The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Ansier lay on the altar lazily basking in the sun.

Although the sun in the Arctic is not warm, the bright feeling alone makes him feel relaxed and happy.

Perhaps the Frost Mystical Realm does have some kind of miraculous effect. Ansi Er feels that the ice and snow world is not as frozen as before, and there is no such strange feeling.

Osmond is playing a landlord battle with Cecil and a priest of the frost giant in front of Ans El.

"Wang Bang!"

Osmond excitedly threw the last two cards in his hand.

Both frost giants threw their cards into the deck, and then reached out and touched the wine beside them.

The frost giants don't like to collect gold coins, so their bet is that the loser drinks.

Cecil's face was blue, obviously drinking a lot of ice wine.

Osmond turned back and patted Ansair's gray granite scales.

"I really blamed those little dragons before, this game is really interesting."

It was a rare sight of tranquility and peace, and Ansel didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

The injuries on his body have been fully recovered, and the newly grown scales are wrapped under the yellow granite shield.

For being beaten up in the Frost Mystery Realm, Ans El doesn't want to pursue it anymore, but he has to make sure of something.

"Uncle Osmond, so your body training plan is not to be beaten everywhere."

Even if he was beaten to death, he would not enter a place like the Frost Frost Realm again.

Ansier even had some doubts about whether he was the male protagonist who abused the text.

He has always wanted to wander on the continent, but because human beings are too powerful, they are now restricted everywhere, and he cannot even maintain his own body on the continent.

Having been a powerful dragon for so many years, he is no longer used to the weak body of humans.

Is his author not afraid of being criticized by readers, not afraid that his novels will not make money?

Ansier shook his head and threw out these absurd thoughts in his mind.

"Of course it wasn't a beating."

Osmond smiled awkwardly, then said sternly.

"This is breaking through the limits of the body in the crisis of death!"

Seeing Ansair's look of contempt, Osmond quickly explained, "Don't believe it.

I have read countless biographical novels written by human beings, and they all say this.

At the critical moment, the protagonist thinks of his companions, relatives, and lovers at the moment of life and death. In an instant, he realizes the mystery of magic/doing qi, achieves a breakthrough, and defeats the enemy. "

Biography? Fiction?

Hearing Osmond say this, Ans El felt even more that Osmond's body training method was too absurd.

And even if you listen to this method, you still don't know it's a novel from hundreds of years ago.

Osmond said to himself: "After the glacier trial, we will go through the abyss, purgatory, and thunderstorm trials, and challenge the powerhouses along the way, and finally gain powerful strength."

The more Ansier listened, the more wrong it became. Doesn't that mean that he would go to various places to get beat up again?

He began to think about how to get rid of his unreliable uncle, and then started a one-stop journey to the mainland.

Sometimes Ansel really felt that Osmond was a little scheming and insidious, and deliberately didn't tell him the real situation of Frost Frost.

But sometimes, he thinks that his uncle is a muscular dragon whose brain is full of muscles, and even believes in human novels.

But perhaps it is true to the saying that the stupid bird flies first, Osmond's strength is not only one of the best among the giant dragons in the prime of life, but there are not many legendary powerhouses who can surpass him on the mainland.

Just as Osmond and Ansair were talking about his body training plan, in Ansair's dragon eyes, a dense black spot appeared in the distant sky.

"what is that?"

Ansel wondered.

After hearing the words, Cecil used detection magic to bless him, his face changed suddenly, and he was more than half sober.

"No, it's the giant dragon in the Frost's Nest attacking. Quickly inform the adult frost giants and priests in the village to prepare to go out to fight."

The Frost Tribe also has a magical barrier, but their level and materials only guarantee the tribe's secrecy, and their defense and counterattack capabilities are not strong.

If the White Dragon were to set the battlefield in the Frost Tribe, it would be a devastating blow to the old and weak cubs of the Frost Giants.

"I have to go first, it's really bad reception, I didn't expect these white dragons to be so rampant recently!"

Cecil gritted her teeth.

"Go quickly, your clan needs you, and we'll be there later."

Osmond said.

The white dragons in the Frost's Nest came out in full force, and hundreds of white dragons, led by Frost Wings, rushed forward with all their strength.

The frost giant warriors in the Frost Frost tribe were not vegetarians either. When they got news of the enemy attack, they brought up the ice spear and followed Cecil out to face the white dragon.

Two teams of different races meet on a vast ice field.

"Wings of Frost, before you robbed my clan and sold them to humans, I haven't settled the bill with you, but I didn't expect you to bring it to your door!"

Cecil pointed at Frostwing with an ice spear in his hand.

It was a white dragon that was more than thirty meters high and nearly 100 meters long, and its wings were covered with a layer of light blue ice crystals.

Compared with the golden dragon and the red dragon~www.novelmt.com~ Even as an old dragon, the white dragon cannot reach 40 meters in size, and is a veritable short person.

"Humph, Cecil, today is not only the day your Frost Horde exterminates your clan, but also the day you die!"

Frost Wing's indifferent ice pupils reflected Cecil's figure. In her eyes, Cecil was already dead.

After all, Arnold was only a gold-level warrior, and only one of the ten thousand gold-level warriors could successfully advance to the legendary realm.

He didn't understand the reason why the legendary powerhouse was so powerful, and he greatly underestimated the value of the Forbidden Magic Scroll.

As the darling of ice and snow, Cecil has the power to crush ordinary creatures by virtue of the endless ice and snow magic power on the ice field.

However, this scroll can deprive him of his magic power, making him unable to perform even the most basic domain abilities of legendary powerhouses, and can only counterattack with his flesh.

A quarter of an hour was enough for Wings of Frost to kill him several times.

Arnold just wanted to get hundreds of Frost Giants to refine potions, while Frostwing wanted to kill Cecil and destroy the Frost Horde.

They are both overlords of the ice field, and they regard each other as enemies, so how can they sleep peacefully on their side couch.

Frost Wing just used this forbidden magic scroll to destroy his own heartache, and the many frost giants he captured can also be sold for a lot of treasure.

"Cecil, die!"

Frostwing opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of ice dragon breath at Cecil.

Cecil used magic to summon a huge ice shield to block the attack and protect the frost giant around him.

"If you want to fight, fight!"

Cecil flew into the sky with the dragon's breath and fought against Wings of Frost.

On the ground, the battle between hundreds of white dragons and thousands of frost giants was about to break out.