Hotel on the mountain

When Shirley Swank woke up from her coma, she found herself sitting on the edge of a pit, with ropes tied tightly around her body and connected to a stake behind her.

Xili glanced into the pit with tired eyes and saw a pool of ice that was still exuding cold air. She felt sad in her heart, but it just turned into a sigh.

She glanced at Thorad, who was warming himself near the fire, without saying a word.

Thorad had a bunch of bandages tied around his body, even his neck. He was setting up a grill on the fire and placing some pieces of meat on it. The oil droplets fell into the fire, making a sizzling sound and bringing out the aroma of meat.

"Are you awake?" Jetro stood in front of Xili, "You were unconscious for several hours. It seems that the death of Ice Qilin had a great impact on you."

"Are you Jetro Raya?"

Shirley asked tentatively, and received a positive reply from Jetro.

She raised the corners of her lips and laughed, "I really can't think of anyone else who would dare to get involved in Gu Long's struggle, except you, who was written on the death list by several of our leaders."

"Excuse me." Jetro responded indifferently. He pointed to the black dragon that was frozen into an ice sculpture on the other side of the pit. "And the price for me is to lose my own ancient dragon."

Xili turned her head and saw the black ancient dragon's wings closed on its chest. It was frozen in the ice. Even the high temperature under its feet could not dissolve the ice.

"Do you want to eat meat?" Jetro asked. He skewered a piece of meat from the grill with a wooden skewer and handed it to Ciri.

"Why don't you kill me?"

"The living are always more useful than the dead."

Shirley nodded, indicating that she wanted to eat something, and Jetro put the piece of meat to her mouth. The amount of her lips biting the flesh was very small, as cautiously as a reserved girl trying to kiss for the first time - or, in other words, charmingly.

She must have been a charming woman when she was young, Jetro thought to himself, but it is a pity that time is ruthless.

"I don't understand, how did you do it? How did an ancient dragon that was hundreds of years old be defeated?" Xili took the initiative to chat after eating the other person's meat.

Jetro ate up the remaining meat on the wooden stick and threw the wooden stick into the pit casually: "Kill if you want."

Xili was silent. She dyed her hair black before setting off, which covered up the many white hairs on her head. However, there were still some white hairs floating out from her temples, swaying in front of her eyes with the wind. .

"Then why didn't you kill me on that flying ship?" Xili turned her head and looked at the weird spaceship. It was docked on the ground not far from the fire, and the three floating dragons were quietly talking. rest.

"That ship is full of explosives used to deal with you. As long as I release a little bit of power, the entire ship will be buried with it."

After the pleasantries were finished, Shirley Swank knew that she was already a prisoner. She was tightly tied up. She watched Jethro walk to the fire and quietly closed her eyes.

At this moment, the floating dragons stood up and screamed towards the sky in panic. They were restless and looked like a powerful enemy was approaching.

Not waiting for two or three seconds, a strong gust of wind hit. Everyone looked up and saw a blue flying dragon covered in frost and flying over everyone's heads at a very low altitude.

"It's the Blue Fire Dragon." Thorad said with certainty.

"Then Nos Noah should be up there." Yetro raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and found that the blue fire dragon was flying very fast, flying towards the hinterland of the volcano, "He was being chased?"

As soon as Jetro finished his questioning words, the screams of monsters resounded in the air, and the cold wind carrying frost blew from one side to the other. When everyone looked up again, they only saw the javelin-like spear of the Ice Cursed Dragon. The tail swung in the air.

"It's the Ice Curse Dragon of the Vasa family." Thorad put down the hand on his forehead to block the sun, "North is being targeted by Gustav."

"Why is North flying there?" Jetro asked the question, and Thorad and others shook their heads.

But I heard Shirley Swank say leisurely: "The first emperor of the empire - Chike is buried there."

…

North Noah found that he was still stupid. He underestimated the physical strength and flying ability of an ancient dragon.

The flying speed of the Ice Curse Dragon is the same as that of the Cang Fire Dragon, and its physical strength is not lower than that of the Cang Fire Dragon. What's more, at the initial encounter station, some of the Cang Fire Dragon's limbs had been frostbitten by the Ice Curse Dragon.

Now Nos Noah can only hope that the volcanic terrain will speed up the consumption of the Ice Curse Dragon's physical energy - the latter must spend more effort to maintain the cold air in high-temperature places.

"Magma... magma..." North Noah kept mumbling, his eyes constantly searching the charred rocky ground, hoping to find a place of flowing magma to use as the next main battlefield.

The Cang Fire Dragon's leather armor can be briefly bathed in magma, which can effectively block the frost attacks from the Ice Curse Dragon.

This volcanic plain stretches as far as the eye can see. Although there are a lot of steaming hot steam coming out of the ground, no thin lava can be seen coming out.

The Cang Fire Dragon could hardly fly anymore, and the flying dragon would also be tired. What's more, this kind of intense chase was consuming both sides' physical strength every minute and second.

North gritted his teeth. At this point, he could only go to that place - the location of the tomb where the first emperor was buried. He stroked the Cang Fire Dragon's carapace and gave it instructions in his mind to change direction.

…

Sander Hill, who was hunting with the cadaver in the forest, naturally caught some movement on the volcano, but the cadaver was now concentrating on hanging fresh pieces of meat on its barbs. He was too embarrassed to interrupt it.

After all, the greater the number of corpses, the stronger the corpse dragon will be.

"Let them fight until both of them lose." Sander sat on top of the corpse dragon, comforting himself like this. It was not that he was "indulging" the corpse dragon as you thought.

When the corpse dragon finally hung up the fresh corpse to its satisfaction, Sander finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he was about to let the corpse dragon take off and fly to the place where others were fighting, two figures came out of the forest side by side. walked out.

"Dragon God Cult?" Sander stood up. He squinted his eyes and looked at a familiar figure among the two figures. "Is the Bishop of Zhongdelan District right?"

"Long time no see, Sander." Bishop Anthony greeted politely, "Let me introduce to you, this is the Bishop of Zhongsilan District, Harry."

Neither of them were wearing dragon-shaped masks. Harley stepped forward and, like a gentleman, put her hand on her lower abdomen and bent down to salute.

Xander was calm and did not speak.

Just listen to Anthony continue to say politely like an old friend: "Sander, I miss the time when we cooperated so much, but today, for the great cause of the Dragon God Cult, I can only hope that you die here."