Once in the woodland, the wolves' speed increased significantly, and with his sense of danger, Thor managed to dodge several of these short-haired brutes.

But luck didn't seem to be on his side today, and he didn't find any trees to climb along the way.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain on the side of the forest, Thor could only continue to run along the mountain.

I don't remember how long I ran, but a huge col suddenly appeared in the mountain wall, and Thor rushed straight into it. Not because he judged that there was more chance of survival here, but because he couldn't run anymore.

The consumption of running for a long time is too great, and his physical strength is about to reach the limit, so at least he has to reserve some strength to swing his sword.

The space in the col is wider than expected, and the open-air circular, semi-enclosed structure is wider.

It wasn't that deep, and after rushing in, Thor quickly touched the mountain wall, killing him without incident. He wasn't too frustrated, and he didn't waste any more time looking for an exit that was almost impossible to exist.

Turning with his back against the mountain wall, Thor bent over his knees and gasped violently, cherishing every opportunity to breathe.

After his breathing had stabilized slightly, he pulled out the long sword behind his back, since the battle was inevitable after all, then here, it was at least better to have his back against the mountain wall than to surround the wolves in the wilderness.

The wolves didn't come close at once, but Thor knew they were watching him in the darkness not far away, and he could even faintly see their glowing eyes in the darkness.

After waiting for a while, Thor suddenly realized that there was something strange about the wolves, they seemed to be a little far away, and they didn't attack, just made some beastly whining in the darkness outside of his vision.

Demonstrative, vigilant, or waiting for an opportunity? He couldn't tell.

Just when Thor was secretly wondering, there seemed to be movement on the right side of his side. With an instinctive tilt of his head, Thor suddenly saw a large field of fire appear out of thin air in the darkness.

The flame was indescribable, not a small cluster, not a ball of fire, but like a wall of fire, it flew past Thor like a wall of fire with strong wind and heat, blowing his hair and clothes flying.

What is that? For a moment, Saul's head was a little dazed, and this question subconsciously popped up. But in the next moment he had the answer in his heart, because he remembered that when the flame appeared just now, he actually saw it by the moment of lightning.

It was a huge head, a dragon's head to be exact.

The presence of a dragon named Thales in the Sleepy Forest is not a legend, but a real thing.

It is said that many years ago, a few fools who clamored to slaughter the dragon to prove their prowess, and since they were reunited with their ancestors, people have finally seen the reality and taken a respectful attitude towards the dragon.

Thor had heard adventurers talk about the dragon Herous more than once, but he never cared, because he never thought he would be brave enough to provoke such a big guy.

And now, after a desperate escape, he seems to have broken into the lair of the dragon, and the dragon Terus is by his side, not far from him.

Didn't the book say that the dragons usually dwelled in caves, occasionally collecting some gold and silver, and had to harass the village for a while?

Well, those damn authors are liars.

The scorching dragon breath just now erupted in time, and more than half of the Demon Horned wolves died at least in an instant in the large area of flames, and the rest had already clenched their tails and wailed away.

An orange-red demon spirit was swaying on the ground not far away, and I wonder if it was left behind by the poor old wolf with a scarred face. It turned out that they had been hiding in the distance and not attacking themselves, apparently realizing that they had entered the dragon's territory.

It's really a group of hard-headed guys, and after laughing at the stupid wolves, Thor suddenly had a cold sweat left behind his back against the mountain wall.

After a moment, he felt something, silently straightened up, let his back away from the place where he was leaning, and then quietly reached out and touched his back.

Some are rough and some are smooth, and there seem to be irregular edges and corners, like large pieces...... Scales?

It turned out that he was not leaning against the mountain wall as he thought he was, but leaning against the dragon all the time.

There was silence all around, but Thor always felt that some invisible oppression was haunting him.

On the bright side, maybe this dragon is wise, after all, if it had spewed out indiscriminate attack dragon breath as soon as he rushed into the col just now, he would have been roasted at this moment.

Of course, it may be that the dragon didn't care which ant came first and which ant came later, but when a bunch of bugs gathered there and buzzed, it drove away a little impatiently.

The point is, what do you do now? How do you get out of this col?

Assuming that the dragon is wise, wouldn't it be rude to leave without saying anything? But if someone else was sleeping, would he disturb the other person and make them angry?

After struggling for a long time, Thor finally walked along the dragon's slender neck to the huge dragon's head.

"Thank you, friend, for saving my life. Saul said in a volume that wasn't noisy.

The dragon lay there with its neck craned, not responding, not even opening its eyes.

