Thundered.

He was only halfway through when Ronald heard a surging roar in his ears, which made his eardrums buzz. He frowned, and sped up.

After exiting the valley, Ronald transformed into an angel and flew to the top of the canyon.

Along the way, he did not rest, but wandered all the way through the snow in the Bernese plateau, killing all the way in the direction where Falken was. In terms of his strength, the demonic beasts in the Bern Plateau are just targets that he uses to relive his swordsmanship, and there is no pressure to deal with them.

Unlike in the past, after reading books such as history, magic, and Warcraft, Ronald has a better understanding of the customs and customs of the current Erathia continent, and is no longer in a state of ignorance. So where the materials are useful, he already knows better in his heart.

Naturally, all kinds of magic crystals were harvested, and many more valuable demonic beast materials were also carefully put away by him. However, because he was still not familiar with it, and he didn't know how to deal with those Warcraft materials, he was also destroyed by Ronald and a lot of valuable ones.

With the idea of collecting as much as he could, Ronald didn't care much about the losses, and still walked alone in the snowy fields.

Most of the demonic beasts in the forest actually existed thousands of years ago.

But at that time, human beings were still in a period of ignorance, and the phenomenon of releasing magic was heavenly wrath and divine punishment for them. Therefore, these magical beasts have become the objects of their worship and awe. However, after thousands of years of natural reproduction and oral transmission by other races, "magic" has gradually ceased to be mysterious, and has entered the field of vision of some people who are beginning to become wise. After that, some humans who can sense the existence of magical elements gradually understand and begin to master magic, so as to improve magic or develop new forms of magic.

Therefore, the knowledge that Ronald learned was the magical knowledge that appeared after he fell asleep, and it belonged to some of the more widely used magical materials on the continent of Erathia.

Putting away his thoughts, Ronald reached out and patted the snow off his shoulder.

After a short rest, Ronald glanced back at the goblin flying behind him.

"Irel, the magic crystals of the wind system really can't be absorbed?"

"Of course it's true. ”

Irel was a little aggrieved, because of this question, Ronald asked several times. She is not stupid, and when she was asked for the third time, she saw the faint distrust in Ronald's eyes.

Facing the rigid and serious Ronald all day, Irel couldn't help but feel a little bored, and she remembered to treat her with gentle Eve. She felt that her father was much worse than Eve, and she would rather Eve be her father.

Oh no, Mother.

Irel pouted, shaking her little head in annoyance.

It's not right, the mother conjures herself up and can't be replaced casually. But Eve is also a woman, and her father can only be called by a male surname.

If only a woman could be called a father, then there would not be so many troubles......

"What's wrong?"

Hearing Ronald's inquiry, Irel quickly shook off those careful thoughts.

"Ah, it's nothing, my father is ......" Soon, she hurriedly waved her hand there: "It's nothing, it's nothing, let's go." ”

The reason for her change of words was that Ronald insisted that she omit the word "father". Although she understood the meaning of father and mother after this understanding, Irel still did not have any special concept. On the contrary, she was quite satisfied with Ronald's request.

Ronald didn't say much, he turned his head and continued to stride.

The snow-capped mountains were white, and the reflected sunlight was a little dazzling, so that Ronald had to squint to avoid being blinded by the strong light.

It wasn't until dusk, when the light around him had dimmed, that he opened his eyes. But at this moment, he suddenly drew his sword out, and his eyes looked keenly at a small cliff opposite.

In Ronald's line of sight, one of the black rocks protruding from the cliff a hundred meters away seemed to move.

"Eliel, can you detect an anomaly?"

Hearing Irel's response, Ronald put away his sword and wondered if he had been too cautious. But in the next moment, his left hand immediately stretched out, and the ice mirror appeared in front of him.

Ding Ding Ding!

With a few crisp roars in succession, the ice mirror also successfully blocked the spikes of the sneak attack when it turned into a crystal point of light and dissipated. Ronald glanced at the dozen or so finger-thick spikes in the snow, then raised his head and stared at the cliff.

