Dean thought for a moment but slowly turned away. He threw the broken bottle in his hand on the snow.
He followed the battle route back to the forest by the lake. Before he got close, he could smell the faint smell of blood. If it weren't for the low temperature here, the smell would be even more obvious. Soon, he saw the place where the warriors of the hunting group were lying in ambush. There were broken ice and wreckage everywhere. There was half a frozen head with a frozen expression. There were also broken arms and sternum. In addition, there was also blood splashed on the white leaves, which had been covered with a faint layer of ice, like bloody spots.
Dudian glanced at the ground. There weren't many corpses left. He estimated that there were at most 100 corpses. In other words, there were more than 200 people alive. However most of them had already left this place. The Ice dragon was chasing him and didn't pay attention to them. That was why they had the opportunity to leave.
Dean was silent as he looked at the frozen arm in his hand. He could tell from the armor that it was Buck's arm.
His body was frozen and fell into the forest after being kicked by Dean. However, Dean only found his arm. He didn't see any other limbs. He felt that Barkel was probably not dead. Maybe he had left.
Dean sighed. He was also one of them. Sometimes he could see clearly, but he might not be able to do it alone.
Dean looked at the frozen lake in the distance. He estimated that the old dragon was recuperating inside the lake. He was unwilling to give up. He had given up on snatching the Ice worm but later on he found out that the old dragon wasn't as powerful as he had imagined. He had underestimated his own strength. He felt that he should be a bit stronger than the abyss experts. Moreover he could use Aisha's flame to restrain the ice fog attack of the Ice dragon. He should be able to contend for one or two.
Although his chest was almost pierced and he died on the spot, the dragon's tail was broken. Both sides were injured.
"If this place is close to the giant wall then I can take the steel from the wall to make several traps …" Dean's eyes lit up as he looked at the surrounding woods. He had a glimmer of idea to hunt and kill the ice dragon.
Hunting monsters by relying on head-on combat was the stupidest method. Previously, Horani, Baker and others were here, and the warriors of the hunting group were not Dean's subordinates. Dean didn't say much. In fact, he felt that with so many pioneers cooperating, they could create a trap swamp nearby. Even if the strength of the Ice Dragon was twice as strong, it would still lose a layer of skin.
At that time, he was worried that the Arctic Ice Dragon would not be able to withstand a single blow from the combination of the four Abyssals, the Pioneer Warriors, and the Ruler. If the Arctic Ice Dragon was quickly killed, it would be their turn to fight for the Arctic Ice Worm. Therefore, he did not say much during the ambush. His purpose was to consume the warriors of Horani's hunting group, and at the same time, take the opportunity to see their true trump cards.
However, the situation was reversed at the beginning of the battle. The subsequent changes were too fast. It was too late to organize everyone to carry out an effective ambush, leading to a one-sided massacre.
Dean felt that this annihilation had something to do with his selfishness. If he was the leader, with so many people present, he could kill the old dragon even with his eyes closed.
Now they were massacred and suffered heavy losses. Dean felt some regret in his heart, but he didn't feel guilty or blame himself. He believed that Baker and Monica also had the same idea. Even Holly was aware of their idea. He deliberately cooperated with them to weaken the number of warriors of the hunting group. He didn't carry out trap making and hunting preparation for a long time in advance.
It was a pity that the Arctic Frost Dragon's display of power made their petty schemes seem laughable and pathetic.
Now that he was the only one here, Dean felt that there was a chance to trap and kill the old dragon. It was just that it would take more time for him to prepare the trap.
In the ancient primitive period, there was a great disparity between the strength of humans and beasts. But they dared to fight with bloodthirsty beasts with a wooden spear. This was the will to survive and the spirit of hunters. Now the strength gap between Dean and the dragon was smaller than the gap between a normal human and a tiger. It wasn't a one-sided massacre. At least he could fight back.
So he felt that there was no reason for him to retreat.
In the past few days, Dean had been thinking about this matter. He was hesitant, but finally decided to return to this place to see the situation. The lake was calm and there was nothing to see. But he felt that it was necessary to try. After all, if he succeeded and got the ice worm then his strength would increase a lot. At this point, he couldn't rely on the resources inside the giant wall to enhance his strength. He could only seek opportunities in the wilderness outside the giant wall.
The adventure he was taking now was also to prepare for his arrival in the Divine Kingdom in the future. In a place where humans lived, power was needed even more. This kind of opportunity could only be encountered by chance, not sought. He did not want to be bullied and schemed against in the Divine Kingdom because he was too weak. That was another cruel world, and the price of being weak was also bloody.
Dean and Aisha sat down at the edge of the forest. He looked at the surrounding environment and thought about the layout of the trap. Although the dragon's body was hard and invulnerable, it could still cause a lot of damage and impact if the tree was used as an arrow and the vine as a bow. If one tree wasn't enough then he could use ten trees. The force of the ejection from the tree wouldn't be good.
Moreover, the size of the dragon was huge. Although its flying speed was very fast but it wasn't flexible enough. These were its weaknesses.
In the blink of an eye, a few hours passed. Dean thought of several hunting plans. He was about to get up and cut down the trees to make the trap. Suddenly he felt the ground tremble slightly. His heart jumped as he looked at the lake.
Two to three seconds later, the calm surface of the lake suddenly bulged. The ice on the surface of the lake quickly shattered, and a huge figure leaped out of the lake, water splashing everywhere. Its huge scissor-like wings spread open, and it landed on the shore of the lake. It was the Arctic Frost Dragon!
Dean's pupils shrank as he held his breath.
This Arctic Frost Dragon's tail had grown out, but it was much shorter than the previous one. After it landed on the shore, it shook its body and walked into the forest ahead. Its dragon claws rumbled on the ground, and its voice was low.
