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Chapter 442: The Iron-Skeleton Great White Dragon

The time has entered July, which is the season of midsummer in most places on the continent. It is located in the far north northwest of the Karak Empire. There is still a large area of ​​permafrost here.

The falling snow still gives people the feeling of the tip of a knife scraping their face.

Even if it's not a winter with biting winds and bone-chilling freezing temperatures, it still feels like winter here.

The pine trees on the ground are still covered with a lot of snow. From a distance, they look like ice crystals.

The cold wind blew across the continent, soaking everything here, but unfortunately it was carried away by a more powerful wind shield.

In the sky, Downs rode the wind-riding horse, but had to keep a distance from Guntea, Sanders and Matt.

He was helpless, his own wind-controlling horse was good at everything, but he couldn't see anyone from the good camp.

Those three guys didn't have pegasus to ride, so they could only hang under the beholder's pod and fly along.

Even though these big eyes have long been washed into the lawful neutral camp by Ren, the divine horse [Bole] still maintains considerable disgust towards them.

Sanders stared closely at the white glacier below. With the sparse black spots scattered on the glacier and the somewhat unreliable shape of the glacier, he tried hard to compare the terrain in the intelligence, and finally came to the conclusion: "I Lord, according to the intelligence, the dragon nest should be nearby. But it may not be a legendary ice cold, but a family of three."

Tangs frowned and shouted from ten meters away: "The frost smell here is too strong, affecting my perception."

Matt didn't feel anything: "It's okay. If the ice dragon dares to come out, I'll just pick the biggest one."

Wren's teachings to Matt followed the Rabbit family tradition.

It’s as simple and violent as Rabbit’s weapon instructions: choose the smallest one to release, and the largest one to hit!

This principle generally applies to nature: generally speaking, regardless of whether it eats meat or vegetarian food, the largest creature is the strongest.

Downs: "By the way, are we going to go directly to the dragon's nest this time or what?"

Matt took care of it: "It's so troublesome. I can just find a conspicuous place to stand on the hill opposite the Dragon's Nest."

Downs:? ? ?

Many things in the world are actually extremely simple and crude. Just like a dog butcher who kills many dogs, he will naturally have such an aura on his body that humans cannot sense, but once the dog gets close, he will naturally bark at him. This is an instinctive fear based on induction.

The same goes for Matt.

Although he doesn't have the buff of [Dragon Bane] like Ren, this guy eats a lot of dragon meat, makes many attacks, and even gets a [Dragon Enemy].

He didn't even need to take the initiative, he just stood there. To the dragon clan, he was as dazzling as a beacon in the dark night.

Who would be indifferent if a bright light shines on their face while sleeping in the middle of the night?

What's more, as top predators, dragons have a strong sense of territory. Not to mention places within five kilometers of the dragon's nest, some dragons regard the radius of a hundred kilometers around the dragon's nest as their own territory.

This kind of extremely primitive territorial competition can often only be decided by a fight. The winner will take the territory, and the loser will die or get out.

So Matt had a bug - from a human perspective, he just stood there, and as long as he was attacked by the dragon, it was a defensive counterattack that complied with the law of lawful neutrality. For the Dragon Clan, it was also a defensive counterattack. The identification of world law in this regard is quite vague.

Sure enough, as soon as the four of them reached an open space of about 2,000 square meters at the top of the mountain and stood there, temporarily letting go of their mounts, several powerful and intimidating dragon roars rang out from the top of the mountain opposite.

"Ow—"

The dragon roared for nine days, which should have been a very terrifying thing.

But who are these four guys?

He eats dragon meat almost every day!

Coincidentally, the white dragons on the opposite side also seemed to be stunned. As the most animalistic chromatic dragon, even if the white dragon is promoted to the legendary level, it seems that its IQ is just that.

For some 'hateful human beings who come to provoke us without knowing what they can do', their reaction is the simplest and most direct - kill!

The violent airflow falling from mid-air was the ice storm brought by the dragon wings. In an instant, three huge white shadows passed across the sky.

Accompanied by an extremely angry roar, a white cloud suddenly pressed down from mid-air and tended to get bigger and bigger.

The largest white dragon among them started fighting as soon as it came up, and used its most powerful ice breath to rush towards Matt's position and crash down straight down.

A cold cloud that could freeze their souls and bodies instantly shrouded their heads. A year ago, the four of them would have been frightened. But now, Matt's reaction was: That's it?

The air flow raised by the ice breath blew away a piece of the small forest on the top of the mountain, but Matt stood still. He squinted his eyes in the sand and dust brought up by the violent eddy, raised his palms in the direction of the dragon, and suddenly shouted.

"Hands are two doors!"

Only two red lights suddenly appeared, and a pair of large flaming hands with an area of ​​about ten square meters were pushed flatly in front of the four Matts.

In the face of the more condensed arcane energy, the ice wind of at least minus 100 degrees Celsius was evaporated, first turning into liquid droplets, and then vaporizing, turning into a hot wind that dispersed in all directions.

Don't think this is the end!

The next moment everyone saw a big blue foot rising from the ground and going straight to kick the white dragon-faced door in mid-air. In full view of everyone, the big elemental foot, which even a 4000-size shoe couldn't handle, hit the ice dragon's face just right.

The impact of the dragon's high-speed dive was almost fatal as it collided with the upward-facing leg in the opposite direction.

As the saying goes, when two strong forces meet, the weak one becomes a energy-absorbing box.

Bailong was hit so hard by hundreds of tons of force that half of his head collapsed.

Zuo Long's face collapsed, and countless long and short dragon teeth were kicked off and flew out.

Only then did the other three people hear the second half of Matt's sentence: "Fight the dragon with your feet!"

Matt's rampage continued.

Before the miserable Brother Long could react, the two giant flaming hands in front of Matt disappeared, and the other two big purple-blue arcane hands appeared out of thin air, like naughty children grabbing the neck of the village goose. He grabbed the dragon's neck and turned his other hand into a big bag to slap the dragon hard on the face.

The violent "cry of persuasion to surrender" resounded throughout the sky.

"Do you surrender? I'm asking you if you surrender!?"

With a slap, the longan fell off.

Two slaps, the faucet is dented.

Three slaps, brains splattered everywhere.

Matt's [Dragon-Subduing Ten Slaps] had only been used three times, and the newly legendary ice dragon died.

The three people next to them looked dumbfounded, but the barbarian Gantia was the most active in thinking: "What a strong and iron-clad white dragon, but he would rather die than surrender. Since it refuses to surrender, we cannot waste its loyalty and courage. This... How about roasting it and eating it?"

"Okay!" The three guys said in unison.
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ps. I had a bit of a cold last night and was feeling groggy. When I woke up early in the morning, I discovered that the automatic update time for this chapter was set at the wrong time. I am guilty...

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