{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 58

  The huge cave was dead silent, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

The scarlet circle in the center has been destroyed by the burning fire, leaving only a broken and blurred pattern.

Shi An looked around, his eyes passed indifferently over the charred corpse lying on the ground, and he sighed regretfully.

...It's a pity that his former cave was stained beyond recognition by these filthy blood.

The residual temperature of the flame has dissipated, and the temperature in the cave began to gradually drop.

Shi An put his hand to his mouth and exhaled, then took out a pink rabbit glove from his pocket and put it on.

According to the information provided by the human just now, his treasure should be at the auction house, and he also told Shi An about all the settings and arrangements of the administration in the auction house, and now he wants to get his treasure back , easy.

Shi An stood there and thought about it.

Which way to get out of the mountain?

One is the way to come, from the tunnel to the southern canyon where the exchange meeting is held.

There is also a road that he took when he came to Aiwen District last time. It passed through the ruins of the abyss and entered the outer Aiwen Snowfield.

In terms of temperature, the first one is definitely better.

The last time I visited Ai Wenxue, it was already horribly cold. Now that the mountain has been closed for more than three months, Shi An can hardly imagine how cold it is outside this time.

But...

if what the mercenary said before is correct, they have already sent people to seal off the entire canyon, and there are twenty times as many people outside the cave as there are other academy students who may recognize him , if there is a conflict, it will be embarrassing to be seen...

and the transportation is also a problem.

Shi An reluctantly looked in the direction of the second road.

Sure enough... I still have to experience the severe cold again.

He stepped over the corpse on the ground, climbed over the gravel with difficulty, and walked out of the cave according to the route in his memory.

Soon, Shi An stood on top of the permafrost in the Aiwen Snowfield.

The sky here is more gloomy than the southern canyon. The white snow is falling all over the sky. All sides are gray and white, and there is no edge at all. The air seems to be frozen, as if it has been forgotten by the whole world. It is quiet and terrifying.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !

Shi An screamed in her heart.

He shivered and shrank into the cotton-padded coat, somewhat regretting that he had done too much just now—how could he burn the cotton-padded coat on the mercenary? At least take it off first, it's really a waste of money.

Shi An was so cold that the tip of his nose was red, and the warm white air he exhaled seemed to be frosted.

He took two steps deep and one shallow in the snow, then closed his eyes, a trace of magic power was drawn from his body, woven into a large net, and probed in all directions, making a silent call.

Finally, a huge familiar silhouette appeared on the white horizon not far away.

The tall figure of the skeleton horse gradually became clear, its heavy four hoofs smashed on the ground, splashing snow, and a faint blue flame burned in the dark eye socket, looking in the direction of Shi An.

Very good, in this case, the transportation will be there.

Shi An reached out and broke off a rib from the skeleton horse.

Well, there are torches too.

Skeleton Horse: "..."

Magic Insect: "..."

Black Smoke: "..."

You really are a devil, right?

Shi An lit the torch, climbed onto the back of the skeleton horse, and patted its head with his hand: "Just send me out of the mountain."

The skeleton horse let out a neigh, and slumped down suddenly, and its speed suddenly accelerated. If Shi An hadn't hugged the skeleton horse's neck in time, it might have been blown down by the swift cold wind.

Shi An stabilized his body, and patted the skeleton horse under him with great relief:

"Wow, I didn't expect you to take my orders so seriously, so good and good." The devil

: "..."

In fact, it really wanted to Send you this evil star away.

The skeleton horse is very suitable for running in the snow. It is not afraid of cold, tired, or afraid of gravel slopes. It is simply the most efficient means of transportation.

The scenery beside him quickly retreated, and the cold wind whistled, mixed with snowflakes, like a sharp blade of ice.

If it weren't for the dragon flame burning on Shi'an's torch, it would have been extinguished long ago.

Suddenly, the pace of the skeleton horse suddenly slowed down.

It slammed its front hooves on the ground with some unease, snorted, and seemed to be very restless.

Shi An was startled, raised his head from the crouched state, and looked not far away.

Eh? Human scent?

A team of more than 20 mercenaries entered from the canyon.

"Why did the above suddenly call us for support? Or from this ghost place? Could there be a problem in the cave?" "I don't know, but I can't get

in touch."

"

It's Mu Heng."

Another mercenary interjected abruptly. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what happened, the news seems to have been leaked. This guy broke through the front of the southern canyon and wiped out most of our main force." "

Furthermore, according to the information given by our brothers at the auction house, Mu Heng seems to be injured... It's still fatally wounded."

He spat and cursed viciously: "

Fuck, that monster."

The rest of the people were shocked and couldn't believe it: "What?"

Most of their main force?

--how can that be?

The mercenary cracked his yellow teeth and smiled: "However, this is a great opportunity for us."

"While he is sick, you understand?"

He wiped the tip of his nose and continued: "The Administration The support over there has been delayed by us. Now it means that Mu Heng went into the enemy camp alone with injuries. If he wants to get rid of him completely, there is no better chance than now... The southern canyon is also sent over there. We are responsible for moving forward from this side and attacking from both sides."

His eyes were gloomy, and he said slowly, "This time, Mu Heng must die." In the

past, they did not dare to confront this man with the strongest ability head-on. Yes, but this time is different.

Not only was Mu Heng injured, but he had also fought a frontal team.

