Well, it's just a daily routine, a way to maintain the iceberg's comfort level.
But for humans, it's a pretty good skill. It can unleash a torrent of ice and flame in one breath, making it at least a third-tier magic!
What the Frost Dragon fears is the human race. Their learning ability is no less than that of the elves, and the humans who embark on the Golden Path are a group of monsters. To the dragon, they are a hateful race!
"Tsk tsk, the ancient records are right, dragons are all stingy."
Interrupted from his studies, the old man regained his composure, glanced at the frost dragon with displeasure, and suddenly wanted to fight it.
Those who stand at the pinnacle of Nordic power have all earned their place through hard work and battles.
In the midst of war in Northern Europe, the gods naturally favored the brave believers!
Sensing the old man's intentions, the Frost Dragon flapped its wings and soared into the air at ten times the speed of sound, whipping up a blizzard as it fled.
Well, to be honest, he couldn't beat the old man, and the old man couldn't beat him either. It was a complete waste of time, and the old man even analyzed more of his skills during the battle. It was a huge loss!
Right now, let's take advantage of this once-every-four-years opportunity to search for the legendary item.
"Hey, that silly dragon just left like that?"
The old man looked on with suspicion as he watched the frost dragon flee without even a word of farewell, his face showing some regret.
It was rare that he temporarily set aside his important mission to secretly steal skills from the Frost Dragon, one of the Four Heavenly Kings. However, he only learned one of the three tiers of magic he had expected.
"My lord, the figure of that unknown demon king has appeared in the Land of Twilight. According to the sages' deductions, it may be related to the taboo that affected the five continents three thousand years ago."
The Templar Knight bowed respectfully and brought an envelope from an ancient sage. The envelope requested that one of the three enforcers of the Tower of Horus take action. He warned the sage to stop acting like a lazy old man and get to work, you bastard! He warned the sage that his grandson might go and get his great-granddaughter pregnant!
Amid the terror of the Templar Knights, the old man remained calm and composed. A hunting bow appeared in his hand, and he nocked an arrow and aimed it at the sky.
One arrow and your horse is dead!
After a moment's thought, the old man had a flash of inspiration and fired another arrow.
May your grandson and your horse die together!
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