"This is the Saint-Chanzel Mountains... As long as we pass through it, we can return to our hometown, the Croulot Desert!"
In the cold wind mixed with frost and snow, the ogre king was shivering from the cold and said repeatedly.
What the cold wind couldn't stop was the excitement in his words. He had overcome all the obstacles in the mage's territory and felt that he was close to his hometown. The Ogre King was also excited in his heart.
After being defeated and captured, being sold to a mage, and being exiled to a different plane, the Ogre King thought he would never return to his hometown, but he never expected that he would achieve his wish at this moment.
As the highest snow-capped mountain in Bracada, the temperature near the Saint-Chanzel Mountains is so low that even rough-skinned and fleshy barbarians can’t stand it at this moment.
When he escaped from the prison, the Ogre King only wore a single piece of clothing. Savage creatures never care about their appearance. They only need to wrap themselves in a few animal skins to survive the cold winter. But on the bone-chilling snowy mountains,
, the Ogre King finally couldn’t stand it any longer.
If he hadn't felt that his hometown was right ahead, and if he had become more tolerant to the cold after becoming a member of the legion, the Ogre King might have fallen into the snow long ago.
"Hold on, we will be able to return to our hometown soon, where there is everything we know, our tribesmen, friends, and enemies."
Beside him, the blue-skinned barbarian hero comforted him and said in a deep voice, as if he was recalling something, and his eyes became sharp.
York, who has lived in Brakada since childhood, has half of the blood of the gods and monsters in his body. He is not afraid of the severe cold in the snow-capped mountains. He looks the same as usual, which is in sharp contrast to the ogre king beside him.
Looking at the ogre king who was tortured by the cold, and every step he took seemed to expend a lot of effort, York couldn't bear it. If he could use water-bending magic, he might be able to resist the cold with the effect of magic, but he had already
I swear that I will never use magic again. Secondly, the important things that the Ogre King carries on his back also make him unable to be affected by any spells.
With the help of this important thing, York has lost count of how many times they have avoided detection by mages. Those mages who can only use magic do not understand the essentials of detection at all. As long as magic fails to give useful information, they will
There is no doubt about anything.
He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of cold air. He patted the ogre king on the back. He only hoped that the ogre king could feel better. As long as he could hold on for a little longer, he climbed over the coldest snow-capped mountains and stepped into the land of Krulod.
The situation will improve.
If another creature were to come here, like the Ogre King, walking barefoot on the snow-capped mountains, it would not take long before the toes would freeze due to lack of blood and flesh. Only a barbaric creature with strong vitality like the Ogre King, could
Only then can we persevere and keep moving forward without even leaving many sequelae.
When traveling on the snow-capped mountains, the Ogre King does not need to think too much, he only needs to keep moving forward, while York on the side will completely erase the footprints left by the two of them, trying to leave no trace, so as to avoid
Those thoughtful mages discovered something unusual.
Relying on York's caution, the two of them traveled along the way without any danger. Although the footprints can be erased, the smell of the Ogre King is not so easy to cover up. The most dangerous time was raising a snow wolf
The mage had obviously come to the two men buried in the snow, but in the end he failed to find them and just passed them by.
"Hiss...hiss..."
"What's that sound?"
The subtle sound coming from his ears attracted the attention of the Ogre King. His experience in the fierce battlefield and the experience of crawling and rolling in the Colosseum made him extremely sensitive to abnormality.
Ordinary sounds are so harsh in the ears of the Ogre King.
After discovering the abnormality, the aura of the Ogre King suddenly changed. His body that was trembling and about to freeze suddenly shook, and he burst out with the aura of a beast coming out of its cage. The muscles all over his body bulged high, and he was about to attack.
Rush towards the enemy's position.
Along the way, the two did not hide all the time. When faced with a situation where they had to take action, they would preemptively deal with the mage who discovered them to prevent themselves from being exposed.
"Don't be impulsive... That's the same breath as us..."
York was undoubtedly more cautious. At this moment, he seemed to have discovered something, and quickly reached out to stop the ogre king who was ready to attack.
After being blocked by York, the Ogre King stagnated, and then showed an unexpected look. Along the way, York, the hero with a keener perception, provided a lot of accurate information, and the Ogre King did not doubt everything he said.<
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"The same breath as ours? What do you mean..."
Just when the Ogre King wanted to say something, his body lay down at York's signal.
