Warm Dragon

The only shortcoming of the Thunder Beast Cart is that it is slow, and cannot compare to the lightness and speed of the horse-drawn car.

Basically, a horse-drawn car can pass three to four cold springs a day, but a Thunder Beast Cart can only run two cold springs from morning to night.

Originally, it only took three or four days for a horse-drawn car to run a trip on the Mountain and River Trade Road, but it took five or six days for a Thunder Beast Cart.

As time goes by, the variables increase.

Therefore, Thunder Beast Carts can only run a short trade route around the hot summer season. During the ice age and before and after the ice age, Thunder Beasts rarely run trade routes and only transport goods within the territory.

But even if it is just a few short trips of Thunder Beast Carts, the goods transported are enough to match the annual cargo volume of horse-drawn cars.

Especially for large quantities of resources such as coal and grain, Thunder Beast Carts are not enough to solve.

The horizon is not dark yet, but it is not enough to support the third cold spring, so the caravan stationed in the second cold spring in advance.

Russell stood bored in the ice and snow sentry tower above the patio, looking at the surrounding environment from a distance.

He had only passed by this cold spring before and had never stayed there.

"Is that the snow forest over there, in the northwest?" He saw a layer of gray lines around the snow line in the northwest.

"Yes." Eric replied in a muffled voice.

"Is it the snow forest..." Russell looked at the sky and wanted to go for a walk in the snow forest, but he also wanted to wait until dark and ride the little dream dragon to look for it.

Just at this time.

Suddenly, a faint and strange murmur came from his ears. It was not made by the phantom beasts guarding the caravan, but a strange phantom beast whispered: "Humans come and go in a hurry. I just need to hide in the snow forest for one night and go back tomorrow."

"Hmm?" Russell narrowed his eyes and stared at the gray line on the horizon.

Although the whisper of this phantom beast was slight, the tone was very clear, and the expression of words was very organized.

It was much more pleasant to the ear than the demented whisper of the dark scorpion.

Of course, what really excited Russell was that he heard the whispers of a wild fantasy beast in the snow forest ahead.

"Eric."

"My Lord."

"How about accompanying me to the snow forest?"

Eric looked at the sky and said in a muffled voice: "My Lord, you have to go quickly and come back quickly."

"Okay, let's go for a walk." Russell said nothing and followed Eric back to the cold spring point, rode on the warhorse he had just fed, and galloped to the snow forest northwest.

Kevin, the golden and silver wolfhound, and Jerry, the red-eyed rat king, accompanied them.

At this time, Lord Marcus just came up to inspect the sentry. Seeing Russell and Eric leave, he shouted to the sentry knight: "Where are they going?"

"Lord Russell and Lord Eric are going to take a walk in the snow forest."

"Nonsense!"

"My Lord, are you going to chase them back?" the knight asked.

Marcus frowned, looking at the two riders getting smaller and smaller, and said coldly: "No need, let them mess around!"

"Yes, sir." The knights stopped asking.

Marcus did not return to the cold spring point. He was worried about Russell and had to keep an eye on him so that he could quickly provide support if something happened.

No matter how unhappy he was with Russell, Russell was also the son of Baron Roman. If Russell had an accident, he would not be able to explain to Baron Roman.

...

The snow forest came in a flash.

The light of the setting sun on the horizon, through a little wind and snow, sprinkled in this not-so-large coniferous forest, creating a mottled light and shadow effect.

Although it was not big, it would take more than half an hour to walk around, and Russell obviously did not have the time.

Moreover, he did not have the ice hail beads in his hand, so he could not activate the dream gaze skill, so he could only take a quick look around.

Obviously, there was no gain from this circle.

He could not find the whispering phantom beast, nor could he see any signs of a goblin living in the tree, so he had no choice but to turn back.

Just as the warhorse was about to take a step, a strange whisper came from his ear: "Light golden hair, I like this person. If I can see him again, I hope he can touch my horn, but the premise is that he can find me."

"Hmm?" Russell stopped the warhorse.

"Sir." Eric rushed out a few steps before reacting and turning his horse's head, "Is there anything going on?"

"No." Russell narrowed his eyes.

He suspected that the whisper of the phantom beast just now was a provocation. This phantom beast with a horn thought he couldn't find it.

If the sunset in the sky was not about to fall below the snow line, he would definitely turn this snow forest upside down.

He stared at the snow forest deeply.

Russell then slowly drove his warhorse and continued to gallop towards the cold spring point, saying, "Eric."

"My lord, please give me your orders."

"I always feel that there is a gaze in this snow forest watching you and me. This is a strong feeling that makes me feel uneasy."

"Huh?" Eric didn't understand, "I don't have this feeling."

"I do, that's enough. Tomorrow morning, you get up early and call me, and we'll explore this snow forest again."

Although he didn't think it was necessary, since Russell had given the order, Eric naturally carried it out unconditionally: "Yes, my lord."

Just at this moment, Russell heard a strange murmur in his ear again: "The snow forest is so cold. Although I'm not afraid of the cold, I hate the cold, and those ugly blue-green monsters... How nice it would be if I could light a fire."

This made Russell think: "This unicorn beast is afraid of the cold? Should I go to the snow forest tomorrow morning to light a fire and lure it out?"

Thinking all the way, he returned to the cold spring point.

Lord Marcus was standing on the sentry tower. Seeing the two people return, he asked coldly: "Sir Russell, as a caravan guard knight, it is not a good habit to leave the caravan at will. You put yourself and the caravan in danger!"

"I am relieved that Sir Marcus is guarding the caravan." Russell responded lightly, "and I just went to the snow forest for a stroll, and I came back quickly, and I didn't delay anything."

"No this time, but I can't guarantee it next time."

"Don't you still have you?"

"This is the rule of caravan guards, Russell!"

"I'm still learning, Sir Marcus." Russell looked at Marcus, his tone was flat, but his attitude was tough.

Marcus stared at him coldly and said, "I will report your behavior to the Baron truthfully."

"Please." Russell responded.

"Take care of yourself!" Marcus turned and entered the patio.

It was just a small matter, but he was obviously emotional.

Although he had already admitted that Malena was not worthy of Russell, he was still holding a grudge against Russell for looking down on his daughter. So he was not happy with Russell no matter how he looked at him, and he just took this opportunity to vent his anger.

Russell knew this very well.

"Sir, will you continue to explore the Snow Forest tomorrow morning?" Eric asked.

"Why not." Russell smiled, "Lord Marcus is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He will protect the caravan. In addition to studying, my father wanted me to see the world in the Red Castle."

He pointed to the carriage not far away and said, "Besides, I have to give the White Dew Rain Dragon cigar to the Grand Duke."

"Yes." Eric nodded.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Go to bed early tonight. We will get up early tomorrow to go to the Snow Forest. If we find a fantasy beast, we will make a fortune!" Russell finished his rough dinner and got into his sleeping bag.

If he went to bed early, he could explore the snow forest earlier at night to determine what the phantom beast was and where it was hiding.

Besides, Little Dream Dragon was still waiting for a big meal.