Seeing that there was still no movement, Ronald condensed a bundle of ice swords, and he sped forward a few steps, throwing the ice sword towards the place of memory.

A beam of crystal trails with a deadly roar suddenly pierced the sky. Sure enough, as he expected, the dark red rock in his line of sight moved!

Bang!

The ice sword was nailed to the cliff, shattering and causing snow to fall from the sky. And the demonic beast hidden on the cliff face, its wings whistling in the wind, flew above Ronald's head like a stream of fire, and swooped down quickly.

Seeing that the dark shadow above his head was getting bigger and bigger, Ronald was not in a hurry, he opened the palm of his right hand and whispered an order: "Irel!"

"Understood!"

At the same time as the claws slammed down, Ronald took a half-step forward and swung his sword into the air.

Bite!

The manifest blade of judgment firmly held the sharp claws of the beast!But before Ronald could fight back, he noticed the anomaly under his feet, and he immediately jumped away. Where he had stood, reddish-brown vines twisted out like a spiral, swirling and rising until they were more than two meters high.

Thorn Winding.

Ronald recognized the familiar magic.

This was one of the few spells that the mage Kerry often used, but compared to the vines that Kerry could only reach to his knees, the lion-like flying creature was obviously much more powerful.

Ronald quickly filtered through the knowledge in his head and quickly figured out what it was.

The manticore, at least a powerhouse-level existence.

Its complexion was like that of a withered vine, with a dry brown mixed with a hint of dark red. The manticore lion has broad, dark red wings like a bird of prey, and a body about the size of a lion, with a tail that looks like a scorpion's tail and has a strong poisonous surname.

Due to its strong mobility, it has a great advantage in battles. Even if it is also a strong martial artist at the iron slashing level, or a ** division leading the team, it is still difficult to kill him.

The manticore lion magic failed to sneak attack, and immediately flapped its back like eagle wings, flew to the branches of the cedar trees more than twenty meters high, and looked down at the black-haired youth below.

Ronald looked up and met its dark red eyes coldly.

"I'll come, I'll come. ”

In his mind, Irel's excited tone suddenly sounded.

He frowned.

But thinking that the battle would be settled as soon as possible, Ronald was ready to unseal Irel, but as soon as the idea came to mind, the manticore immediately flapped its wings and flew towards the cliff.

Seeing that the monster was so knowledgeable, Ronald also stopped Irel from asking to come out. He dissipated the weapon in his hand and continued to walk towards the place he remembered.

At this time, the little goblin muttered dissatisfiedly in his consciousness again, and Ronald naturally didn't know.

It seems that this method is not very good, and it has only regained a little bit of strength......

His mind was full of focus on his thoughts.

The sky began to get drowsy, and at the behest of the biting wind, snow and hail smashed to the ground, making the trees pop. The cloak on Ronald's body was also smashed by the hailstone the size of a bean, and he continued to move forward without care.

Because, with the strength of his current body, he is completely immune to these. Even food and water are not indispensable necessities for Ronald now.

The transformed angelic body can already spontaneously use magic to maintain life functions. However, because his strength has not fully recovered, he cannot completely get rid of his dependence on food and water.

The same goes for sleep.

Normal people generally have to maintain at least eight hours of sleep in order to maintain vigorous energy, but Ronald can now go ten days and a half without rest.

It's just that, driven by the instinct of life, Ronald will still get used to eating something and maintaining a normal schedule. It is only when he is alone in the wild that he abandons these.

Ronald walked for a day and found no trace of other monsters.

It seems that near that cliff is the territory of the manticore...... But where did the white dragon go, but he didn't find its shadow over there.

Ronald rubbed his sideburns, feeling a little bored.

The situation outside is estimated to have begun to change, and time is running out to prevent it from delaying.

After a little rest, he decided to search the neighborhood for a few more days. If you haven't found any trace of the white dragon, give up.

"Irel, how many fourth-order magic can you unleash with your current magic power?"

"Only one can be released. ”

"Yes. ”

He didn't say much, patted his shoulder on the snow, and then moved on.

