Frost Wings

The breeze blew across the earth, and the bare ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.

The white orcs howled, and until this time they were able to make the right decision, they did not blindly run backward from the road they came from, it was a vast plain, and they were hiding behind all the shelter they could find— Rocks, trees, supplies and even mounts.

The white dragon waved its wings, and the howling wind spurted out from under the wings. It was still a simple wind at first. I don't know when it caught snowflakes. It brushed the ground, and the ice visible to the naked eye was covered layer by layer. On the ground; the wind is getting stronger and stronger, sandwiching snowflakes and ice chips, gradually turning into a white hurricane with a radius of hundreds of meters with the dragon as the center.

The hurricane was stacked with ice on the ground, the animals fell to the ground whining, the roar of the orcs gradually faded, the gray skin was covered with thick frost, the fragile protection spells of the shaman broke in the cold, and they struggled. As he moved his limbs whose blood vessels were gradually freezing, he crawled towards the periphery of the ice wind, but he was stiff in the middle.

The hurricane penetrated the sky and the ground, a 100-meter-high glacier was erected on the ground, and several distorted orc faces appeared under the ice. They were rare high-level warriors among the orcs. The head and one arm were exposed, and a thick layer of frost hung from the drooping head.

The orc raised his head suddenly, and let out a deafening roar that surpassed the whistling sound of the wind. He struggled hard and broke free from the glacier, holding a giant hammer in his hand, and roaring at the white river in the air.

Bai He hovered high in the sky in front of him, staring silently at the old orc. The dimly lit warhammer fell weakly to the ground, and the old orc fell to the ground, and his body was quickly covered by a new layer of ice and snow.

The wind that had been blowing for half an hour gradually subsided, the clear sky turned into a sea of ​​clouds, and colorful snowflakes fell from the sky.

The white dragon landed on the top of the glacier and roared. The earth is calm again.

Only sporadic winds are still blowing the nascent iceberg.

…

Sif on the hill covered her wide open mouth, her eyes were round, her heart was full of excitement and complicated emotions, she stared at the white dragon on the iceberg motionless, as if she had turned into a statue.

"Pure... pure white apocalypse, this is the dance of doom!" The snow elves on the city wall of Xuenmarsh Town looked at the incredible white orc vanguard frozen into an iceberg, trembling all over their bodies, and they all froze. Staring at the dragon shadow at the top of the iceberg, he was in awe and panic: "He is the pure white doomsday."

"My God... Karien." Although it was a cold day, cold sweat continued to pour out from Fatalin's forehead, and the extreme panic made him unconsciously pray to the mother of elves who had not received his prayers for a long time. .

He wiped the sweat on his forehead, and turned his head to see the equally shocked face of the Patriarch Chasalin. He quickly calculated in his heart: No, this dragon must not have been brought by the Patriarch, and she was also surprised, then...

Fatalin stared at the dragon, calculating in his heart.

Although the previous strategy of sending charcoal in the snow to win over people's hearts was in vain, he was not very depressed. Accidents would always happen, but the ones in front of him were bigger.

He began to wonder what the possible purpose of this dragon was, why it came, and how should he use it?

He calculated repeatedly, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart - this strange dragon was lying on the glacier, his eyes swept across the snow elves, and finally landed on himself. kindness.

What is he going to do?

Fatalin raised his vigilance. He is an elf ranger with some magical equipment on his body. He is by no means a powerless person.

But seeing the iceberg on the snowfield, Fatalin's mind went cold, and he realized that this little power might not be able to protect himself in front of this dragon.

It's here!

Under the terrified gaze of the snow elf, the dragon soared into the air and flew towards the city wall with a single dive.

The snow elves screamed and fled down the city wall. They rolled and crawled, but for a while they lost the will to resist, and Chasaline's mind went blank.

It's coming for me, **** it! Fatalin's eyes were bloodshot, and he turned his head to activate the teleportation scroll, but the magic power that became empty under Baihe's frantic extraction made his teleportation scroll flash and then go out.

A dragon claw grabbed his thigh and lifted him up, Fatalin let out a series of terrified shouts, and was carried away by the strange dragon.

Chasaline was stunned to see this mighty alliance commander being taken away, not knowing what to do for a while.

…

Pfft!

Baihe flew to the top of the mountain where Sif was standing, and with a flick of his claw, he threw the unfortunate **** into the snowdrift, rolled his eyes and asked Sif, "I've seen the whole town before I went to you, but I've never seen this person. , who is he?"

