The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Snow City, the capital of the Frost Kingdom.

This city, where it is winter all year round, is located in the center of the entire Frost Kingdom - the Snowy Plains.

The biting cold wind of the snowy area and the ice bricks produced from the eternal frozen soil built the skeleton of the Snow City. The caravans coming and going brought a lot of food and supplies, injecting a touch of warm blood into this cold city.

As an extremely cold region with temperatures below 0 degrees all year round, most of the supplies in the entire Snow City depend on national reserves and foreign caravans.

This also led to the extremely high status of grain merchants in this city. Even the nobles did not dare to offend those big grain merchants.

But recently, this situation has suddenly changed.

On a business road seven kilometers away from Snow City.

A herd of dozens of one-horned elks pulled hundreds of specially made six-wheeled trucks and slowly traveled through the snow and ice, protected by hundreds of caravans and mercenaries.

"Wow—"

The leading one-horned moose suddenly shook its head.

"Ding-ling ding-ling~~~"

A clear bell sound rang out from the thick mane under its neck, and then the entire caravan paused in a very rhythmic manner.

All the caravan members quickly came to the moose, rubbing their hands, as if they were waiting for something.

quickly
"laugh--"

Two long streams of white mist spurted out from the thick and long nostrils of the one-horned elk leader, bringing a rare breath of warmth to the extremely cold snow.

In an instant, the people around were like they were in a furnace, and they all put their black and purple fingers close to the area where the moose was breathing.

Those black faces, dried and flaking from the cold, showed a rare hint of enjoyment.

The one-horned moose is a special snow creature.

Their special long nasal passages allow the cold air to be quickly heated during inhalation, so that the air is not too cold when it reaches the lungs.

This mechanism is indeed amazing, but it requires the consumption of their own calories and physical energy.

In order to save energy, wild moose often breathe only once every half an hour.

A professional caravan elk that has been trained can breathe once an hour!
This period of time is also the time for the caravan to rest.

On the vast land covered with snow, the Silver Deer Caravan was stopping to rest.

People took advantage of the moose's breathing time to busy themselves with their own needs.

Among this group of dark-skinned, burly men, two beautiful figures in snow-white cotton coats stood out.

They are sitting in the truck

His eyes peeked out from under the white velvet hat, sweeping across the peaceful snowfield.

All the mercenaries were careful to keep a certain distance from the two women when they moved, not daring to cross the line even a little bit.

This was a sequelae of the previous "hitchhiking" between the two of them, and it was also an order from the new leader of the mercenary group.

not far away

A young mercenary who had just reached adulthood was pacing back and forth, his expression showing a hint of nervousness and hesitation.

He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the equipment he carried showed that he was still a rookie.

Finally, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, and walked towards the two women.

"bass!"

Suddenly, a sharp ice spike suddenly emerged from the ground, blocking the young mercenary's way.

"What's the matter?"

The woman with her eyes closed in the car spoke coldly.

The young mercenary held a deerskin wine bag in his hand, which was trembling slightly but full of hope.

"Um... honorable lady, would you... would you like some kumis?"

The young mercenary's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for the people around him to hear.

His tone was a little stuttering due to nervousness, but it was obvious that he was trying hard to be polite.

The voice just fell
"call out!--"

"You're quite courageous~~"

A series of high and low whistles sounded from all directions.

The rugged mercenaries whistled and jokingly sent their "kind" blessings to their colleagues.

The two women sitting in the car looked at each other. They obviously didn't expect that after killing the lustful mercenary leader, someone would dare to approach them.

Human heart.
One of them gently lifted the white wool scarf around her neck, revealing a stunning smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, little one."

Elizabeth propped her chin up and looked at the uneasy young mercenary in front of her with interest.

Her voice was like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, gentle and kind with a hint of charm:

"But we don't drink alcohol. We would be more grateful if you had hot coffee."

The response from the girl made the young mercenary relax a little, but the other party's request made him a little dumbfounded.

