"Oh my God, this is the way you're pointing?"

Bogur looked up, the mountains went straight up, and the mountain trail completely disappeared at the end of the cliff. The only way to get up is to climb. Faced with the almost vertical cliff road, Bogur said he was a little dizzy. Looking at his companions around him, even the Iron Crusher Grondi made a look of eagerness, and Bogur couldn't help but grit his teeth...... You know, as a butcher, he is lightly armed, but a warrior like Grundi is carrying a piece of equipment that exceeds his own weight......

"You can stay here and wait for us to kill the dragon tamer and come back to you. ”

Celta, the captain of the Norsca Guard, joked as she checked the rope to see if it was strong. In fact, there were some iron nails stuck in the cliff wall as steps to climb, but for safety, the dwarven rangers had already climbed the mountain in advance and threw down the ropes.

Seeing the people around him climbing up one by one, Bogur couldn't help but feel anxious below.

I can ...... I'm sure I can...... Damn it...... What the hell is this!

Bogur yelled and scolded as he cheered himself up. He tossed the fat on his body, and suddenly heard a crisp female voice-

"Stay down there and wait for us to come back and pick you up. ”

The voice of the elven ranger Aryria.

"Pointed ears!"

Even the elves went up, and now, Bogur couldn't bear it anymore.

"Do you believe in the path they lead? Lao Tzu has been a ranger for 30 years, and he has never walked such a ghost road......

Bogur turned to Rhodes and asked.

"I don't know if the road is right, but it's in the right direction. I could feel its presence, getting closer. ”

Rod said, touching the Book of Beasts hanging from his waist. This ancient book, obtained from the lair of the Troll King, records the method of the bear god Esun to control all beasts. At the same time, Rhodes can also access it, sense the location of the behemoth, and even, when close enough, communicate with it.

These days, as the distance approaches, Rhodes can feel its strength more and more. Yes, the path of the air that the dwarven ranger Greif refers to is the dragon, the ice dragon. As long as you can ride it, you can sweep through the pursuers of the tribe.

Of course, no one would have thought of this trick, because no one knew that Rhodes had that Book of Beasts, except for the people around him.

Against the strong winds, the expedition finally climbed the mountain before dark. What appears in front of you is an almost endless hilltop plain. As far as the eye can see, the dragon's lair is faintly visible. The entire perimeter of the cave is a fortification that is framed by layers of wood. Hundreds of tribal hunters train dragons here for the use of tribal lords. The only Chinese network

The frost dragons tainted by the energy of Chaos are two-headed dragons whose bodies have been distorted and their souls have fallen and they owe allegiance to Chaos. Only true ice dragons can communicate with them, and their bodies remain in their original form, strong and powerful. These dragons are the targets of the Marauder Hunters—

This is the answer given by the dwarf ranger Gref. The white-bearded dwarf took out a small notebook for the past fifty years, recording his research on the Frost Dragon and the various behemoths of the Norscar continent.

When the sun went down, the people hid in the woods for the night. They did not dare to make a fire, for fear of revealing their whereabouts and attracting hunts.

In the cold night of Nosca, the night sky is full of stars, almost dense, and the dark green aurora flows in the sky, which is beautiful. This should be the northernmost area he has ever visited, and further north, I don't know what kind of scene it is?The endless chaotic wasteland?Is it full of death and darkness?Rhodes can only hold back his imagination, too much curiosity is not a good thing...... It can be crazy at times......

......

"In the name of Ersun!

At dawn, the camp of the dragon hunters was filled with the wild battle cries of the Kislev warriors. Rhodes took the lead, leaping off the wooden wall and pounced on the guards. The Norsca hunters had no idea that there would be invaders in such a place...... They set up camp only to trap the dragons and better tame them. It is not at all intended to protect against foreign enemies.

In the faint morning light, the tomahawk in Rhodes' hand rose and fell, and the Norsca hunters fell in a pool of blood in terror. A marauder warrior rushed at him, and the blood axe slammed into it, and Rhodes bent down to dodge, lunging forward, knocking the marauder to the ground, and then striking the head with another axe, and blood splattered. Another camp hunter was not far away, and was about to draw his bow and shoot arrows, but Rhodes took the lead and slashed down with his throwing axe, and the whole person was nailed to the wooden wall by the powerful impact......

The dwarven butcher was even more excited, severing the spear of the tribal hunter with an axe, and slashing down the tribal hunter with only half of the spear left. Rushing sideways, knocking over another, the tomahawk slammed down and slashed into the hunter's chest. Step on the enemy's body, pull out the blood axe, and continue to charge to the next one.

Celta was armed with a double-edged axe, and the attacking Norsca hunter struck the air with an axe, slashing diagonally, cutting through the shield of one of the camp guards, only to hear a loud sound of the wooden shield shattering, and the camp guard struggled to get up, but was trampled on the ground by Celta, and the end of the axe slammed into the face of the camp guard. At that moment, the flesh on the guard's face exploded, and the flesh was blurred and blood splattered.

A group of people were rampaging through the camp, and now that he was close, Rhodes could almost feel the ice dragon's heartbeat. Yes, the Book of Beasts has never reacted so violently, it is hot, hot as coals. A strange force was rolling in the book, and at the same time, it was urging Rhodes to step forward quickly. I can't help but think of all kinds of images of fighting dragons...... Is that? too late to think about it. Two tribal guards rushed in front of them, and they were slashed out by Rhodes with an axe, and finally, ten minutes later, the huge camp was full of the corpses of tribal hunters and guards.

"She's yours, Rod, and we've got you all that we can do to get you here. ”

Bogur, the dwarven butcher, stuck his battle axe into the ground and said earnestly.

Indeed, the Ranger Greif brought himself here with only one purpose - to ride an ice dragon. As for what means, what methods, no one knows. No one has a way either.

Rod took a deep breath and was about to walk in, when Aryria grabbed his shoulder with one hand—

"Be careful. ”

The Elven Ranger whispered. Then he nodded knowingly at Rod.

The lonely roar of the frost dragon sounded......