The next day, he continued to walk through the snow, when suddenly, he heard a faint sound in the distance, as if someone was celebrating something.

Could it be that there are human villages here?

Ronald glanced at Irel, who was flying wildly in front of him, and motioned to go over and take a look. Sensing the order, Irel nodded, obediently lowered her flight altitude, and followed Ronald.

Ronald slowed down and cautiously walked towards the source.

The wind and snow howled loudly, and he walked very lightly, which made it difficult for him to be noticed. He was not deterred by this, and was still very careful to walk around the snow, choosing the stout cedar trees as shelters.

After walking for about ten minutes, he saw a small leeward hillside, where there was a camp surrounded by a wooden fence, and it was a gathering tribe of big-eared monsters.

"Uh-oh-oh!"

Excited shouts erupted from time to time.

Ronald beckoned his hand and motioned for the goblin to hide. He himself trotted all the way, and while the fellows were not looking, he ran behind a pine tree on the left side of the camp.

In his line of sight, a group of brown-skinned monsters formed a large circle in the clearing in the center of the tribe. Inside the circle, there are two big-eared monsters that are obviously much stronger than their own species, and they are fighting to the death there. The big-eared monsters watching around, in the language of the big-eared monster clan, kept waving their flags and shouting for the two of them.

"Is that a big-eared monster?" Irel whispered curiously into Ronald's ear. When she was reading a book in the hotel, she also secretly glanced at Ronald, who was very focused on reading, and learned some knowledge.

"Don't make a sound. ”

Ronald raised his hand slightly, then quickly lowered it.

Irel was just curious, but she quickly settled down and quietly hid to the sidelines, quietly observing the movements of the big-eared monsters with Ronald.

This tribe is made up of more than twenty tents full of patched traces. The tent was large, propped up in a circle by more than a dozen wooden brackets, with wooden spikes at the top and around it, which were inserted diagonally into the brackets that held the tent in place. Ronald did a rough calculation in his mind, and soon came up with an answer.

The big-eared monsters gathered at this moment will not exceed two hundred.

He squinted at the monsters, who were not much taller than children, with dark brown skin and two fangs popping out of their lower lip.

Unlike Warcraft, big-eared monsters have their own language and belong to a half-intelligent race. But they were born with fierce surnames, extremely exclusive surnames, and have a strong hatred of other intelligent races. Even like goblins and demons, he likes to use people of other races as food.

After a moment's hesitation, Ronald decided to destroy the monsters.

"Goo-whoa, goo-wah!"

There was another shout of joy.

He noticed that the big-eared monsters who were watching the battle were shouting loudly with wooden sticks, and many of them were standing up and shouting loudly. And in that big circle, the two big-eared monsters who were fighting looked very brave, wielding maces and constantly attacking each other.

But Ronald only glanced at it, and found that their fight was not skillful at all, and the two sides only had some relatively simple dodge moves. Most of the time, the maces in the hands of the two big-eared monsters are hard to beat.

After nearly five more minutes, the battle between the two big-eared monsters was finally over. One of the big-eared monsters was eventually killed, and the surrounding big-eared monsters erupted in cheers. Then the victor half-knelt on the ground, put his weapon on the ground, and after saying something with his head held high, a big-eared monster that seemed to be an elder walked towards the victor. Then the old man muttered, and at last he picked up a golden helmet handed by his attendant and placed it solemnly on the victor's head.

As soon as the victor put on his golden helmet, he stood up, his eyes full of excitement and bloodlust. It held its mace aloft and shouted at the big-eared monsters around it. And the big-eared monsters around him also followed him, shouting one after another, as if to celebrate the birth of the tribal leader.

"They're so ugly!" Irel couldn't help but chatter again: "Are you going to deal with these monsters?

"Don't use that boring tone. Ronald glanced coldly at the goblin who deliberately pretended to be a snort, and after scolding, he asked her what she thought: "What are you going to do?"