Where can I get hot coffee in this freezing weather?

"Okay then. I'll go look for it."

The young mercenary scratched his head, blushed, and smiled awkwardly. "Shh~~~~"

"Can you do this, Klein?"

The companions beside him immediately laughed 'kindly'.

When the young mercenary took a few steps back and left the vicinity of the two girls, an old mercenary immediately stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered:
"Come on, kid, don't stutter when you confess your feelings next time!"

"I, I didn't, I just"

The young mercenary blushed and tried to explain his behavior.

But looking at the "I understand" expressions on the faces of the people around him, he was speechless and could only panic and run away through the crowd.

As he ran, he thought to himself: "Next time I go on a mission, I must bring coffee with me!"

Poor naive guy, he developed a habit of carrying coffee with him.

It was not until middle age that he realized that the woman's words were just a euphemism for rejection.

The incident of the young mercenary was like an inadvertent episode, which soon dissipated in the cold wind.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the mercenaries continued to do their own things.

Smoking, drinking, eating, these behaviors that are prohibited in regular mercenary missions are common in the snow and no one cares.

But there is one thing that you absolutely cannot violate.

That's the time to rest!

In the snow, you can never rest for too long unless you set up camp.

Because if you rest for too long, you will be in danger of death.

The uneducated old mercenaries didn't know what hypothermia was.

All they knew was that there was an invisible god of death in the snow.

If you stay outside the tent for too long, you are likely to be targeted by the Grim Reaper.

People who are watched by the god of death often do all kinds of incredible things. Worse still, some people even go crazy in the cold wind, take off all their clothes, and commit suicide.

"Suck--"

After resting for a few minutes

The moose, having absorbed enough oxygen, set off again at the urging of the driver, and the crowd followed suit.

This level 1 magical beast with excellent cold resistance, stamina and carrying capacity is the most common mount in the polar regions and is also the soul of the entire caravan.

Without these natural "snow elves".

Even the most experienced caravan leader would find it difficult to cross the snowy plains and deliver supplies safely to their destination.

"Squeak-"

"Huh-ha-"

The heavy iron and wooden wheels pressed on the snow, drawing two straight parallel lines.

The sound of the bearings turning, the heavy breathing of the people, and the rustling sound of cotton boots stepping on the snow mixed into a symphony called "wealth".

The caravan members, wearing thick cotton coats and flowery fur hats, followed the car, stepping deep and shallow on the snow, and looking back from time to time to see if there were any vehicles that had fallen behind.

Occasionally, the leading mercenary captain would check the status of his personnel.

Mercenary groups that often go on snow missions are never fully staffed.

Every time they go out, there are always a few new mercenaries who hang at the end of the team because of laziness. They get lost in this polar region accidentally and eventually become human-shaped ice sculptures that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

This is something that experienced mercenary captains and caravans are already accustomed to.

People, here, are not important.

The cargo on that car was more valuable than their lives.

And now, they were less than ten miles away from Snow City.

If someone falls behind at this time, the mercenary captain will most likely not care.

It just so happens that I’m short of a cent!

after an hour

Frost Moon, who had been resting with her eyes closed on the truck all the way, suddenly opened her eyes slowly.

A city built entirely of ice bricks appeared before her.

Under the sunlight, the walls of Snow City sparkle like crystal, giving people a strange sense of grandeur.

Looking at the crystal clear city wall in front of him, Shuang Yue said calmly:

"This is Snow City."

Her voice was cold and clear, like a stream flowing between ice and snow:
"That's what you're looking for, the base camp of the snow elves."

Beside her

Elizabeth also slowly opened her charming peach blossom eyes.

She raised her chin slightly and looked at the city in front of her. A dangerous light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"It is indeed here."

Elizabeth murmured softly, with a hint of disgust and disdain in her tone:
"Even from such a distance, I can clearly smell the stench of that bitch..." (End of this chapter)