Chapter 88: Severe Cold and Blizzard Sculpture (La La, Tickets)

"La la la, la la la, I'm the little chef selling newspapers."

When Luther was the only one left in the world, his funny nature broke out. Of course, he was forced to do so. If he didn't find some fun for himself at this moment, Luther would have probably fled long ago.

I, Luther Pompeii.

The great time traveler.

The eldest son of the Knight Lord family, the future Knight Lord, the future real noble. I flirt with maids when I have nothing to do, and date mistresses when I need to.

I drink red wine as white wine and eat steak as I like.

I sit in the lord's position every day, commanding a group of subordinates, and everything is under control.

In fashionable terms, I hold the power of the world when I am awake, and I sleep on the lap of a beauty when I am drunk.

I am fucking funny, so I ran to this cold place naked.

"Ah, ha."

"La la la, la la la, I'm the little chef selling newspapers."

On the mountain, the peaks are all white as far as the eye can see. The snow that never melts is so thick that half of the leg sinks when you step on it.

The snow is blowing and the heavy snow is falling like it's free. The cold wind is as sharp as a knife, leaving blood marks on people's skin.

In this cold world, Luther is running naked, jumping up and down. The shy little bird is still jumping up and down, which is very lively.

Luther sang the newspaper selling song in a funny way, yawning, forcing himself to jump up and down, crying to prevent himself from running away.

This world is too hateful.

There are always people who want to harm me.

Even if I become an emperor, I am not safe. Only by being both an emperor and a big boss can I be more stable.

Poor my big warm bed, my lovely maid, my Miss Ruth.

The luxurious life has gone, leaving only this white land, clean and tidy.

I am cold and shivering.

I am not passionate at all, and I don’t want to travel the world and kill people. I just want to be more comfortable and safe in the future.

Luther jumped and cried silently.

It’s too damn cold.

Now is the time when winter and spring meet, and there is still coldness between heaven and earth, not to mention the mountains. Although the knight’s body is very tough, Luther actually has a strong resistance to cold and heat.

But it’s too damn cold here, and he ran naked, even the bird was exposed.

He couldn’t circulate the fighting spirit in his body.

The wind blew over, leaving traces on his body surface. It didn’t break the defense and bleed, but it also made him very painful. The biting cold made him feel like he was about to freeze.

What is cultivation? This is cultivation.

It is to exhaust their muscles and bones and starve their bodies.

Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best.

Magic potions are a supplementary means that can greatly shorten the training time of knights. Some immune potions, such as the potion of immunity to severe cold, can increase the knight's ability to resist frost fighting spirit.

But it is far less powerful than practicing by oneself.

Under the guidance of the Book of Sages, Luther came here and enjoyed the severe cold, laying a solid foundation for the strong body of the future Earth Knight.

"Stop singing, something is flying over. Oh, it's a blizzard eagle, a kind of eagle-like flying monster, very fast, good at ice and frost, and the cold weather here is its home. Hurry up and find a cave to hide and avoid its mobility."

The sun face warned in Luther's mind.

This guy also has such an additional function, which can scan nearby monsters when the distance is close, and it was created by the sage, who knows all kinds of monsters.

It's really raining and the roof leaks.

Luther burst into tears, then threw away the knight's sword in his hand, carried his bag, bare his butt, used his fighting spirit, and ran wildly.

"Chiu!" An eagle cry resounded through the world, and a white light followed like a shadow, approaching Luther at a very fast speed. Luther looked back and was scared.

This was a very small eagle. In fact, Luther could not distinguish between an eagle and an eagle. In short, it looked like an eagle, with sharp claws and a sharp beak.

You can tell at a glance that it is not easy to mess with.

It is really small, only the size of a human head. It is snow-white all over, only the claws and beak are black.

It is coming with the wind, with great momentum.

Small means faster speed.

Although Luther lacks combat experience, he knows that he can't run anymore. If he runs again, there will be a hole in his back, and blood will gush out like a fountain.

With his feet paused, Luther turned back very quickly in an extremely awkward posture, swung out a sword, and the sword was wrapped in earthy yellow fighting spirit, and chopped it head-on at the Blizzard Eagle.

"Chi!" Another eagle cry, the Blizzard Eagle easily made a beautiful mid-air turn in the air, easily avoiding the sword.

Then it stretched out its claws and easily made a hole in Luther's shoulder.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

KO hit, Luther landed on his back, then quickly got up and fled in a hurry.

Warcraft, a kind of pervert that combines strength and magic, and has a certain amount of wisdom. Under the same level, ordinary knights will not be the opponent of Warcraft.

The last time Luther dealt with the poisonous acid lizard, it took three people to win a thrilling victory.

Not to mention now.

Moreover, Luther was not wearing any clothes, and the biting cold wind affected his mobility to some extent.

"Huh!" The cold wind whistled, and a breath that was even colder than the world came from behind. Luther knew that this was the frost of the blizzard eagle.

In addition to being nervous, Luther also looked back funny. It was the first time he saw a Warcraft using magic, and he was a little excited.

It was not spit out from the mouth, but the blizzard eagle spread its wings, and after a wave of magic power, the frost and ice came, and the fan-shaped white breath came to the face.

Ordinary people should be frozen in an instant.

After taking a look, Luther did not dare to look again, wrapped his whole body with fighting spirit, and ran wildly. The defense of the earth's fighting spirit is indeed very strong, and it is very effective in resisting this kind of attack.

However, Luther's resistance to frost is still too poor. The biting coldness drilled in from the outside of the fighting spirit, and for a moment Luther had the illusion that his blood had solidified, and his mobility dropped again.

Behind him.

"Chiu"

After firing a cannon of ice and frost, the blizzard eagle cried out, flapped its wings, and turned into a white light. The black claws stretched out again, intending to attack Luther from behind.

Fortunately, God blesses.

Luther saw a cave in front of him, and quickly fluttered and rolled into the cave, avoiding this fatal blow.

Outside the cave, the blizzard eagle hovered in the sky, constantly making eagle cries.

Luther raised his middle finger to the blizzard eagle, and if you have the guts, come in.

Damn.

Of course the Blizzard Eagle would not go in. The sky is its home ground. Entering the cave would only limit its mobility. Facing a knight in the cave, the Blizzard Eagle would be crazy.