Dr. Green Dragon

The battle with the frost giant elder started abruptly and ended hastily, and the outcome was not even decided.

But after this battle, Angelina was obviously a little stimulated.

Not only was he unable to take down the old guy, but he was even faintly humiliated by the old guy, and he became angry from embarrassment.

And her younger brother, Byron, who has been entrenched in the logistics army and didn't bother to move even when she gave a signal, just at this time, he also taunted her maliciously.

These two white dragons seemed to be fighting first.

But at this time, the Great Shaman of the Frost and Cold Spirit announced an order from the Lord of the Pale Pagoda, an order from the King of Cold River.

Only then did the two white dragons resentfully stop their internal fighting.

Then one re-commanded the combat army, and the other returned to the logistics army. The marching speed of the legion suddenly increased, and it pointed directly to the valley of fury.

"Simen Dejia... Hey, he is indeed the King of Hanchuan, so interesting!"

All of these, the two-headed worms who could already be regarded as "widely friends", quickly gathered on Isaac's side.

Combined with the "exploration technique", one should see and one should feel...

Looking at the rapidly advancing army of orcs in the ice field, in Isaac's eyes, a thoughtful strange color slowly emerged.

Obviously, for the battle between the White Dragon and the Frost Giant Elder, Symendegar may not be able to accurately grasp the timing, but he must have been prepared.

This preparation may point to what the insect man said, and the surrounding area pays attention to some people here.

This battle should be able to draw some people's feet!

It is also because of this that neither Symendja nor the leader of the frost giant tribe has shown up, so it is only natural.

"When the bystanders are cleared away, it's time for the real decisive battle. So it's reasonable for the orc army to accelerate."

"This old guy, who can attract the attention of the Dragon Queen, and even let me invite him across the plane, is really extraordinary. He has truly broken away from 'White Shame'!"

"Not only the vision and strategy, but also the selection of heirs is also amazing!"

Isaac slowly withdrew his gaze.

Obviously, Angelina, the heir to the lord of Sorrowful Hanchuan, is fully qualified!

As an advanced dragon, she has the strength to overwhelm her younger brother Byron. When needed, she is fully qualified to control the territory and the army on behalf of Saimendega.

And as a white dragon, the most important thing is a white dragon with a normal mind... In Isaac's eyes, this should be the fundamental reason why Symendegar would regard her as "the dearest child" and "heir to the territory" Here it is!

Symendeja "can afford" her, and "can afford" another white dragon!

"This guy……"

In Isaac's eyes, a little pondering color flickered.

All these days, his understanding of the White Dragon Envoy has become deeper and deeper.

Gu Bailong is quite powerful about this method... He is already thinking, after this cooperation, after Frostfire Roar succeeds, and after he is really in place as the White Dragon Envoy, he and this, and this side, What kind of relationship should be maintained!

For this world, he intends to explore deeply.

Whether it's the negotiation with the Pale Tower or the Black Robe Mage Association.

It is still necessary to explore the legend of the two legends of conferred gods.

This world is worth his investment.

And since he wants to put in effort here, whether he wants to continue to maintain a relationship with the White Dragon Envoy, he has to plan early.

And this, in turn, is closely related to the evaluation of Symendeja.

"The current him, not to mention the power of his own ancient dragon level, not to mention the two adult white dragons, or those black-robed mages of the Dragon Worship Cult, this orc army alone is strong enough."

"And when he becomes the White Dragon Envoy, he gets the White Dragon Crown..."

"Not in a hurry, just wait a little longer and take a look!"

After Isaac's eyes flickered slightly, he slowly suppressed the relevant things.

He wanted to take another look at this ancient dragon, to see if he would... swell after he got the white dragon's crown and discovered the use of the white dragon's divine power!

After all, if the Frost Giant is dealt with this time, there will be nothing in this northern land that can stop him except the Frostfire Witch huddling above the frozen ocean!

Will he continue to stay on this ice sheet, or... will he reach out to the fertile land to the south?

Yes, that is a form of cooperation!

No, it should be replaced again!

...

With the speeding up of the army, the harassment effect of the frozen soil scouts has been weakened a lot.

Under Angelina's active high-altitude patrol, in only two days, the snow-covered mountains that Isaac visited once at night arrived.

