Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

A few days later, the frost dragon had reached level 10 and was nearly five meters long. It soared freely in the sky, its body agile, like a blue lightning. When it flew by, it emitted a faint blue light, and wherever it went, it was covered with frost, as if the earth was covered with a layer of silver. Everyone looked at the frost dragon with envy, their eyes full of amazement and yearning.

At this time, Anthony hurried back and said to Liya, "Oh no, we found a goblin tribe 10 kilometers ahead." Liya frowned and asked, "Can we take a detour?" Anthony shook his head and said, "No, I have explored it, and other routes are not safe. This tribe seems to be stationed on this must-go road."

Afterwards, Liya called Zhang Deshuai, Lisi and Wang Wei over and explained the situation of the Goblin Tribe ahead. After listening, Zhang Deshuai decisively said, "You guys rest here, I'll take Qilin and Frost to take a look." The four of them were still worried, but when they saw the Frost Dragon flying in the sky and the Qilin burning with a faint flame, they had no choice but to agree to Zhang Deshuai.

Zhang Deshuai walked forward with Qilin and Bingshuang. His steps were firm and powerful, without any hesitation or fear. He knew that a fierce battle might be waiting for him ahead, but he was not afraid. He believed in his own strength and in his pets. He wanted to open up a safe road for the caravan so that everyone could pass smoothly.

Behind Zhang Deshuai, Qilin and Bingshuang followed him closely. The flames on Qilin's body burned more vigorously, as if warming up for the upcoming battle. Bingshuang raised his head and let out a low dragon roar, as if protesting to the enemy. Behind them, the people in the caravan watched them silently, their hearts full of worry and expectation. They knew that Zhang Deshuai was their hope, and they could only pray that he would return safely.

After Zhang Deshuai recalled Qilin and Bingshuang, he carefully approached the goblin tribe that Anthony mentioned. When he saw a group of goblin soldiers standing guard at the gate and a group of goblin squads patrolling nearby, he lay in a hidden place and observed quietly for a long time, carefully analyzing every detail, and then carefully checked the terrain and thought about the best battle strategy.

After getting ready, he decisively summoned the Frost Dragon. As soon as the Frost Dragon appeared, it immediately sensed Zhang Deshuai's determination and instructions. It flew up into the sky, its huge body flashing a cold light in the sun. Then, it swooped down at a shocking speed, like a falling blue comet.

When the Frost Dragon opened its huge mouth, the ice-blue dragon breath and ice breath surged out like a tide. The ice-blue flames seemed to be a cold wave from hell, overwhelming the goblin tribe with overwhelming force. The goblins who were still standing were frightened by the horrible breath and screamed in panic the moment they saw the frost, but there was nowhere to escape.

Wherever the icy breath went, everything was frozen instantly. The goblin soldiers were frozen into crystal clear ice slag before they could react, and their terrified and twisted expressions were forever frozen in the ice. The gate was destroyed in an instant and turned into a pile of broken ice; the trees turned from emerald green to silver white as if they were under a spell, breaking and falling to the ground with a crackling sound; the houses were also covered by the icy breath and turned into ice sculptures, so fragile that they seemed to be shattered at the slightest touch. The goblins affected by the dragon's breath were instantly burned to ashes, which intertwined with the icy breath to form a strange scene of ice and fire.

The entire Goblin tribe fell into chaos and fear, as if the end of the world had come. At this moment, a deafening shout came from the central tent: "Who is attacking my tribe? You are looking for death!" Then, a three-meter-tall figure jumped out of the huge tent. This was the Goblin King. His ferocious face was full of anger and majesty. He held a huge mace in his hand and exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. His eyes were fixed on the Frost Dragon, as if he wanted to tear it into pieces.

The Goblin King, holding a huge mace, roared madly at the sky: "Turns out it's a young frost dragon. Dragon, how dare you cause trouble in my, Morak's territory? It looks like I'm going to eat dragon meat today." As he spoke, his sturdy body suddenly jumped up, and with unparalleled strength, he smashed the frost dragon hard with a stick.

The Frost Dragon's smart eyes stared at the incoming stick. At the critical moment, it spread its huge wings and dodged perfectly, narrowly avoiding the fatal stick. However, Morak in the sky would not give up. He turned flexibly in the air and then made a high sweep. This time the attack was extremely fast, and the Frost Dragon could not avoid it, so it could only quickly open the ice shield for defense.

When the mace collided with the ice shield, there was a loud bang that shook the earth, and a powerful impact force spread out like a surging wave. Although the frost dragon was protected by the shield, it was still hit hard on the ground by the impact force. Its huge body knocked down countless trees, and the trees broke and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. As the frost dragon landed, the ground raised a lot of dust, as if a huge sandstorm was sweeping in, and the vision became blurred for a while.

Zhang Deshuai was extremely anxious when he saw Bingshuang being attacked. He shouted without hesitation, "Qilin, let's go and help Bingshuang!" Then, Qilin's body was burning with flames, and it rushed to the battlefield like a burning meteor. Qilin's four hooves flew, and every step it took was a blazing flame, and the ground was scorched wherever it passed.

When they approached Morak, the king of goblins, Zhang Deshuai commanded the Kirin to spit out blazing flames, and the flames roared like a fire dragon and swept towards Morak. Morak was not afraid at all. He waved his mace and dispersed the attacking flames one by one. At the same time, the frost dragon also struggled to fly up from the dust, and it once again spewed out ice-blue dragon breath and ice breath from its mouth, which intertwined with the Kirin's flames, forming a spectacular scene of ice and fire.

Seeing Bingshuang flying up from the ruins, Zhang Deshuai finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart. His originally tense nerves also felt a little relieved at this moment. His eyes were fixed on Bingshuang's majestic figure, and his eyes were full of pride and confidence.

Zhang Deshuai took a deep breath and turned to look at the eager Kirin beside him. The Kirin seemed to sense the gaze of its master, and it roared softly, and the flames on its body burned more vigorously, as if it couldn't wait to rush into the battlefield and show its powerful strength. Zhang Deshuai smiled slightly, patted Kirin's head gently, and said, "Let's go, let's go fight together."

The entire battlefield was in chaos, and the collision of ice and fire produced a large amount of steam and smoke.