Frost Wings

The north wind whistled across the ice sheet, Givit tightly covered his hood, and his thin body came a little closer to the fire.

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The sky was dark, and the day of the Great Glacier, which had just ended the polar night season, was pitifully short. The distance from dawn to dusk was often only a few hours. Most of the time, the adventure team could only sneak forward in the dark.

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Givet opened his silver pocket watch and glanced at it, then looked at the sky and sighed. There were still two hours before six in the morning, which meant that his vigil was far from over.

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A warm fur covered him. He turned his head and looked at the blond young woman in a half-armor with a grateful look on her face: "Ms. Vista, thank you."

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"You're welcome. You work much harder than us." The blond woman smiled and sat beside Givet: "I can keep you until dawn, you can rest first."

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"No, no." Givit was a little lost, then shook his head, his expression a little lost: "I can't sleep either."

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"You've always had something on your mind, Mr. Givett." The woman shook her head: "I can feel that you... seem not at all relieved."

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"It's really a little bit, girl." Givet smiled bitterly, looking at the surrounding mountains and rivers, his old face was full of bitterness: "Who wants to come to this ghost place, there have been thousands of people who have disappeared here, all of them. never went back."

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"That was before." A tall female elf walked out, wearing a steel plate armor and carrying a longbow: "Old man, what are you afraid of, our Wind Whisperer Alliance provides the most powerful adventurers The team, even if you are really in danger, can get you out of danger safely, not to mention the regular Glacier Legion provided by the Principality of Walch this time, far from the rabble sent by the country nobles to die, what are you afraid of?"

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She snorted, took out a sausage from the bag, sat beside the bonfire and grilled it: "No matter what is hidden in the north here, we have to find out and kill hundreds of innocent miners, this is a serious crime. , look at your cowardly look."

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She glared at Giavit: "What are you afraid of? Didn't we easily kill that young white dragon two days ago? This is the most dangerous thing in the Great Glacier, even if it causes damage to us. You can't do any damage at all, uh~ Vesta, why is your face so strange."

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"It's nothing." The blond woman sniffled, her face pale and very ugly.

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"Well, you don't know, are you afraid of the big white reptile?" The female elf looked surprised: "By the way, when the white dragon appeared, you hid under the horse's belly and didn't make a move, it's not like you. ."

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"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry." The blond woman smiled wryly, her face didn't look good. She lowered her head, sighed lightly, shook her head and shook off a piece of dragon skin, and began to pray.

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The female elf shrugged, looked at the sky in the north, her long ears moved, and suddenly said 'Damn' in a low voice, and then patted Givet on the shoulder: "Congratulations, cowardly old fellow, there is a storm It's coming, we have to rest here today."

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"Really?" Gavitt sighed, but he didn't seem to be relieved. He lay on his back on the blanket that was not too cold from the bonfire, and his eyes were a little hollow.

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"You don't look very happy." The blonde woman asked softly.

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"So what if I'm happy? What if I'm not happy?" Gavitt smiled bitterly: "In front of the nobles, my happiness and unhappiness are really not worth mentioning, I should apologize, Ms. Vesta... obviously already I am determined to help you, and I am willing to believe in your power, but I am still a little scared..."

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"Don't think too much, those nobles are indeed excessive." The blond woman frowned: "You even detained your family to coerce you to lead the way. We will never sit back and watch this happen."

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"So... Ms. Vesta, please promise me one thing." The wrinkles on Giavitt's face were crowded together, looking extremely painful.

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"whats the matter?"

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"If I encounter a danger that is difficult to deal with, it will not be a pity for me to die." The middle-aged man in his late forties looked even more painful: "But everyone in the Wind Whisperers Alliance, someone must come back alive."

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"Why?" Vista asked strangely.

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"The warriors rescued my daughter and son in the hands of Master Fatas. I am extremely grateful. But this noble master covets my daughter... My daughter has been for a long time. With everyone's persuasion, I just managed to let go of my bad thoughts, if you guys are gone, even if I'm still lucky... I really can't imagine what Master Fatas would do to my family."

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"Your daughter is indeed very beautiful." Vesta sighed: "Oh, I am also very sympathetic to your experience. If possible, we will try to make sure to go back alive."

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The bonfire crackled and fell silent for a while.

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"...Ms. Vesta." After a while, Giavitt spoke again: "Is the Alliance of Wind Whisperers really upholding justice?"

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"Of course, we are here for the cry of the innocent, not for wealth or reputation." Vesta's face was serious: "Mr. Giavitt, the reality is not satisfactory, sometimes nobles do not abide by nobles' noble codes; Compared to the evil that kills hundreds or thousands of people at every turn, we can't just sit back and watch."

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"I believe in you, Ms. Vesta." Gavitt smiled reluctantly: "These words you said are sincere, I believe."

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"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Giavitt." Vesta smiled.

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"...Ms. Vesta, are you afraid of the white dragon?"

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Gavitt asked suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the blond woman's slightly changed face, his eyes were very surprised: "Are you really afraid of the white dragon? Your companions are all such powerful warriors, and they are not afraid of the white dragon. And win it at will, effortlessly, and each one of them respects you so much...you..."

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"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, maybe I'm an incompetent adventurer." Vesta's face changed slightly: "I'm sorry. I have some psychological shadows. Mr. Giavitt, let's not talk about this, okay?"

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"Okay, Ms. Vesta, in fact, white... er, although there are many such flying lizards, the Great Glacier is really much safer than before. If it was before, the area where we are now, including the areas slightly north and south. Most of the area is the sphere of influence of the frost giants, those things are not only unreasonable, but also dispatched in groups, much more terrifying than the white dragon." Givet sighed: "At that time, there was no one like me. A guy who doesn't know anything about fighting dares to walk into the depths of the glacier."