Thor breathed a sigh of relief, he hadn't expected the other party to look up to him.

After saying what he had to say and expressing his courtesy, Thor faced the dragon, and with a gentle footstep like a thief, slowly retreated in the direction of the exit of the col.

Until the dragon's silhouette faded out of his vision, he still stared at the dark direction, tense nerves, ready to roll at any moment.

Theoretically trying to dodge the dragon's breath by rolling is obviously a new joke, but Thor thinks that something has to be done, and if the dragon's breath does spray, he should roll as best he can.

For a short period of time, Luthor retreated in a thrilling manner, but fortunately the worst did not come, and the dragon seemed to ignore him.

As he passed by the orange demon, Thor hesitated.

If no one pays attention to the demon soul after it appears, it will naturally dim and disappear after a long time.

The big guy was obviously of a very high rank, and he probably didn't look down on this thing, Sol judged to himself.

In line with the principle of not wasting it, he took a deep breath, and finally stretched out his sinful claws and hung over the demon soul.

The whole process was quiet, and in the end, Thor made it out of the col safely, completing a chapter in his adventure that took its ups and downs.

Shogues may be right, Saul is not a normal person.

A few days later, he came to this col again.

"Friend, I happened to be passing by to see you. ”

Thor leaned out into the col from behind the mountain, and immediately retracted his head.

No response.

Feeling frightened again to reach the dragon, Thor poured out a few fresh fish he had brought.

The dragon Tellus still lay there quietly with his neck crossed.

The scene was a little awkward.

Since the other party had no desire to communicate, Thor did not bother it and left quietly again.

Returning the next day, Thor was pleasantly surprised to find that the fish was gone, and he finally got a sense of what the ghoul who had saved the female mage was in the short story he had read.

That's good.

Now that the dragon has accepted his kindness, there is a basis for him to become friends.

Thor had been there many times since then, occasionally bringing some fish or food that he thought he could get his hands on.

This kind of thing was originally honed, but later he gradually became bolder, often leaning on the dragon's neck, babbling to the dragon to say some life insights to harass others.

Is it sleeping or recuperating? Doesn't it hunt in search of food? How long has it slept here? Countless questions arise every time it faces the dragon Thor.

The dragon Herous never answered him, and it lay there all the time, neither flying nor moving, quiet as a psychopath.

Luckily, Thor wasn't a normal person in the first place.

As a result, Thor suddenly has a huge friend in his life.

Or rather, it's good that a madman has found another neurosis.

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Thor is happy with life here at the Grave Keeper's Cottage, he has a lot of free time, and he has enough room to organize what he wants to do.

The only inconvenience of the hut is the water problem, after all, it does not have its own water source like the bottom of the well, there is a puddle that connects to the underground river.

In order to solve the problem of water for the grave keeper's hut, Thor had to go to the lake with buckets from time to time to fetch water.

The lake was located to the southeast of the cottage, not far away.

What really worries Thor is not the distance, but the possibility of encountering various beasts or enemies near the water source, such as lakes and rivers.

There are rumors about the lakes and rivers that are hard to tell whether they are true or false, some say that they inhabit powerful hosts, and some say that the spirits of the drowned will run to the shore and dance.

So every time he went to fetch water, Thor was always trembling, for fear of encountering an enemy that he couldn't deal with.

He thinks that even if he is going to die, he should die in some magnificent and intense scene, not in the trivial matter of sneaking to the lake to bathe.

After going there more often, and getting acquainted with it, Thor began to try frantically on the edge of danger again.

He shoveled out the aquatic weeds in the shallow waters of the lake, where there were often blood-sucking bugs.

After clearing a clean area, he was no longer satisfied with standing on the shore and drenching himself with a bucket, but began to bravely enter the water, and even learned to swim by himself by holding on to the shore.

Thor had always believed that his mentor was right.

"To overcome fear, go to the most terrible places. ”

Now, for example, he is very comfortable, floating naked on the water, sometimes rippling with the waves, occasionally raising his hand to pinch the insects that come close to him.

But there are not many days left for such comfort, and the damned winter is coming.

Now that it's late autumn and it's time to get ready, Thor returns to the shore bare-bottomed, picking up his pants as he ponders.

"Shameless!"

A shout suddenly came from behind him, and Thor shook his hands in fright, and his pants fell to the ground.

There is obviously a lake behind him, how can there be someone?

Thor bent down, and his first reaction was not to pick up his pants, but to grab the hilt of his sword and turn around with a backhand that was a semicircle.