Chapter 124 The cold wave has arrived
The dark world was swallowed up by the biting cold wind and the vast white snow.
The sled moves quickly through the snow.
The three sled dogs howled manically, as if they were feeling extremely depressed and frightened.
In an instant, the sky was shrouded in darkness, with flying snow pouring down from the sky. The visibility became extremely poor. The bottom frame of the sled cut through the snow, and the strong wind broke through, leaving a terrifying echo in the ears.
Gray stood on the driving platform at the back of the sled, with her hands on the steering column to control the direction. The reins extending from the pole were connected to the chest straps of Alaska, Husky, and Samoyed. Their three speeding backs were in the dark blizzard. becomes extremely blurry.
"Yeats, I can't see the direction clearly!" Gray shouted nervously.
“Calm down, don’t let go!” Yeats was sitting on the sled chair near the front of the sled, close to the dog team. With his eagle eye skills, he could see through the vast wind and snow, and shouted, “Go to the left, down the slope and then to the right! "
Gray tried to steady the bumpy sled. The sky became darker and darker, the snow became more intense, and even Yeats couldn't see ahead.
"Blizzard!" Gray's voice was almost drowned in the strong wind.
There was a loud roar, like thunder exploding from the sky, and Yeats heard the terrifying roar again. If Gray guessed correctly, it was the awakening dragon!
The blizzard was like a furious beast, devouring the sight of the two of them. The sled was shaking precariously in the blizzard. Yeats said loudly: "Gray, there is a back slope, go and take shelter!"
"I'm trying!" Gray gritted his teeth and tried his best to drive the sled to change direction. At this moment, the hillside rumbled loudly, the deafening roar was like the fury of the snow-capped mountains, and the vibrations with destructive power spread rapidly in all directions.
Avalanche!
Yeats's pupils contracted and he shouted, "Go to the cave over there!"
"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!" Gray shouted.
A huge white wave rolled down the hillside with majestic power. The threat of death enveloped the three sled dogs, Yeats and Gray. At this moment, the three idiots broke out at an astonishing running speed. Almost at the moment when he was about to be swallowed by the avalanche, he dragged the sleigh to the entrance of the cave.
The sled barely avoided the main avalanche, but the violent vibrations nearly threw Gray off.
Yeats's face changed. Just before Gray was about to be swallowed by the white death-like wave, the Locks of the Wild Hunt were condensed in his palms.
Crack!
The chain wrapped around Gray's waist and dragged her to Yeats.
The two of them squeezed into the narrow entrance of the cave close to each other, their chests rising and falling, and their rapid breathing fell in each other's ears.
Gray rested her head on Yeats's shoulder, shocked: "I thought I was going to die——"
Boom! boom!
Avalanches are like layers of waves. The second and third waves of avalanches hit the cave. Yeats signaled the three sled dogs to go deeper into the cave, but the three sled dogs shook their heads crazily.
From the depths of the cave, a strong scent of beasts floated up. Yeats recognized the scent of hibernating bears and said with a wry smile: "I'm really going to die now."
Deep in the cave, a pair of eerie eyes opened. With green eyes, a brown bear covered with magic patterns walked out of the darkness. It exuded a three-ring aura. It was a hibernating rune bear!
As a rune bear with strong magic resistance, its power is also enhanced by the runes on its body. It is a very difficult existence among the leader-level monsters!
Run Bear was still half sleepy and half awake. He shook his head, squinted his eyes and looked at Yeats and his group for a long time, then tilted his head in confusion.
Yeats glanced at the snow waves outside the cave that had gradually eased, and laughed twice:
"Brother Bear, please go back to sleep, we are just passing by..."
The Rune Bear gradually came back to his senses, bared his fangs, and a fierce green light appeared in his eyes.
At this moment.
Gray roared at the Rune Bear.
The Rune Bear suddenly became depressed and huddled in a corner of the cave, taking the initiative to make room for Yeats and his party.
