"It's so cold, I feel like I'm about to be frozen." Shiloai pinched his nose and said in a half-crying voice: "Dagon, is it necessary to freeze me like this? I want to use spells to keep warm."

"No! You are wearing thick enough clothes and holding a peat stove in your arms. You don't need to waste mana on heating." Dagon turned around from the coachman's position, stared at Shiloae, and said, "You are not sick. The coldness is because your body has not adapted yet, and on the other hand, it is because you have a serious dependence on spells in your heart."

Dagon snorted, as if he was going to complain about what happened in the past two days. "No matter what you do, use spells. Use them to wash your hands, eat, get in the car, get off the car... I thought at first that you were exercising spells, but later I found out that you were lazy! What you should do now is to make your body familiar with the environment here as soon as possible and make it warm up on its own. In the long run, this will be good for you."

Shiloai's mouth tilted to the side, his lips were fighting up and down, and he was whispering that he was obviously saying bad things about Dagon. Using spells to adjust the environment around his body so that girls can give priority to the beauty at any time, which is one of the main reasons why she chose to become a mage.

"I want to eat better." Shiloai wrapped his bedding tightly and made his own request.

"I may not be able to catch prey. I haven't seen small animals for a long time, but I found some holes poking out of the spears on the ground. There should be tribes around, so be careful." Dagon asked the dogs to slow down slightly, turned around and said, "You are moving under the bedding to generate some heat."

"Come and rub me?"

"It's better to go down and run two steps!" Dagon shook his head, pressed the reins with both hands, tilted his body slightly to maintain the balance of the vehicle. He had never learned to drive a dog-pulled car, but his excellent physical control and posture perception allowed him to grow rapidly. Shiloai could shout cold, but she never complained about shaking.

In the deep winter, wind and snow rage, the cold ruled everything. The residents of the north can only avoid its sharpness and hide in places as deep as possible. If a tribe can find a deep cave with geothermal heat inside, it is tantamount to a place chosen by God. With such caves as the core, it can often form larger tribes and control larger areas, but it also means greater danger.

There is no "advantage" race in the Northland, and the territory will not be divided according to race, such as the living forests of elves, the mountains of the Jiangu tribes or the lowland plains of humans. Various races are mixed together, and according to family traditions, sacrificial beliefs and production and lifestyles are gathered. According to the standards of elves, some tribes are just "not advanced" and "not civilized", but there are many tribes that are equivalent to barbarism and danger.

They are very dangerous to their neighbors, travelers, and even themselves. It is not difficult to distinguish such a tribe, just look at how many ogres live in them.

"There are three ogres staring at us in the east, about 300 meters. Do you see the three white stones stacked together? They are right behind." Shiloai was holding the elf card tightly under the bedding, and she could alert her surroundings through the eyes of the invisible eagle.

"Is the ogre fat?" asked Dagon.

"Ah! I don't want to eat that kind of thing!" Shiloai grinned and said, "There are ogres in the recipe of Jiangu?"

"We don't eat either!" Dagon knew that Shiloai was really teasing him on purpose, and while cooperating to act anger, he also had to explain to her patiently. "Ogreats are very greedy. If they encounter food, they will definitely not waste it or store it. They will seize every opportunity to make themselves fat. If they are thin people, it means they are very hungry and the danger is great."

"Don't worry about their fatness, they've rushed over anyway." Shiloai yawned, and the cold wind that kept blowing the ends of her hair always made her feel sleepy. "Will the thin ogre run faster?"

"Maybe." Dagon raised his head to the front right and saw three running ogres. They were gray-green-skinned giants, about two and a half meters tall, with a pear-shaped head, almost hairless on their heads, a mouth that was particularly large, and covered with shark-like teeth. The ogres have wide shoulders and long arms, which are particularly useful when grabbing hands and feet to tear people apart, and are also particularly suitable for simple weapons such as waving wooden sticks. Unfortunately, their legs are relatively short, and running has never been their specialty, especially when charging down the hillside.

"They can't catch up." Dagon called on the dog group to run with all their might, and at the same time increased the mana output, allowing the puppet mount to push it behind. "Help me pay attention to the surrounding terrain and be careful that the ogres may set traps in advance."

"No need to worry about it - let the dog rest." Shiloai raised his hand, and a ball of pink flame rose high into the air, then fired out, drew an arc like a stone thrower, landing accurately on the ogre's head.