This time might be their only chance.

At this moment, there were several heavy footsteps in front.

A huge skeleton horse slowly emerged from the blizzard ahead.

"Alert!!" The

mercenary group put on an alert posture.

They heard that there was a very difficult undead species on the way into the mountain. In order to avoid it, they deliberately bypassed that section of the road. .

When the skeleton horse approached, all the mercenaries were stunned.

Wait...

Why, there is still a person sitting on the back of this undead species?

what happened? ? ?

I saw a tightly wrapped human sitting on the back of a skeleton horse, with pink rabbit fluff earmuffs and a scarf standing out in the vast snow, holding a backpack lit rib in his hand. Most of his face was hidden in the scarf, but his voice sounded young.

Only to hear the other party say in a muffled voice:

"Hello, robbery."

Mercenary: "..."? ? ?

Ten minutes later, Shi An stood beside the charred corpse on the ground.

The heavy snow was still falling quietly, and a thick stack of cotton-padded coats formed a hill beside him.

Demon worm: "..."

As expected of a giant dragon, he is so proficient in robbery, murder and arson.

Shi An found two cotton-padded clothes that looked cleaner and draped them over his body, and then ignited the remaining clothes with dragon flames.

The fire rose up in the snow, releasing warm heat and dispelling the cold.

He sniffed and looked towards the exit of the canyon not far away.

As long as he moves in the direction he can for another ten minutes, he can leave the Aiwen Snowfield. After leaving the snowfield, he can go to the auction house. The long-lost treasure is waiting for him in the underground warehouse of the auction house, and , Shi An now knows the arrangement of the Administration Bureau in the auction house, and more importantly, according to the information provided by the mercenaries just now, Mu Heng is not in the auction house now.

The only person who has the power to stop himself has left his post and wants to reclaim his treasure, and there has never been a better time than now.

"..."

Shi An paused, turned his head slowly, and looked in the direction he came from.

The wind and snow had already covered the way back, and the snow was so smooth that there was no trace of where it came from, nor was it possible to see the distant scene clearly.

There was a rare look of hesitation in the dark eyes of the boy.

outside the tunnel.

The blood spilled on the snow, and the heat had not been extinguished by the severe cold.

The corpse kept his eyes open, his expression grim, and his body still maintained the attitude of attacking before his death.

The broken limbs and minced flesh were condensed in the white frost and snow, showing the extremely cruel killing method of the person who started the attack.

The snow fell silently in the sky, and a layer of cold and clean white snow covered the wreckage on the ground.

The valley was dead silent.

No one is still alive.

inside the tunnel.

Mu Heng walked forward unhurriedly, his pace was still steady, but when turning a corner, he still stretched out his hand to support the wall.

The dark cloak on his body has been soaked with blood. The blood of the enemy and his own blood are mixed together and cannot be distinguished. They are all frozen into black-red ice slag by the low temperature of Aiwen Snowfield, and the hard floor is formed into one piece.

The originally high strands of silver hair were scattered during the battle, and several locks were wet with blood from the long hair and draped over his shoulders.

The long sword condensed with magic power in his hand is still bright and white, and he can't tell how many throats he has kissed or how much blood he has drunk.

Mu Heng frowned slightly, and under the long silver eyelashes, the pale blue eyes were half-squinted.

He let go of his hand against the wall, straightened his back, and continued walking toward the depths of the tunnel.

Taking a few steps forward, his vision immediately widened.

Mu Heng's pupils shrank suddenly.

The horror in the cave appeared in front of his eyes, the charred corpse, the molten rock, and the ground as if it had been scorched by fire.

Although the flame has been extinguished and disappeared, this trace is absolutely impossible for Mu Heng to admit.

The dragon...has already come.

He took a few steps forward slowly.

I saw that on the dirty and black ground, there was a vague circle of scarlet blood drawn.

Mu Heng lowered his head, his eyes were deep and dark.

Ah, it looks like the living sacrifice has been completed.

No wonder he hadn't seen any students along the way.

That...

that young man who acted coquettishly to him and pretended to be pitiful just to eat one more ice cream... The

man staggered, and if he hadn't been propped up with a long sword, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

The heart that I have been holding is suspended by the thin thread. At this moment, the thread is broken, but the heart cannot fall down. It hangs empty in the air, cold and empty.

Mu Heng's arm trembled slightly due to the force, and his knuckles clenched the hilt tightly, making a gurgling sound.

He wanted to hold his body up, but the energy in his body was drained.

Mu Heng lowered his head and glanced at his chest.

The magic power that has been blocking the wound since just now is now draining, and the warm blood is slowly infiltrating outward, gradually soaking the clothes.

He knew how heavy his hand would be.

Penetration, fatal injury.

Mu Heng blinked his eyes slowly, his vision slowly dimmed and blurred, as if the world was spinning.

Coming in in this state

... It's still too reluctant.

Before the light was swallowed up by the darkness, he vaguely saw a vague figure appearing not far away.

who is it?

But the line of sight seemed to be shrouded in a foggy gray curtain, and it was impossible to see clearly through this curtain.

Mu Heng felt the darkness come, and dragged himself to fall into the abyss.

He lost the last trace of strength, and the long sword in his palm shattered into a blob of light and disappeared.

——Before he was about to fall, a pair of hands wearing pink plush gloves reached out and supported him.