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Chapter 451: 0450

Ken and Aron ride across the dome on two bought snow lizards.

After inspecting the emblem of [Janzeris Magician], the orc sentry of Frengundo chose to let it go all the way. Even the monster pet that seemed to be able to bite off a human head did not bark twice.

Shaking off the possible eyeliner, several people came to a temporary camp.

Aaron paid a sum of money to the elf adventurer who was in charge of taking care of the goods, and then came to the rear with Ken in a hoodie.

[Creature: Wind Rock Wurm]

[Description: A rare flying monster in the north, who lives on wind-eroded cliffs all year round. He has an arrogant personality and doesn't like being disturbed by humans. 】

The creatures that can be called sub-dragons have more wisdom flowing in their blood.

It obviously still remembers Ken Bouvier, spread its long and narrow wings, and a strong wind rose from the temporary camp. Its yellow-green pupils glanced at the ants below it, and the dark shadow passed through the smoke from the campfire. At the end, he jumped into the sky through the air.

"How does it feel, Mr. Keen, not many people can enjoy the joy of passing through the clouds."

A faint magic shield rose in front of Aaron, and there was nothing abnormal in the high speed and thin air.

Ken was also enjoying this moment of peace and happiness, and then asked him: "Can you send me up one more time, near the clouds where Poro exists."

"Oh, I didn't realize that you can tell Bolu apart."

The arrogant Aaron didn't hide his surprise at all, but he rejected Ken's request.

"First of all, my magic depends on the surrounding weather conditions. If you want to go up, you must conjure up a monsoon tornado for me. Secondly, don't just absorb the bolu in the clouds, or you will be destroyed. Achievements on the magical path."

As the top magician in the north, he kindly reminded him.

The Fengyan Wurm shuttles through the night very fast, almost passing through the shattered undead tide battlefield in the blink of an eye.

[The night when the breath of life is weak is the most active time for hunting. 】

Ken looked down from the rhythmically opening and closing dragon wings, and there were countless black dots moving on the battlefield, and there were countless monsters circling and spitting out waves of magic flames, obliterating the only vitality left.

The land of Palotusbi, famous for its snow, was now covered in dark red and scorched black.

Ken raised his head and looked forward. The abyss and ravine where he had fought during the day was close in front of him, and the defense line of the tribal camp had advanced dozens of miles along the mountain road.

The brilliant record Huoser created today is jaw-dropping.

No wonder several battle banners were not recorded on the badge of meritorious service. Otherwise, relying on this level of disparity, it would be equivalent to searching for treasures treasured by the tribes in disguise.

Aaron drives the area dedicated to beast mounts where the Wind Rock Wurm falls.

He has a high status, has an independent docking position, and his mount enjoys the best meat feed materials, and he has a sense of privacy-after all, Huoser's cronies often go to do some important and confidential things for the tribe.

Aaron brought Ken to the glacier as agreed.

They bypassed the defense of their own scouts and headed toward the end of the more remote crack. The reason why they chose to walk was to keep a low profile enough on the one hand, and to wait for the person in the mist space to keep up with them.

Although Ailon felt a little strange, he still followed the instructions. After all, the aftertaste of mist floating in the air is so obvious.

"Why do you always feel that this space magic is a bit unfamiliar?"

He finally couldn't help muttering a few words.

Fortunately, it was already some distance away from the camp, and other high-level mages in the tribe had something to do, so they either went to various places to fight the enemy.

Otherwise, relying on the few wisps of fluctuations that were caught just now, it would have been surrounded as a southern border spy.

They finally came to the position to kill the dragon.

Ken stepped on the crevice of the glacier and looked down—the dead leader of the hunter was still stuck in the crevice, and did not dissipate and condense into prisms. It seemed that the metal embedded in it on his forehead played a role.

Only then did Aaron realize that he had come prepared.

He was about to ask for details when ripples of space magic came from behind him.

The young and extremely talented magician was like a light on his back, and his body collapsed in an instant, and he was a little at a loss, even his breathing was a little confused because of the sudden surprise.

"You guys are really fast."

Wei walked out with a bit of exhaustion, wearing a white slim-fit sorcerer's robe, like the only snow left in the scorched black soil.

Aaron was a little surprised at first, then turned his head with an expression of disbelief: "Wei?"

"Well, long time no see, annoying guy."

"Why are you?"

Aaron ignored the ridicule in her mouth, but instead asked with a certain kind of extremely strong loss.

"It's me," Wei raised her head, her movements were dignified, her expression as cold as moonlight. "It's always been me, it's always been me, I swear I didn't see you climb up the window sill and blow yourself out."

Aaron clenched his fists, his whole face twisted together.

He knelt down slowly on the ground in excruciating pain, and then punched the ground with his fist. The shape of his mouth exposed from the side seemed to say several rather vulgar and dirty words in succession.

"Are you okay?" Ken asked.

"not good at all!"

Ai Long jumped up angrily, rushed forward to question, but was a little ashamed and angry, and did not dare to curse because of the identity of the other party.

"I helped you keep Thornton Kaya's secrets away, and I took over the job of warring to monitor you, and now I even listened to your nonsense, and took you through the tribe's defense line at the risk of being expelled from Janzelis ..."

He was talking incoherently, almost crying.

Ken said sadly: "God, how can I thank you, what a touching friendship."

"You... huh, but you actually fooled me."

Aaron almost choked with heartache.

"Hey, grow up, kid, what am I fooling you about, from mist to adventure, I'm not lying, and we have important things to do tonight."

Ken's reassurance didn't seem to be working.

Aaron had already waved his hands and no longer believed his words, and walked back. "No matter what you are planning, go now, and I will accompany you back to the tavern and hotel."

Ken shook his head. "But we're already here."

Aaron shrugged his shoulders, frowned, and showed an incomprehensible expression: "So what, boss, there are Janzeles patrolling night owls around here, you will be found and arrested."

"Then you conceal my identity, and the betrayal of the tribe will be exposed."

Ken folded his arms and became more and more calm.

He even felt like giving up struggling, his voice became louder, and his walking posture became more arrogant. He passed the magician, and swaggered back along the way he came from.

"Maybe you will be scolded, but you won't be able to contact the core of the tribe, and you won't have the identity to connect with the Uncoverer organization."

Aaron's face turned from green to purple.

(End of this chapter)