The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

Snow City, the capital of the Frost Kingdom.

This city, which is winter all year round, is located in the center of the entire Frost Kingdom - the Snow Plain.

The biting cold wind of the snowy land and the ice bricks produced by the eternal frozen soil built the skeleton of the Snow City. The caravans that came and went brought a lot of food and supplies, injecting a touch of warm blood into this cold city.

As an extremely cold area with a temperature below 0 degrees all year round, most of the supplies in the entire Snow City depend on the supply of national reserves and foreign caravans.

This also led to the extremely high status of grain merchants in this city. Even nobles dared not offend those big grain merchants.

But recently, this situation suddenly changed.

On a trade road seven kilometers away from Snow City.

Dozens of herds of unicorn moose pulled hundreds of specially made six-wheeled trucks, and under the protection of hundreds of caravans and mercenaries around them, they slowly drove in this icy and snowy land.

"Wow--"

The leading unicorn moose suddenly shook his head.

"Ding-ling-ding-ling~~~"

A crisp bell sounded from the thick mane under its neck, and then the entire caravan paused in a very rhythmic manner.

All the caravan members quickly came to the moose, rubbing their hands, as if waiting for something.

Soon

"Swish--"

Two long white mists blew out of the thick and slender nostrils of the one-horned moose leader, bringing a rare warm breath to the extremely cold snow.

In an instant, the people around were like roasting a stove, and they all put their black and purple fingers in the area where the moose was breathing.

Those black faces that were frozen dry and peeling showed a rare enjoyment.

The one-horned moose is a special snow creature.

Their special long nasal passages can quickly heat the cold air during inhalation, so that the air will not be too cold when it reaches the lungs.

This mechanism is indeed wonderful, but it consumes their own heat and physical strength.

In order to save physical strength, wild moose often breathe once every half an hour.

The trained professional caravan unicorns can breathe once an hour!

And this time is also the interval for the caravan to rest.

On the vast land covered with snow, the Silver Deer Caravan is stopping to rest.

People are busy solving their own needs while the moose is breathing.

Among this group of dark-skinned rough men, two beautiful figures in snow-white cotton clothes are particularly eye-catching.

They are sitting in the truck

Their eyes are revealed under the white velvet hats, sweeping across the calm snowfield.

All mercenaries are careful to keep a certain distance from the two women when they move, and dare not exceed a point.

This is the sequelae of the two of them "hitchhiking" before, and it is also the order of the new mercenary group leader.

Not far away

A young mercenary who has just reached adulthood is pacing back and forth, showing a little nervousness and hesitation in his expression.

He looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the equipment he carries shows that he is still a newcomer.

Finally, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, and walked towards the two women.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a sharp ice spike suddenly emerged from the ground, blocking the young mercenary's way.

"What's the matter?"

The woman in the car who was resting with her eyes closed spoke coldly.

The young mercenary held a deerskin wine bag in his hand, trembling slightly, but full of hope.

"That... honorable lady, would you like to drink some mare's milk wine?"

The young mercenary's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for people around him to hear.

His tone was a little stuttering because of nervousness, but it could be seen that he was trying to be polite.

As soon as the voice fell

"Swish!——"

"You are quite courageous~~"

A burst of high and low whistles sounded from all directions.

The rough mercenaries whistled one after another, laughing and sending "goodwill" blessings to their colleagues.

The two women in the car looked at each other, obviously not expecting that after killing the lustful mercenary leader, someone would dare to approach them.

Human heart.

One of them gently lifted the white wool scarf around her neck, revealing a stunning smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, little guy."

Elizabeth propped up her chin and looked at the uneasy young mercenary in front of her with interest.

Her voice was like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, gentle and kind with a hint of charm:

"But we don't drink~~~If you have hot coffee, we will be more grateful."

The response of the girl in front of him made the young mercenary relax a little, but the other party's request made him a little dumbfounded.

Where can I get hot coffee in this icy and snowy weather?

"Well, I...I'll go find it."

The young mercenary scratched his head, blushed, and showed an uneasy smile.

"Shh~~~~"

"Can you do it, Klein!"

The companions on the side immediately laughed "kindly".

When the young mercenary took a few steps back and left the vicinity of the two girls, an old mercenary immediately stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, whispering:

"Come on, kid, don't stutter next time you confess your feelings!"

"I, I didn't, I just..."

The young mercenary blushed and tried to explain his behavior.

But seeing the "I understand" expressions on the faces of the people around him, he had no way to defend himself, and could only run away in a panic through the crowd.

As he ran, he thought to himself: "Next time you go on a mission, you must bring coffee with you!"

The poor simple guy just has the habit of carrying coffee with him.

It wasn't until middle age that he figured out that the woman's words were just a tactful rejection.

The incident involving the young mercenary was like an inadvertent episode, quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be seen, the mercenaries continued to go about their business.

Smoking, drinking, and eating, which are prohibited behaviors in regular mercenary missions, are common in the snow, and no one will care about them.

But there is only one thing that must not be violated.

That’s rest time!

In the snow, unless you set up camp, you can never rest for too long.

Because once you rest for a long time, there is a risk of death.

The uneducated old mercenaries don't understand what hypothermia is.

All they knew was that there was an invisible god of death in the snow.

Once you stay outside the tent for too long, you are likely to be targeted by the god of death.

People who are stared at by the God of Death often do all kinds of incredible things, and even worse, they even go crazy and take off all their clothes in the cold wind, committing suicide.

"suck--"

After about a few minutes of rest

The moose, which had had enough oxygen, started off again under the urging of the driver, and the crowd started to move accordingly.

This level 1 monster with excellent cold resistance, physical strength and load capacity is the most common mount in the polar regions, and it is also the soul of the entire caravan.

There are no more these natural "snow elves".

Even the most experienced caravan bosses find it difficult to cross the snowy plains and safely transport supplies to their destinations.

"Zhiqua——"

"Huh-ha-"

The heavy iron and wooden wheels pressed against the snow, drawing two straight parallel lines.

The sound of the bearings rotating, people's heavy breathing, and the rustle of cotton boots on the snow mixed together into a symphony called "wealth."

Caravan members wearing thick cotton clothes and patterned hats followed the car, stepping on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, looking back from time to time to see if there were any laggard vehicles.

Occasionally, the leading mercenary captain will check the status of the personnel.

The mercenary group that often goes on snow missions is never full.

Every time we travel, there are always a few new mercenaries hanging at the end of the team because of laziness. They accidentally get lost in this polar region, and eventually become humanoid ice sculptures that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

This is something that experienced mercenary captains and caravans have long been accustomed to.

People, here, don't matter.

The goods packed in the car were things more valuable than their lives.

Now, they are less than ten miles away from Snow City.

If there are fewer people left behind at this time, the mercenary captain will most likely not care.

It happened to be missing a penny!

an hour later

Shuangyue, who had closed her eyes and rested her mind all the way in the truck, suddenly slowly opened her eyes.

A city made entirely of ice bricks appeared before her.

Under the sunlight, the city walls of Snow City shine like crystal, giving people a strange and magnificent feeling.

Looking at the crystal clear city wall in front of her, Shuangyue said calmly:

"This is Snow City."

Her voice was cold and clear, like a stream flowing between ice and snow:

"It's also what you're looking for, the base camp of the snow elves."

beside her

Elizabeth also slowly opened her charming peach blossom eyes.

She raised her chin slightly and looked at the city in front of her, a dangerous light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"It is indeed here."

Elizabeth murmured softly, with a little disgust and disdain in her tone:

"Even from such a distance, I can clearly smell the stink of that bitch..." (End of Chapter)