As if they were stuck in time, the army had just arrived here and hadn't formally entered the mountain yet.

Accompanied by a majestic and long cry, from the southern sky, the huge figure of Symendeja, like a white rainbow, suddenly shot through the space of a hundred miles, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the sky above the army.

As a real ancient dragon, even if it is only the white dragon, which is relatively the smallest among the five-color dragons, Symendega's body length is already over ninety feet.

When he flew here, the two white dragons, Angelina and Byron, also flew into the sky at the same time.

Comparing with him, these two adult white dragons are like two children.

The orcs below, even the great shaman, even the frost bear knights, all showed true reverence when they saw his figure.

They submit to the King of Hanchuan, not only submitting to his strength, but also worshiping his ambition and ambition!

In the huge northern ice field, no one can equip them with well-equipped weapons and armor and provide them with a powerful environment like the King of Cold River!

Compared with the ambition of the King of Cold River, even the frost giants in the Frostfall Land are far behind, let alone any other forces!

"When the Frostfall Land is conquered, it should be time to go south, right?"

"Those humans... those dwarves... that endless wealth..."

The ice field orc's eyes were faintly red, and he was breathing heavily.

...

Symendega's eyes were looking down at certain important places within the mountains.

The war with this side has been too long, and he is too familiar with everything about this mountain range, especially those dangerous places that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and have many defensive facilities.

With just a few glances, he has already seen numerous monster armies from a distance.

There are frost giants, ogres, and trolls, but the most numerous are still ice-field orcs.

These monster armies, in terms of individual strength, should be no worse than his army.

but……

There was a ray of indifferent contempt in Symendegha's narrow vertical pupils.

These frost giants are still not growing!

Army, no order in sight!

The equipment is messy and even worse!

Compared with the formation on his side, compared with the system on his side, it is simply the gap between the regular army and the militia!

If it weren't for those frost giants with at least fourteen life energy levels as their core after adulthood, even if they were defending against danger, they might not be able to stop his army from attacking a few times!

Symendja's gaze finally settled on a deep valley outside the mountain range.

"You're getting older again. I can smell your rotten breath even ten miles away. Ukuchi, you in the past never shrunk your head like this. You can't hold the 'Frostfire Roaring' anymore." 'Yet?"

"Old guy, you have to work harder. If you are going to die this time, there will be no successor for 'Frostfire Roar'. By then, your Valley of Fury will be my palace!"

Symendegar's voice was calm and peaceful, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend, but what he said...

"Oh, I said, you shrunken reptile, how dare you come to visit me suddenly. It turns out that you treat me like a dying old man."

"I can't swing the hammer so well, why don't you come here and try it yourself, and see if you came here two hundred years earlier!"

A cold laughter gradually came up from the dark valley.

The corner of Symendeja's mouth also curled up a little: "It seems that you are not too old to move. That's good. I'm really afraid that you will die of old age, so... you can still move Now, I’m here to see you off for the last time, and draw a perfect end to our hundreds of years of friendship!”

"It's time to draw a full stop. However, whether you take off my old man or I smash your head, it depends on whether you are too soft and slippery, or I am hard enough! Come on, I waiting for you!"

In Ukuqi's sneer, there was not only a bit of ridicule, but also conviction.

I really want to fight against this old friend and increase my strength. Otherwise, if it is true as this old friend said, at that time, there is no suitable successor who can completely control the power of Frostfire Roar... ...It may not be impossible for the valley of fury to change its surname!

Symendja slowly withdrew his gaze.

This old guy still seems to have a consistent defense and defense tactics.

However, if he made up his mind to completely unplug it, he was already prepared to pay enough price and sacrifice enough.

"My most loyal warriors, today is the most important first step for us to conquer the ice field. Use your blood, your bravery, and your fearlessness to fight for your ambition!"

"After today, the Land of Frostfall will belong to me, and it will also belong to you!"

"Attack! Kill all who resist!"

Gu Bailong's low voice was like thunder, hammer and drum.

Countless orcs raised their weapons high and roared violently.

"King of Hanchuan!"

"The King of the Ice Fields!"

The shamans began to pray one after another.

The first ones to be added were the twenty-three frost bear knights.

With the blessing of magical aura, they seemed to have an extra layer of silver armor on their bodies.