Yeats looked at Gray in astonishment: "What's going on?"
Gray's face turned red and she scratched her head: "It must have mistaken me for the white dragon that woke up in the mountains."
Yeats: "..."
The fox is pretending to be the tiger, ah, no, the dragon is pretending to be the dragon? "I can confirm with a high probability that the blizzard and avalanche were caused by the awakening of the white dragon." Gray asked uncertainly, "So, Yeats... what should we do now?"
Yeats frowned. In order to avoid the avalanche, he had gone further and further away from the territory, and had probably entered the Jueling Mountains.
When Isidora wakes up, Teacher Candela will definitely take action... Yeats secretly thought... What Gray and I have to do is just to ensure our own safety.
We don’t know how long this war will last. Staying in this cave that may be affected is not a long-term solution after all.
In the mountains, Yeats can be sure that a place will not be threatened by snowstorms and avalanches.
That is the location of the divine domain of the Goddess of Winter, the Temple of Winter.
Yeats made up his mind and said: "When the snow stops a little, we will rush to the Winter Temple. It will be safer there with the divinity of the Winter Goddess and the protection of the guardian beast."
Grey Worried: "But what if even the Winter Temple collapses?"
Yeats looked strange.
Please stop being so cunning, Gray!
At this time, Yeats felt a weak mana wave emitted from the magic network around him, as if it was a short message from Candela.
Yeats opened his soul realm to receive this text message, and Candela's worried voice sounded in his mind.
"Yeats, where are you now?"
"Teacher, Gray and I are trapped in a cave in the Jueling Mountains due to an avalanche. We are going to take refuge in the Winter Temple later. , My life is safe for the time being," Yeats replied.
"Okay..." Candela seemed to be relieved, "I have a teleportation array in the Winter Temple, and I will come over to join you when the bone dragon is eliminated."
"Bone dragon? Did the white dragon Isidora appear in the form of a bone dragon?" Yeats asked in surprise.
"It is still full of resentment towards the Winter Goddess. Even if its body rots, its soul has never dissipated." Candela said coldly, "Although it was a legendary monster in life, all that remains is a six-ringed skeleton. I'm here to send it on its way! ”
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Morning Frost Ridge.
In front of the Lord's Mansion, Phokas looked at the snow-capped mountains with a worried look on his face.
Dark clouds pressed over the mountains, echoing the roars of wild beasts.
But no beast crossed the mountains to attack the territory, as if there was an invisible barrier covering the Jueling Mountains, trapping them all in the mountains.
At this time, Yeats's voice sounded in his ears.
"Fokas, I'm in the mountains now, you don't have to worry."
Fokas was startled for a moment, and then he looked shocked. This is the young master's text messaging technique!
"Master, where are you? I will go into the mountain to rescue you right now!"
"No need! Fokas, the number of times I can use the SMS spell is limited, you don't have to take risks!"
The voice gradually dissipated, and Fokas remained silent for a while, walking silently to the stable, staring at A radish leaning over the feed.
"Is there no news about Yeats yet? Your Excellency Phokas?" Herod walked out of the lord's mansion, wearing plate armor and holding an eagle helmet, and asked.
"I just received a text message from the young master. He said he was trapped in the Jueling Mountains, but he did not tell me his exact location..." Fokas whispered.
Hilud's eyes flickered, he glanced in the direction of the Jueling Mountains, and said: "I can probably guess where Yeats is... I'll go find him."
Phokas hesitated to speak, handed the reins of Carrot to Hilud, and said: "Then I'll leave it to you, Sir Hilud!"
Hilud stroked Carrot's snow-white mane, hoarsely. Said: "This trip is to rescue Yeats, can you run faster..."
Carrot snorted, his eyes were rare and serious, and he nodded vigorously.
Hilud rode on the snow-white Roland war horse, with a determined gaze, put on an eagle helmet, and a bloody battle robe to hunt with the wind: "Drive!"
(End of this chapter)