Chapter 2245 Journey Home

Chapter 2246 Journey Home

"This is the Saint-Chanzel Mountains... As long as we pass through it, we can return to our hometown, the Croulot Desert!"

In the cold wind mixed with frost and snow, the ogre king was shivering from the cold and said repeatedly.

What the cold wind couldn't stop was the excitement in his words. He had overcome all the obstacles in the mage's territory and felt that he was close to his hometown. The Ogre King was also excited in his heart.

After going through various experiences of being defeated and captured, being sold to a mage, and being exiled to a foreign plane, the Ogre King thought he would never return to his hometown, but he didn't expect that he would achieve his wish at this moment.

As the highest snow-capped mountain in Bracada, the temperature near the Saint-Chanzel Mountains is so horribly low that even rough-skinned and fleshy barbarians can’t stand it at this moment.

When he escaped from the prison, the Ogre King only wore a single piece of clothing. Savage creatures never care about their appearance. They only need to wrap themselves in a few animal skins to survive the cold winter. But on the bone-chilling snowy mountains, , the Ogre King finally couldn't stand it any longer.

If he hadn't felt that his hometown was right ahead, and if he had become more tolerant to the cold after becoming a member of the legion, the Ogre King might have fallen into the snow.

"Hold on, we will be able to return to our hometown soon, where there is everything we know, our tribesmen, friends, and enemies."

Beside him, the blue-skinned barbarian hero comforted him, speaking in a deep voice, as if he was recalling something, and his eyes became sharp.

York, who has lived in Brakada since childhood, has half of the blood of the gods and monsters in his body. He is not afraid of the severe cold in the snow-capped mountains. He looks the same as usual, in sharp contrast to the ogre king beside him.

Looking at the ogre king who was tortured by the cold, and every step he took seemed to expend a lot of effort, York couldn't bear it. If he could use water-bending magic, he might be able to resist the cold with the effect of magic, but he had already He swore not to use magic again. Secondly, the important things the Ogre King carried on his body also made him unable to be affected by any spells.

With the help of this important thing, York couldn't remember how many times they had avoided the mages' detection. Those mages who can only use magic do not understand the essentials of detection at all. As long as magic fails to give useful information, they will not suspect anything at all.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of cold air. He patted the Ogre King on the back. He only hoped that the Ogre King could feel better. As long as he could hold on for a little longer, he climbed over the coldest snow-capped mountains and stepped into the land of Krulod. The situation will improve.

If another creature were to come here, like the Ogre King, walking barefoot on the snowy mountains, it would not take long for the toes to freeze due to lack of blood and flesh. Only a barbaric creature with strong vitality like the Ogre King, Only then can we persevere and keep moving forward without even leaving many sequelae.

When traveling on the snow-capped mountains, the Ogre King does not need to think too much, he only needs to keep moving forward, while York on the side will completely erase the footprints left by the two of them, trying to leave no trace, so as not to Those thoughtful mages discovered something unusual.

Relying on York's caution, the two of them had almost no dangers along the way. Although the footprints can be erased, the smell of the Ogre King is not so easy to cover up. The most dangerous time was when the mage who raised the snow wolf had clearly come to the two people buried in the snow, but in the end he failed. Find them and just pass them by.

"Hiss...hiss..."

"What's that sound?"

The subtle sound coming from his ears attracted the attention of the Ogre King. His experience on the tragic battlefield and the experience of crawling and rolling in the Colosseum made him extremely sensitive to abnormality. The ordinary sound was so harsh in the Ogre King's ears.

After discovering the abnormality, the aura of the Ogre King suddenly changed. His body that was trembling and about to freeze suddenly shook, and he burst out with the aura of a beast coming out of its cage. The muscles all over his body bulged high, and he was about to attack. Rush towards the enemy's position.

Along the way, the two did not hide all the time. When faced with a situation where they had to take action, they would preemptively deal with the mage who discovered them to prevent themselves from being exposed.

"Don't be impulsive...that's the same aura as us..."

York was undoubtedly more cautious. At this moment, he seemed to have discovered something and hurriedly reached out to stop the ogre king who was preparing to attack.

After being blocked by York, the Ogre King froze for a moment, then showed an unexpected expression. Along the way, York, the hero with a keener perception, provided a lot of accurate information, and the Ogre King did not doubt everything he said.

"The same breath as ours? You mean..."

Just as the Ogre King wanted to say something, his body lay down at York's signal.