They clamped their backs, and the huge frost bear roared suddenly, like a moving hill, crashing into the ice and snow mountain with rumbling and trembling sounds.

The winter wolf knight followed closely behind, and then the heavy armored orcs, the barbarians of the north!

The frost shaman is at the core of all the armies, and the great shaman Qi Kenan even took over the direct command of the army from Simon Dejia.

"Angelina, Byron Tien, you all cooperate in the overall situation. Stop doing stupid things with your head covered. Once you suffer a loss, you have to grow up again."

Symendega looked at the dearest children left and right, especially took a deep look at Angelina.

"I'll come back to you with Harriman's head in my hand!"

Angelina gritted her teeth. She felt that her position as the first heir was shaken because of the frost giant elder.

Only by avenging shame can we be stable!

"I will cooperate well with Angelina, at least not let her fall into it."

Byron nodded calmly.

It's just that what he said... Angelina had already flown out, and she didn't forget to stare back at him.

He also roared immediately, activated Longwei directly, and then rushed into the mountains.

"These two brats!"

Symendeja shook his head lightly, as if he was a little disappointed, but... his eyes were always indifferent and calm.

With his wings relaxed, he also slowly flew into the mountain, pointing to the dark valley without haste.

Under the keen sense of the dragon, the old guy was still huddled there, as if he was in a hidden cave or under the ground!

The old guy's own power should not be in its heyday. If he really faces his army, he may not be able to dominate one side alone, and he may be forced to use the power of Frostfire Roar.

And even the power of the sacred weapon is not unlimited, let alone the legendary war hammer that is only a kind of sacred weapon.

Every time the old guy uses the power of the war hammer, it means that the power of the war hammer will be weakened by at least one point in this war.

And once the power of the war hammer is weakened to a certain extent... even if it is Frostfire Roar, he and Jagula's joint cooperation is definitely not something that can be accepted casually!

Therefore, even though Symendega pointed at the old guy, he was neither slow nor ill, and didn't care at all whether the old guy would suddenly rush out and enter his army.

He hadn't flown beyond the ravine yet.

The Frost Bear Knight here has already crashed into the first line of defense.

There are rolling logs rolling down like streams, bows and arrows flying, and boulders being thrown.

But neither the frost bear nor the knight stopped.

Relying on unrivaled brute strength, with thick skin and thick flesh, and wearing heavy protective gear, one directly crashed into the rolling log stream, smashing through several paths abruptly, and even bows and arrows shot at them, and they couldn't stay behind. Multiple injuries.

One waved the shield in his hand casually, and kept sweeping away the arrows. From time to time, when a boulder hit, someone even jumped up and blocked the boulder abruptly in the air.

These knights were all second-level barbarians in the north. Even though their brute force was not as strong as the frost giants, they were not without the strength to resist.

With them as the leader, Hanchuan's army has hit the first line of defense like a torrent.

That's it.

A sinister whistling sound suddenly rose, black smoke was like mist, and a thick force of death rose rapidly from under the ground.

Same moment.

The Great Frost and Cold Shaman, who directly commanded the army, waved her witch staff and pointed at the place where the black smoke was the thickest.

Amid a strong force of ice, large hailstones fell densely like a torrential rain.

The extremely cold magical ice, all of a sudden, the rising black smoke was completely frozen, and even dispersed directly.

As soon as the big shaman moved, the other frost shamans also cast their spells.

Basically, they are all in the field of ice spells.

Freeze Rays! Frost breath! Frozen spear! Snow storm! Hail! Ice storm!

All kinds of magic are sweeping through the black smoke area.

The frost giant did not show any weakness.

A soul whisperer was calling for lost spirits, and streams of black smoke gathered into ghostly spirits.

There were trolls and ogres that were attached to the berserk spell, and each of them roared and rushed towards the frost bear.

Frost giant warriors and tundra scouts also appeared behind.

When they moved, even Frost Bear's eyes showed vigilance instinctively.

"Aren't those black-robed mages in a hurry to come out?"

At some point, behind the first line of defense, a frost giant nearly thirty feet tall leaned against a cliff.

His eyes did not look directly at the battlefield.

However, everything over there was clearly displayed in his mind.

The King of Cold River finally flew to the deep valley.

But... the black-robed mages are still hiding without a trace.