"Magic, I use magic!" Irel had been looking forward to a chance to show off her strength, so she flew excitedly in front of Ronald's eyes: "Ice storm." ”

This little guy actually knew such a powerful fourth-order magic, Ronald pursed his lips.

Seeing Ronald's frowning and silent expression, Irel thought that this wish had been dashed again. She cursed a little stupidly, and even the speed of flapping her membranous wings was much slower.

A strong whistling wind interrupted the two of them from their thoughts. Ronald hurriedly looked up and saw a dark shadow flying in the sky to the north.

A thorn of thorns suddenly emerged from the camp of the Big-Eared Monsters, and then spiraled upward, twisting the three Big-Eared Monsters and lifting them to nearly two meters high.

Call.

At the same time as the three big-eared monsters were lifted high, the manticore flew by, taking two in one bite. After two screams, dark red blood shot out, spilling blood stains all over the camp tent. In the panicked curses of the big-eared monsters, the manticore lion calmly flew away.

Ronald looked at it all coldly.

After a while, he raised his head and ordered the little goblin: "Let me see your strength." ”

Irel, who was originally a little unhappy, immediately blinked her big eyes and flew high into the air excitedly with crystal points of light. After she flipped around gorgeously, she stretched out her little hand and whispered magic.

Ronald counted the time in his mind.

After about ten seconds, he saw a small ball of wind wrapped in snowflakes in Eliel's hands.

When Irel finished the spell, she gently sent her hands to the sky.

The wind signal rises rapidly, turns into a flattened vortex in mid-air and begins to spin at an accelerated pace.

The whirlpool gradually accelerated, and the bright sky immediately became dull, and large dark clouds appeared out of thin air. As if summoned, the wind and snow suddenly came, completely covering the entire camp, forming a circular area with a diameter of three hundred meters.

The big-eared monsters also noticed the anomaly overhead, and they looked at the sky in horror as they exchanged their heads and ears in the language of the tribe. In their line of sight, the swirling dark clouds in the sky seemed to spread, and the howling of the wind and snow became more and more terrible, blowing several flags over the camp and even the flagpoles were almost bent.

There was a panicked chatter that reached the ears of Ronald, who was watching. He saw that the few pieces of fabric on the big-eared monsters were blowing high, and their hair was already blowing parallel to the ground. The big-eared monsters struggled to get their feet along, trying to burrow into their tents for protection.

It's just that the blizzard in mid-air has already roared.

The elf pressed down with both hands.

Even the feather-sized snowflakes turned into sharp blades and began to spin and shoot wildly.

Whoosh!

Several tents were blown away.

The monsters that struggled to dodge were struck by the snowflakes and immediately became covered in scars, as if they had been slashed by blades. They wailed and burst out of blood arrows, but under the howling strong wind, the blood arrows that gushed out immediately turned into countless blood droplets and flew away.

Inside the camp, there was immediately a wail.

That's not all, the big-eared monsters that were cut by the snowflakes without a single intact fur quickly turned white and began to freeze under the ensuing low temperature.

Before the smell of blood could spread, the big-eared monsters were all frozen into ice sculptures. They puffed out their eyes, struck various poses, and with expressions of anger and horror, they could no longer breathe.

The sky three hundred meters away was still bright, and the sun was so strong that it almost blinded my eyes.

Ping.

A crisp cracking sound burst out from one of the ice sculptures, as if they were infected, and the rest of the ice sculptures also cracked into fine lines.

The fine lines stretch all the way, twisting out all kinds of weird paths.

Bang bang!

A continuous crumbling sound burst out from the ice sculpture.

Ronald saw that before the whirlpool that covered the sky of the camp stopped spinning, the ice sculptures below had all crumbled, turning into a cloud of bright red ice.

At the same time, he saw Irel's desire for appreciation.

"Well done. ”

With that, Ronald took a big stride, bypassing the camp of the big-eared monster and moving on. And the little goblin behind him flew in a big circle very proudly. Ronald raised his head, a little impatient: "Don't rub it off. ”

After hearing Ronald's order, she couldn't help but giggle and happily followed him. (To be continued.) )