way, I did it to find a partner for myself. ”

The magician's voice sounded in his ears, and the warriors were unhappy with this method of communication, and began to express their dissatisfaction. However, there are also many people who are somewhat interested in the invitation of the magician.

"Tell me your terms, magician!" someone shouted, and that was exactly what the magician wanted to hear.

The magician hiding in the house introduced himself, briefly, by name. Her name is Renny Petra.

"I need a warrior to act with me, enter the workshop, and go to the dragon's lair together. Our purpose is the same, to cut off the dragon's head and eliminate harm from the world. ”

As soon as he said this, someone in the crowd shouted, "I'm sorry, our purpose is money, women, and going down in history." ”

At the same time, someone said, "You seem to be a rich woman, Master Magician." So you're actually about the same attraction to us. ”

Most of the strength of the warriors comes from talent, which is sad but true. This makes them have a big gap in personal cultivation.

Listening to this kind of flirtation, ordinary women would not care, but the magician took up the topic.

"As someone said, I'm a woman, and if you want to be my partner, you need to go into the workshop. There are many inconveniences between men and women, so I need to find a female martial artist as a partner, preferably with higher upper body strength. Trust me, I have a way for you to slay the dragon with your own hands. (To be continued......)