Encountering a formidable opponent.

At this moment, under a snow-covered rock on the Northern Ridge, the juvenile dragon's body had already blended into the surrounding ice and snow. When it deliberately hid, its skin and dragon scales could remarkably change to a color closely resembling the ice and snow.

It must be said that being smaller has its advantages; an adult giant dragon could not conceal itself in such a situation at all.

However, the juvenile dragon could only hide in the snow, with additional bonuses marked, other terrains were not feasible. Typically, until they were strong enough, dragons would not stray far from their habitats. An ice dragon could still dig a hole to bury itself when encountering a formidable enemy, digging all the way to the deepest part of the ice layer.

——Wood Elf Royal Chief Mage (Destruction Master) (Summoning Master) [Five-star Silver Gray].

——Nordic Hero (Fearless) (Berserker) (Battle Cry Inspiration) [Four-star Silver Gray].

——Tigerman Shadowless (Shadowless) (Stealth Tutor) (Praised Hunter) [Four-star Gold].

Hiss!

That's quite formidable.

The second human form had encountered many creatures, apart from the Skull Mark Frost Giant King, none were as strong as they were. But the Frost Giant King belonged to a leader level existence, also combined with the additional blessing of the giant tribe, if an actual fight broke out, they might not even be their opponents.

Even the already accomplished first human form facing them would probably have a rather arduous battle.

Duncan completely dared not get close.

He could only observe the target through a strategic map in a god's view, and when that Snow Eagle took flight, the juvenile dragon had no choice but to hide in the crevice of rocks.

"The ceiling of this world is so high!"

"Already encountering a five-star marked unit, could this world possibly have divine spirits walking among mortals?" Duncan pondered secretly.

Many demigods had five-star gold marks.

This Wood Elf Royal Chief Mage's mark was five-star silver gray, already stronger than many mythical heroes.

To the south on the strategic map, a team of blood-colored marks was rapidly approaching.

——Blood Hunter (Dark Elf) (Praised Hunter) [Three-star Gold].

——Blood Executioner (Dark Elf) (Torturer) [Four-star Silver Gray].

Their distance was already somewhat far.

Duncan had to drag the strategic map under god's view to finally see a small group of people dressed in dark red strange spiky armor rapidly approaching from that direction. Their skin was black, but their pupils were crimson red, appearing rather handsome, yet exuded a sinister aura. A fleeting gaze inadvertently revealed a hint of bloodthirsty ferocity.

Aside from the battle blades they carried, they also had some peculiar equipment that looked like torture instruments for interrogating prisoners. The leading Blood Executioner wore a Two-Handed Greatsword, still dripping blood, seemingly just having beheaded some target.

"They've caught up!"

At the foot of the mountain, the Tigerman Shadowless glanced at his companions, drew a poisoned short blade from his waist, and vanished into thin air. The naked eye could no longer detect him, but through god's view, a vague humanoid outline could still be seen.

"Is that invisibility?" Duncan showed slight astonishment.

It wasn't just invisibility; in fact, he concealed his presence. A skillful stealth practitioner squatting in front of ordinary people would find it difficult to be perceived by the other party.

The Wood Elf Royal Mage cast a cold gaze, took out a gem, and said coldly, "Lingering shadow soul!"

"Might as well eliminate them."

"Just the right amount to supplement some soul energy."

Beside the campfire.

The burly Great Han Dynasty, who was chewing on charcoal-roasted meat, stood up, picked up his shield and Longsword, tidied his horned helmet, and silently walked down the slope, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow, not looking at anyone else, approaching the direction of the Blood Hunter alone.

Quickly.

The two sides met at a snow-covered junction, a storm of clattering sounds erupted as the rapidly approaching dark elves drew their longswords from their waists. Some chanted spells, applying a strange ointment to the blades, a surge of magic power adhering to the groove of the blades.

"Bleeding?"

The burly Nord Warrior paid no heed, roared, and accelerated, like a charging beast. When they collided, the horrific barbaric power exploded, the impact wave blew away the nearby snowflakes. The Blood Hunter who was cleaved head-on was blocked by a shield, then with a Shield Strike, sent flying six or seven meters away.

Hiss!

Duncan squinted slightly at the sight; this power could already compete with giants.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

Facing an oncoming blade, the Nord Warrior casually parried, one man against three, his belly pierced by an enemy, the next moment roaring and swinging his Longsword, a spray of blood and the rising heat saw a Dark Elf's head chopped off on the spot.

Crackle.

The Nord Warrior casually pulled out the blade piercing his belly, this kind of injury he didn't care about at all, a hint of bloodthirsty warlike light flickered in his pupils, accompanied by a roar, like a lion's roar, shaking the surrounding ice and snow into a ring of airwaves over ten meters in diameter. The Blood Hunter attempting to stealth suddenly let out a wail, with traces of blood already trickling from their ears.

Crackle!

A blood-red lightning streaked across the sky, the Wood Elf Royal Mage's figure suddenly emerging, his hand clenched, directly gripping a Dark Elf Blood Hunter with invisible force and lifting them into the air. The enemy's entire skeleton resounded with cracking sounds, chest visibly collapsing, sturdy armor showing enormous fingerprints.

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