Under the cover of the wind and snow, the huge ogre king is not so eye-catching. In addition, the hero's remains on his body help him isolate all spell detection, making him even more difficult to detect.
Listening to the Ogre King's inquiry, York didn't say much, but nodded affirmatively. The knowledge he learned in Brakada was not forgotten by him. In his perception, it was the aura of undead creatures.
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Under the gaze of the two savage creatures, a cold light flashed in front of them, and the polished swords told their existence in this way.
"What is that?"
The one holding the sharp blade was a monster with the head of a human and the body of a snake with six arms. Badu looked at this scene blankly and murmured a question.
"Snake girl, or Naga...and also an undead creature..." Unlike the Ogre King, York recognized the origin of the creature at a glance.
Looking behind the Naga, he could faintly see more identical icy cold lights, which also made the hearts of the two barbaric creatures freeze.
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"Why is the road back to the Krulod Desert blocked by a group of Nagas?" Badu asked breathlessly, with full reluctance in his words. It was clear that his hometown was right in front of him, and he only needed to climb over the snow-capped mountains in front of him.
, you can return to your homeland, but this final road is blocked by a group of Nagas.
"Don't worry, the master has anticipated that accidents may happen and has arranged for legion members to protect us secretly. Have you forgotten?" York seemed to have thought of something and said proactively.
Listening to York's words, the Ogre King's eyes lit up. At this moment, he also thought of the protector in York's mouth, the powerful Scarlet Mage.
"Let me call him. It's time to draw on his power."
Before Badu could answer, York took out a sharpened bone knife from his arms and then cut open the palm of his left hand.
According to their previous agreement with the Scarlet Mage, once they encounter an enemy that they cannot deal with, as long as they spill blood, the Scarlet Mage will find a way to help them out of trouble. At this time, York did exactly this.
Time passed minute by minute, and the savage creature felt that the waiting time was so long, and after the long wait, the guardian who was supposed to appear was still missing.
"Damn it, I knew the mage's words were untrustworthy. The bloody mage must have deceived us. When I see him next time, I will definitely make him look good!"
As if he had thought of something, Badu showed an angry look. Rather than reporting the matter to his master and letting him decide the matter, he hoped to use his own power to teach the Scarlet Mage a profound lesson.
"Perhaps he encountered some accident..." York thought more. Recalling the Scarlet Mage, York did not think that he deliberately disobeyed his master's orders and deceived other members of the legion. York was more willing to believe him.
What accident happened over there?
In the wind and snow, the wound on York's palm had solidified. If he hadn't put his palm down, a bloody ice pick would have frozen under his palm.
While the two savage creatures were discussing, the Naga in front seemed to feel something. She stuck her head out and sniffed around.
As a creature that makes even mages feel troublesome, Naga has powerful biological instincts, and the extra arms on their bodies are not just for decoration. At this moment, the outermost Naga guards noticed York from the nuances contained in the cold wind.
The breath of blood flowing out.
After discovering this, the pupils in the Naga guard's eyes shrank into inverted triangles, revealing the face that once had the beauty of a human, but now looked like a mummy. She spit out a forked letter from her mouth, waved, and then called several people
Naga, who only had two arms, pointed at the wind and snow in the distance. The Naga who was summoned by her immediately took orders and started searching with weapons.
"No...they found us!"
York's expression changed. Unexpectedly, the action of cutting his palm did not bring them reinforcements from their own side, but instead aroused the enemy's awareness.
"Your wound." For this kind of thing, the Ogre King was undoubtedly more experienced. He quickly judged that the enemy judged the position through the smell of blood, and immediately tore a corner of the animal skin on his body and used it to secure it.
Wrap York's palm tightly.
The windy and snowy environment also provides certain conveniences for the movements of savage creatures. If the nearby vision was not poor and the violent wind and snow hindered the spread of smell, they might have been discovered by the enemy long ago. p>
"Let's retreat temporarily and report the news here to the master before we make a decision." Soon, York made the most appropriate decision at the moment. From a distance, the number of Nagas exceeded several hundred.
The number, just the number he saw in front of him, was beyond York's imagination. There must be more hidden in places that he could not detect.
Relying on his own strength alone, York could not pass through the Saint-Chanzel Mountains where the undead Nagas were entrenched with the ogres beside him, only one step away from the Clorode Desert.
, it is undoubtedly imperative to request support.