Nathan made his way north, and as a werewolf, walking through the mountains made him more accustomed to it. So this guy has been running around in the Nay Mountains all the way, anyway, if Nathan transforms into a werewolf, the monsters in the mountains are just dishes.

Farther north, on the branch of the Ridge of the World, a sturdy old man with a white beard wearing a hooded cloak and smoking a pipe was surveying a crystal peak in the distance.

"This is the lair of the white dragon you call 'Ice Death'?" the old man said to the people behind him, behind him were several men dressed as hunters, and immediately replied after hearing the old man's words, "This is it, the cold current that covers the entire town and even reaches the outside of Silvermoon City is emitted from here. It's centered on the white dragon. ”

The old man glanced at the crystalline peaks for a few moments, then turned around and descended the mountain first, "We need the help of some righteous people. ”

If you look at Nathan's route from the sky, you will find that it is a mess at all, this guy simply took a random route, but fortunately, this guy's combat power is extraordinary, so it has not become a dinner for the monsters in the Nice Mountains until now - but it has plagued many pure and kind monsters as his snacks..........

Just as Nathan was stumbling through the mountains like a headless fly, a black-skinned elf came to the outside of the town. He approached the town cautiously—he had had had to defend himself more than once after encountering a human, and it was the notorious nature of the Dark Elves that made him hate his race and gods even more. He looked enviously at the tavern in the square in the center of the town, and with dry food in his hand, he did not have the courage to step into a human town......... Then a voice sounded in his ears: "Young dark elves, come." Come to the tavern, it doesn't matter. You are needed for a just cause. ”

The black skin was startled, "There's an archmage in town!", the guy immediately prepared to run away, but the last one stopped - he didn't want to live like this, he wanted to fit into the "normal" surface society, he was lonely.

With his hands on the scimitar at his waist, the dark elf slowly walked into the town—the guards on the walls of the town, though surprised and wary, did not move at him—though the arrows followed his footsteps......

"I'm coming!" ....... honored mage," the dark elf said, pushing open the tavern door.

Except for the few local adventurers who don't seem to be able to fight, the tavern is an old man in a hooded cape, smoking a pipe and clutching a shot glass.

This old man is quite capable and absolutely righteous, and he talks a lot of nonsense, he is simply an old fly - it's just that this young two-knife dark elf is really inexperienced and has never seen such a person on the surface at all, so he was stunned by this old man's righteous tone. It's just that he didn't see the local adventurer next to him sneaking out of the tavern with a relieved look..........

Just as the old guy had already made the young Shuangdaoman's righteous blood burn, there was a "clang", and a man kicked open the door and walked in, "Give me a big glass of spirits! And a kilogram of steak! Be fast! Lord is rich!"

This man didn't look very old, but he wasn't short, a head taller than the dark elves. His clothes were in tatters, and he didn't have any armor—not even a pair of cowhide armor, but tattered cotton clothes and some fur, and he carried a one-handed broadsword at his waist, and a small round shield on his left forearm, which was exactly the appearance of a down-and-out typical sword and shield warrior. It's just that when this guy pulls out a bag from his chest, throws it on the table with a clatter, and rolls out a few gold coins. A large glass of liquor and a bowl full of fried steak were placed on the table, and the man buried his head and began to eat and drink in a very rough manner.

The white-bearded old man looked at the man with a smile on his pipe, and after the man's eating and drinking was over, he pulled the young black-skinned swordsman to sit down at the man's table, "Don't mind if I sit here and drink at the bar?" and then began a new round of flickering.

This man is Nathan who finally walked out of the Neser Mountains, but he completely missed Silvermoon City, and instead plunged headlong into the ghost place of this town alliance. Although Nathan is young, his adventurous experience cannot be regarded as a rookie, and because he has desecrated the temple of a good god, he has considerable immunity to this topic of "justice", but this old man is too good to say or too annoying, but what he says is still half-literate, even Nathan, who is quite educated, can only understand more than half of it, and immediately has the urge to pull out his knife and kill this old fly- It's just that as a wolf's keen sixth sense, he sensed that this old man was by no means easy to match, and if he drew his sword and cut people in a fit of rage, he would probably be killed by this old man in turn, even if he transformed into a werewolf, it would be dangerous...... So I had to try to get the hum through my ears, and focus on the steak in the basin and the liquor that kept coming in.

Drinking is a good adage, and while Nathan used alcohol to block out the buzzing of the old flies, it also severely impaired the fellow's concentration and judgment - in a state of confusion, he vaguely felt as if someone had stuffed a pen and signed some document before he was completely drunk.......... So when Nathan came to his senses the next day with a heartache, he saw the white-bearded old man in front of him with a black-skinned Ranger standing in front of him with a smile on his face, with a contract in his hand that had accepted a certain assignment and asked him to follow them on some righteous adventure...... Nathan carefully compared the combat power of the two sides again, and then diligently poured a large glass of ice water to calm the fire inside him, and finally pulled a smile from his finger and tried to knock a settlement fee from the old man's hand first, but failed..........

At the same time, Bo Fu has found his target, a certain level of the abyss. It was a plane full of cobwebs, and its thick cobwebs were woven into huge webs, which were full of spiders of all kinds, large and small, and somewhere, a huge spider-like castle moved randomly on top of the webs with eight legs.

"Another goddess! I caught you this time! Just let me see how capable a god of medium divine power is! And a goddess with medium divine power can know right away if she is happy or not! "The huge Yanwang Dragon walked on the cobweb, and the viscous cobweb could not stick to the beast at all, but the place where he stepped completely turned into a charred and hardened object, and all the spider demons who dared to approach were all turned into ashes in the scream.