"He? He's Lord Fatalin." Sif froze for a moment before recovering from the sluggish state. She looked at the embarrassed male elf on the ground, recognized it, and her expression suddenly became strange.

"Fatalin?!" Bai He looked at the male elf strangely. At first, he just thought that this man was dressed in stinky farts and had never seen him in the village. He was still staring at himself as if he was calculating something, which made Bai He a little uncomfortable. He felt comfortable, so he couldn't help but grab him: "Who is Fatalin?"

"I... I am Fatalin, the commander of the Northland Elf Alliance Army." Fatalin groaned and introduced himself. He looked at Sif who appeared here, and was also confused: "Miss Sif, you know this... this Lord Long?"

As soon as he asked, he felt bad, and he found that the dragon's eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Commander of the Northland Elf Alliance Army?!" Bai He screamed in the sky, Fatalin was just about to escape when he was stomped on the ground with a ruthless foot. His weight is not what it used to be. The commander-in-chief's face, which was still able to maintain a calm expression just now, was suddenly twisted under the pain, and a mouthful of blood spit out, dyeing the snow in front of him red.

"So you're the commander-in-chief! This time, you've won the grand prize! You are so brave! How dare you rob me of a woman?!" Bai Long growled.

"Mr. Long, how can you talk like that..." Sif embarrassedly tugged Bai Long's tail and shook it gently. What does it mean to 'snatch a woman'? There is something wrong with this.

Fatalin's eyes straightened and he shouted, "Forgive me, pfft!"

The white dragon exerted his strength again, and Fatalin spat out another mouthful of old blood.

Fatalin's heart was full of panic, and he suddenly remembered that Miss Sif was taken away by a white dragon two years ago.

After Sif's return, because Chasaline deliberately closed the news, this episode was described as Sif was abducted by a slave trader and sold to a noble after escaping from the white dragon. Fatalin believed it at the time - Long Universal They are lazy and ruthless creatures who usually have little to do with escaped captives. The safe return of Sif also makes it somewhat pointless to pursue this history, and now Fatalin finds that this idea is terribly wrong.

There is clearly something wrong with the relationship between Sif and this dragon! And not just the usual intimacy!

Fatalin panicked. He was under the dragon's claws at the moment. Even if he had tens of millions of troops, he could not save the near fire, and even if he came, he might not be able to save him under this terrifying white dragon's claws.

Bai Long is very happy. This guy who wants to green him has fallen into his hands. Is it his style not to play him as a SB?

Without a word, he stripped this Fatalin naked - it was necessary, God knows where there are magical props hidden on such a person.

Baihe hung the male elf upside down from a tree with a crooked neck, and began to think about how to concoct this fellow.

"Forgive! Forgive my life! Slip~" A gust of cold wind blew through, Fatalin snorted and desperately begged for mercy. At this moment, all great ideals had become a distant dream. He knew that as long as he died here, what would happen All are gone, dignity is the most useless thing here: "Miss Sif, hurry up! Please! Please let him spare me!"

Sif is a little soft-hearted, although she doesn't like this Fatalin, but she hasn't reached the point of hatred, she wagged the tip of the white dragon's tail, and asked in a soft voice: "Mr. Long, you can just let him go, okay? He didn't hurt me after all..."

"But he hurt my fragile heart, no, this guy must die, it's no use begging me." Bai Long rolled his eyes and said.

"Uu~" Sif looked like she wanted to cry: "Then that... Mr. Long, just let out your anger. Don't kill him, okay?"

"Alright, alright, this little request can still be satisfied." Bai Long laughed slyly, isn't there a few tricks that are more uncomfortable than death?

Fatalin didn't feel relieved because of this 'good news', but felt a chill in his heart. He watched Bai Long laughing around him, and immediately realized that the consequences might be even more terrifying.

"Miss Sif, Miss Sif! Stop him! Karen is on top, stop his behavior, don't! Woohoo~" he shouted hysterically, and was quickly restrained by a rope, He struggled violently, his eyes moving wildly.

"What's the noise?" Bai He turned into a human shape, chanted a spell, and stretched the ball of light in his hand to the male elf who was 'woo woo woo'.

The male elf felt the great danger, and the bound big white body bowed like a shrimp, just to stay away from this blue light ball that seemed to be full of dangerous power.

I saw Bai He's wretched smile, and asked the male elf who was sweating coldly after this struggle:

"Do you know this technique?"