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"These frost giants are gone now?" Vesta's eyes moved slightly, her face suddenly not looking good, but she did not avoid the question, but asked.

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"Yeah, it was gone twenty years ago. At that time, the frost giants in the southern part of the Great Glacier were unified under the leadership of a chief, and all the kingdoms in the northern land thought they were going to fight; I was also recruited into the army at that time. "Givet smiled bitterly: "It has been like this for thousands of years. Whenever the frost giants of the Great Southern Glacier unite, they will go south to plunder the northern kingdoms. This kind of war usually lasts for ten years after the start of the war. several years."

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"I've heard that this is the winter war that is often said in the history of the Northland. It occurs about every two or three hundred years." Vesta sighed: "Then this Frost Giant Empire suddenly collapsed for no reason. Is it?"

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"That's right..." A strange and confused look suddenly appeared on Givit's face: "Wings of Frost... Huh? Ms. Vesta, what's wrong with you? Why is your face even more ugly?"

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"It's nothing, please continue." Vesta covered her blue-blue face, but couldn't hide her trembling voice: "Tell me about this... Wings of Frost and Cold."

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"Are you really okay?" Giavitt didn't believe it.

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"No." The blond woman struggled for a moment: "Please satisfy my curiosity. I'm afraid of those dragons, but I'm really very curious. What does this matter look like in the hearts of Northlanders?"

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"Then I'll say it." Gavitt coughed, opened his mouth, and suddenly felt a little ashamed: "Actually...Ms. Vista, I don't know much, most of this matter is gossip, nobles and officers. , even those wizard masters are secretive, and no one knows the truth or falsehood, but according to these accounts, it is indeed the white dragon named Frost Wing who defeated the frost giant chief named Zankek and destroyed the Southern Great Glacier. Most of the frost giant tribes, the tribes that got away with it, also moved to the east or west."

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As he spoke, looking at the serious expression on Vesta's face, he gradually became more confident, took out the unreliable news he heard from some bards, and added fuel to his jealousy: "It is said that the dragon is the Queen of Evil Dragons. The most favored son has extremely terrifying power. According to those bards, the Dragon Queen favors every dragon species equally. The reason why the White Dragon Clan is so weak is because the Dragon Queen loses the other White Dragon Clan. All the love has been invested in this white dragon. I heard that its body is huge, up to 500 feet long. With a single opening of its wings, half a large glacier can be covered by a storm. Chief Zankek is also rare among frost giants. The fighting genius, and the protection of the Bitter Winter Lady Hermesid, fought against the Wings of Frost for a hundred days and nights, and finally the whole body was frozen into ice cubes, which were swallowed alive by the dragon."

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Vesta's lips moved, and Giavitt looked at her expression and asked strangely, "Ma'am, is there anything strange?"

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"It's nothing." She shook her head: "It's just that it's hard to imagine a five-hundred-foot-long dragon and a battle that lasts a hundred days."

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"Uh~" Givet scratched his head in embarrassment: "This is a statement made by the bard, who can't be a real lady, and it is also said that there are two thousand dragonborn warriors and a hundred war advisors dragon wizards under the dragon's command. These armies were used to defeat the tens of thousands of Zancaike's troops. Of course, these are not credible, but if the legend of Frostwing is true, it must have an extremely terrifying power and army to defeat Zancaike. ."

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"But... Mr. Giavitt, listen to what you said, don't you... not confirm the authenticity of this matter?" Vesta blinked.

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"Yeah, after all, no Northlander has seen that dragon, but I believe it's true. Because all the white dragons who have had conflicts with humans over the years in the Nanda Glacier have called out its name." Givit shrugged. He shrugged: "Some of them can't even speak clearly. After all, this lizard has a very low IQ, but they all seem to believe that the Frost Wing really exists."

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"What about now?" the blonde woman asked softly.

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"Disappeared. That's why many people don't believe this story. After all, no Northlander has ever witnessed that dragon." Giavit looked helpless: "Some bards said that Frostwing's arrogance offended the five colors. The Dragon Queen was forced to flee to other planes and never appeared again, so Master Fatas and the others dared to send our company to mine there. At that time, there was no danger in the South Great Glacier... Without the Frost Giant~www. wuxiahere.com~ The white dragon is also not a good thing, alas~ who knows."

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"You said..." The blond woman's expression was hesitant, and she seemed to have a hint of fear: "Mr. Giavitt, the white dragon was calling its name before dying the day before yesterday..."

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"No." Givet comforted: "Ms. Vesta, don't worry, if that dragon came back, with the ferocity of the evil dragon, it would have already made a name for itself, and most likely it was the white dragon. You want to scare us before you die, that stupid low-IQ creature, let alone even him? You have fought against the evils of all planes, is there nothing you can do?"

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"I don't know..." Vesta shook her head with an ugly face, and she turned around: "Sorry, Mr. Giavitt, I have to take a break; please persevere, tomorrow morning I will pray for magic to eliminate it for you. fatigue."

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"Don't worry, ma'am." Givet smiled boldly, looking at the blond woman's trembling shoulders, and shook her head in disapproval.

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It seemed unreasonable to him that this woman should have such a deep-rooted fear of a creature like a white dragon.

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He had inquired about this mercenary group affiliated to the Alliance of Wind Whisperers. This young lady who looked very young was experienced in many battles, with strong martial arts skills, and was also a devout priest. She had a very high reputation in the mercenary group. Status, when he encountered undead creatures and winter wolves on the road, he fought very bravely, but his reaction when he encountered the white dragon deeply struck him.

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"Could it be that this lady was bullied by White Dragon?" Giavitt thought strangely, then shook his head. )!!