Dean was relieved. He almost thought that the dragon was aware of his presence. He was ready to turn around and run away if he didn't see that the dragon was on the opposite side of the lake.
"It's healing speed is quite fast. Is it coming ashore to look for food?" Dean's eyes lit up. The last battle was more intense. These large monsters needed tons of food to supplement their physical consumption. It was normal for them to hunt for food.
Dean didn't leave. He was going to wait for the dragon to return to the lake.
After waiting for two or three hours, Dean thought that the old dragon had abandoned its nest and migrated. But the dragon didn't land on the shore. It plunged into the lake and set off huge waves. The lake surged and the crushed ice on the shore. It looked like a guardrail made of swords and swords.
"Alive?" Dean saw the thing in the dragon's mouth a second before it plunged into the lake. It was a blood lion yak that was about three meters in size. It wasn't an ice monster from the Snow Forest but a monster from the plains outside the forest. Moreover, blood lion yaks were in groups and were extremely violent. Their hunting level was 42. A single blood lion yak wasn't terrible but a group of blood lion yaks was enough to make many monsters with hunting level over 100 flinch.
In the depths of the devil's pit, blood lion yaks belonged to the 'food' level.
Dean found it strange because he didn't expect that the Ice dragon didn't hunt the monsters in the snow forest. What was even more strange was that the Ice dragon brought back a blood lion yak. The Ice dragon didn't need to chew the blood lion yak. Was there any need to bring it back to the nest to enjoy?
The waves of the lake were still rolling. The white figure of the dragon gradually sank to the bottom of the lake. Dudian stretched his head to look at the lake. The lake was very deep. He could barely see the depth of hundreds of meters. But he could see that the blood lion was exuding a slight heat of life.
He was about to take back his eyes but the heat source of the blood lion yak suddenly disappeared.
Dean was surprised. Did he get swallowed by the Ice dragon? Even if it was swallowed, the blood lion yak's body wouldn't immediately lose its heat source. It would slowly dissipate.
He felt that it was a little strange, but he did not pay too much attention to it. After the lake had completely calmed down, he turned around and headed for the forest. He chopped down trees in a distant place and piled them up. While chopping down trees, he encountered some forest monsters. There were giant lizards with bodies as white as snow, giant pythons lurking under the snow, and strange insects living inside the giant trees.
Dean killed the monsters. Some monsters used poison to attack him. He cut off their poison sacs or pulled out their fangs. He kept them as trap materials.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dean had cut down thousands of trees. During this time he heard a slight dragon roar coming from the ice lake. He sensed that the dragon had gone out to look for food.
He stopped making traps and rushed to the ice lake to wait. He found that the old dragon came back with a fat and round monster. It didn't have an ice physique either.
If the first time was a coincidence, then the second time was the same. It was basically the old dragon's taste. This made Dean happy. He was worried about what to use as bait, but now it was simple.
Dean peeled the bark of the felled trees and peeled off the surface. The inside of the tree was still rough. Fortunately, these giant trees lived in cold temperatures, so their trunks were extremely hard. Ordinary swords may not be able to cut them.
Dudian lit a fire and refined the bark into tree oil. He smeared it on the trunk so that the surface of the trunk became smooth. Then he sharpened one end and made it into a giant bow. He found some vines and weaved the bow rope.
There were few vines in the forest, so they were not tough enough. Dean could only peel the silk from the cocoon and weave it again. It was very time-consuming, so he could only do it alone. It took him three days to make two bows.
The bows were fixed on the ground with several trees. The rope was made by himself. Tree arrows were the easiest to make.
Dean picked a good position and waited for the dragon to go out to look for food. He dug a hole by the lake and buried the bow. In addition to the arrows, he prepared a giant net. He was going to use the net to catch the dragon in the air. Even if the dragon broke free from the net, it would take a lot of effort for the dragon to escape.
Time passed unknowingly.
In the blink of an eye, Dean had been at the ice lake for three months. There were traps all over the ice lake. Some of the traps were destroyed by monsters on the way. He had to dig a deep trench outside the traps and put stinky beast feces around the traps to stop the monsters from entering.
In the last three months, besides making traps, Dean had figured out the pattern of Ice dragon's predation. Almost once every three days the dragon would bring back a monster. Moreover the monster would suddenly lose its heat source once it entered the bottom of the lake. Dean was curious about this strange phenomenon. He even thought of diving into the lake to take a look. But in the end he held back as he was worried that his smell would stay in the lake and arouse the vigilance of the old dragon.
The sky was blue.
Dean quietly waited by the lake. At noon, the lake rippled and the figure of the Ice Dragon soared out of it.
Dean's eyes flashed as he stepped out of the forest.
The dragon who was about to leave turned its head and roared at Dudian. It flapped its wings and flew over the lake towards Dudian.
Dean saw that the dragon seemed to have forgotten who he was. He didn't rush to use the Devil's Body but held the Splitter tightly.
Polar Ice Dragon fell from the sky and set off a gust of wind that messed up Dean's hair. It landed on the ground, opened its mouth and bit towards Dean. It didn't seem to take Dean seriously.
The moment it stretched its mouth, its sharp fangs were still stained with blood and flesh. Dean slid sideways and used the Splitter to cut through the dragon's mouth. The sharp edge of the blade cut through the dragon's mouth. Dean held the sword and moved forward for three or four meters. He waited for the dragon to roar in pain before pulling out the sword and retreating.
The dragon looked up to the sky and roared. It raised its wings in pain. It opened its mouth and spat out cold air.
Dean was well prepared. He quickly soared into the forest after the successful blow.
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