Under the cover of the wind and snow, the huge Ogre King was not that eye-catching. In addition, the remains of the hero on his body helped him isolate himself from all spell detection, making him even more difficult to detect.

Listening to the Ogre King's inquiry, York didn't say much, but nodded affirmatively. The knowledge he learned in Brakada was not forgotten by him. In his perception, it was the aura of undead creatures. .

Under the gaze of the two savage creatures, a cold light flashed in front of them, and the polished swords told their existence in this way.

"what is that?"

The one holding the sharp blade was a monster with the head of a human and the body of a snake with six arms. Badu looked at this scene blankly and murmured a question.

"Snake girl, or Naga...and also an undead creature..." Unlike the Ogre King, York recognized the origin of the creature at a glance.

Looking behind the Naga, he could faintly see more identical icy cold light, which also made the hearts of the two savage creatures freeze.

"Why is the road back to the Krulod Desert blocked by a group of Nagas?" Badu asked breathlessly, with full reluctance in his words. His hometown is clearly in front of him, and he only needs to climb over the snow-capped mountains in front of him. , they can return to their homeland, but this final road is blocked by a group of Nagas.

"Don't worry, the master has anticipated that accidents may happen in advance and has arranged for legion members to protect us secretly. Have you forgotten?" York seemed to have thought of something and said proactively.

Listening to York's words, the Ogre King's eyes lit up. At this moment, he also thought of the protector in York's mouth, the powerful Scarlet Mage.

"Let me call him. It's time to draw on his power."

Before Badu could answer, York took out a sharpened bone knife from his arms, and then cut open the palm of his left hand.

According to their previous agreement with the Scarlet Mage, once they encounter an enemy that they cannot deal with, as long as they spill blood, the Scarlet Mage will find a way to help them out of trouble. This is exactly what York did at this time.

Time passed minute by minute, and the savage creature felt that the waiting time was so long. After a long wait, the guardian who was supposed to appear was still missing.

"Damn it, I knew the mage's words were not trustworthy. The bloody mage must have deceived us. When I see him next time, I will definitely make him look good!"

As if he had thought of something, Badu showed angry eyes. Rather than reporting the matter to his master and letting him decide the matter, he hoped to use his own power to teach the Scarlet Mage a profound lesson.

"Maybe he encountered an accident..." York thought more, recalling the Scarlet Mage. York did not think that he deliberately disobeyed his master's orders and deceived other members of the legion. York was more willing to believe him. What happened over there?

In the wind and snow, the wound on York's palm had solidified. If he hadn't put his palm down, a bloody ice pick would have frozen under his palm.

While the two savage creatures were discussing, the Naga in front seemed to feel something. She stuck her head out and sniffed around.

As a creature that makes even mages feel troublesome, Naga has powerful biological instincts, and the extra arms on their bodies are not just for decoration. At this moment, the outermost Naga guards noticed the blood breath flowing out of York from the subtle differences contained in the cold wind.

After discovering this, the pupils in the Naga guard's eyes shrank into inverted triangles, revealing the face that once had the beauty of a human being but now looked like a mummy. She spit out a forked letter from her mouth, waved, and then summoned several Nagas with only two arms, and pointed at the wind and snow in the distance. The Naga who was summoned by her immediately took orders and started searching with weapons.

"No...they found us!"

York's expression changed. Unexpectedly, the action of cutting his palm did not bring them reinforcements from their own side, but instead aroused the enemy's attention.

"Your wound." The Ogre King was undoubtedly more experienced in this kind of thing. He quickly judged that the enemy judged the position through the breath of blood. He immediately tore a corner of the animal skin he was wearing and used it to secure it. Wrapped tightly around York's palm.

The windy and snowy environment also provided certain conveniences for the movements of the savage creatures. If the nearby vision had not been poor, and the violent wind and snow hindered the spread of smell, they might have been discovered by the enemy long ago.

"Let's retreat temporarily, report the news here to the master, and then make a decision." Soon, York made the most appropriate decision at the moment. Looking from a distance, the number of Nagas exceeded several hundred. The number, just the number he saw in front of him, was beyond York's imagination. There must be more hidden in places that he could not detect.

Relying on his own strength alone, York could not pass through the Saint-Chanzel Mountains where the undead Nagas were entrenched with the ogres beside him, and was only one step away from the Clorode Desert under the obstruction of the Nagas. , requesting support is undoubtedly imperative.