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A piercing eagle cry echoed from high above, as a soaring eagle swooped down across the land, its voice sharp and clear.

However, the next second, the eagle was swallowed up by a huge black shadow behind it.

It is the Red Dragon, which stands at the top of the food chain in the Red Dragon Mountains.

On a steep cliff, two people were struggling to climb, taking a shortcut. Whenever they encountered the red dragon, they would hide behind a protruding boulder and hold their breath.

They didn't find them until the red dragon flew far away.

With a few casual flaps of its wings, stirring up a gust of wind, the red dragon flew towards the distant mountain ridge.

The camera moves away from the red dragon, through the biting wind and swirling snowflakes, and back to the steep cliff.

It is the orc combination of Rogue and Kyrie Irvine.

Such an odd combination would certainly attract curious glances elsewhere.

As Kyrie I climbed, he explained in a low voice, “This is a Red Dragon. It lives in the Red Dragon Mountains. You might be able to deal with one Red Dragon, but they are social animals. Once you provoke one, you will soon be surrounded and attacked by a large group.”

"Even if the seven major powers came, it probably wouldn't make a difference, so we should try to avoid conflict if possible."

Roger nodded, listening intently.

He knew that Gilead wasn't nagging, but rather imparting valuable wilderness survival experience.

In such a harsh environment, every piece of advice could be a lifesaver.

To save time, Gilead and Rogue deliberately chose to traverse unused paths.

It saves even more time.

But this also means that the risk level has increased dramatically.

We explored almost every possible path: cliffs, snow slopes, and crevasses.

Looking around, one can still see endless snow-capped mountains.

I walked for several days straight, as if this road would never end.

Even Rogge had to admit that without Girenu's guidance, let alone crossing the Red Dragon Mountains, getting lost would be enough to trap and die deep in this boundless snow-covered mountain range.

In addition to the harsh weather and treacherous terrain, one must also be constantly on guard against the possibility of an attack from the red dragon circling in the sky.

Half a month later, the two finally reached the highest section of the Red Dragon Mountain Range.

The terrain here is treacherous, with steep cliffs and bottomless canyons below. A slight misstep could lead to a fatal fall.

Fortunately, there was a road carved out by people, which was very steep and dangerous...

If they were to be attacked by the Crimson Dragon at this time, their chances of survival would be slim.

It's like my wish came true.

For some unknown reason, the crimson dragons in the sky suddenly went berserk, and a large group of dark shadows swooped down towards them.

The sound of the dragon's wings tearing through the air was like thunder, making people's eardrums hurt.

"not good!"

"Hide behind me!"

Kyrie Irving shielded Rogge behind him, drew his longsword, and the blade flashed in the wind and snow.

There were three stragglers who broke away from the group, like a family of three.

In just one exchange, Gilead was at a disadvantage—three red dragons took turns swooping down and attacking, and she was forced to barely defend herself.

Just as Rogge gripped his sword, preparing to rush forward to help...

As if suddenly struck by something even more terrifying, the red dragons abruptly changed direction and scattered in all directions.

With its wings flapping, the dragon quickly disappeared into the gray-white sky.

"Is the crisis over?"

Rogge watched the dragon's silhouette disappear into the distance, muttering to himself, "But these red dragons are really strange. Why did they suddenly attack us for no reason..."

"Gilead? What's wrong?"

Only then did Roger notice that Girenu was still in the position of drawing his sword, frozen in place, with a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

She hadn't moved an inch since the beginning, as if she had been frozen in place.

Is Gilead nervous and afraid?

Even when she was attacked by three red dragons before, she had never shown such a fearful expression.

Kyrie Irvine's voice was very low: "Don't move... someone's coming."

"Someone?"

Following Girenau's gaze, Rogge noticed a solitary figure slowly approaching through the swirling snow on the rugged mountain road opposite him.

Swish, swish, swish!

Amidst the swirling snow, that figure stood out starkly against the vast expanse of white.

The man walked slowly, but each step was extremely steady, exuding an aura of immense pressure.

A thought flashed through Roger's mind in an instant.

Could it be that those berserk red dragons... were scared away by the aura of this man in front of them?

This level of deterrence even made Gilead feel like he was facing a formidable enemy...

Could they be enemies?

Fortunately, the man didn't make a move immediately, but instead moved even closer.

Silver hair.

Golden eyes.

Three-white eyes

His face was cold and stern, and he exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

He walked slowly and deliberately, without even glancing in this direction, but an invisible sense of oppression swept over him, making the air seem to freeze.

A fleeting moment as we brushed past each other.

Gilead's hands were pressed tightly against the hilt of his sword, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Roger narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the figure that was getting closer and closer to him.

He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

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This man with sclera showing was fierce-looking, with a natural murderous aura in his eyes and brows; he didn't look like a kind person at all.

But what puzzled Rogge was...

In his memory, Girenau was clearly not a cowardly person. Even if this person looked fierce, he shouldn't have scared her like this, right?

Unless... it's an enemy that Gilead knew before.

"do not move!"

Kyrie Irvine whispered, "Don't move without my order."

This was the first time she had warned Roger in such a stern tone since they had met.

The man was getting closer.

He didn't say a word, just walked slowly, yet he gave people an overwhelming sense of invisible pressure.

It was as if the surrounding snowstorm made way for him with every step he took.

The silver-haired, golden-eyed man remained expressionless, as if he hadn't seen the two people in front of him at all.

He walked step by step.

Just as he brushed past Gilead.

Roger could see that the Kyrie Io's tail was wagging incessantly, a sign of extreme fear of this man.

Nothing happened.

Until the man finally came to him.

Just when Roger thought he would leave as well, the other man unexpectedly stopped in front of him.

"Is something wrong?"

Rogge was somewhat surprised.

The silver-haired man looked down at him, his golden pupils locked onto him like those of a hawk: "Are you Roger Greirat?"

"Hey, you know me?"

"Next... answer one question for me."

"Are you an apostle of the god Hitogami?"