The ogre shook his head, suddenly became angry and rushed towards his companion. The three ogres wrestled and nibbled each other, as if the other was a dinner they had been away from for a long time.

Seeing that the ogre lost the threat, Dagon asked the dog to resume walking speed, which would help preserve his physical strength. "Your spell is so useful," Dagon said, "If I were asked to solve the ogre, it would definitely not be so easy."

"This time you didn't praise me a little, and you deduct one point." Shiloai shook his head and said, "It's not easy to use enchantment spells to my level. Maybe you can't do it in your life. Apart from talent, you look at me now, because you don't see my past accumulation, which is unfair. Just like I see you standing easily in the cold wind, but not mentioning your training in martial arts."

"Well, that's right. I do what I'm good at. You do what you are good at. Only by learning from your strengths and weaknesses will you have higher efficiency." Dagon was speaking, and suddenly pulled the reins and turned the lead dog. The dog group led the car to a gentle slope, avoiding the obviously flatter road.

"There is a pit, right next to the gravel, which may have been dug by the ogre." Dagon used the earth transportation technique to transport a stone from the roadside. He bent down and picked it up, and then threw it hard. With a rumbling sound, the pit was triggered, and a three-meter-wide deep pit opened its hideous mouth.

"I made a mistake, I didn't notice it." Shiloae shook the Elf Card and said, "The Mana Eagle has sharp eyes, but its intelligence is poor and it is impossible to distinguish the trap."

"So I'm still useful." Dagon wouldn't say that he discovered the pits underground by relying on his hearing on the earth, nor would he say that he used the same method to find prey. "Hehe, I'm so lucky. I found a nest of rabbits. Do you want to improve your food?"

"Think!" Shiloai widened his eyes and said loudly: "Tell me where are the rabbits? I promise I can let them come out obediently, and no one can escape!"

The four snow rabbits encountered Dagon and Shiloae, which was really unlucky. They could not hide and could not escape. Dagon relied on the hearing of the earth to determine the location of the rabbit through the soil, and could accurately describe the direction of the rabbit's hole. Shiloae poured the hypnotic controlled spell into the hole. Wherever the pink sparks and clouds went, the rabbits became fools, walked out obediently, and even stretched out their legs to tie them up.

At night, behind a large rock sheltered from the wind, a bonfire reflected the faces of two travelers. There was a tree struck by lightning nearby, and its wreckage was fully utilized in the flames. On the one hand, the simple reflective wall surrounded by surrounding stones can restrain the heat, while the dogs roast the fire on both sides and enjoy a rare rest time.

The grease dripped from the grill made the flames whisper. Dagon used a knife slice to put the rabbit meat on a plate, handed it to Shiloai, and put it on a fork. Because Shiloai didn't want to hold the bones like Dagon, she wanted to keep her elegant. At the same time, the dogs who had eaten were looking at Dagon with their big shiny eyes, making a sound of ummy oh oh oh oh oh, hoping to get some more rabbit meat to eat--they didn't even rub their saliva and didn't care about their image at all.

"Your skills are not very good - rabbits are not as delicious as travel cakes." Shiloae tugged the meat with a fork and put it in his mouth and chewed it hard. "I remember the rabbit meat was not so hard, which made my face tired."

"Exercise more!" Dagon gnawed two bites of meat, then threw the bones to the leader dog.

"Where are you trying to exercise your face! Do you want me to become ugly? The plate of big-faced faces is as wide as the Jiangu people?"

"You can't have that possibility!" Dagon wiped his mouth and said to Hiloai: "If you have the strength, just watch the night. If you don't want to watch, just go to bed directly. At night, the star helmet will stare at the surroundings, and the wind and movements will give you a warning, you can sleep with confidence."

"My mana hawk is also looking around. It can see through the darkness and provide far better protection than the star helmet!"

"That's great," said Dagon. "I heard the howls of creatures in the distance, no less than ten. I hope they don't get close, so I can have a good sleep."

"I heard it too. What is that? Wolf?"

"I don't know. I haven't been to this area, and I can even say that I lack understanding of the entire surface world." Dagon sighed and said, "Don't worry, listen to the sound, that creature is not big, I can definitely deal with it. Even if you don't have the ability to cast spells, I will protect you, don't worry."

"On the contrary. If you can't fight, I will definitely throw you away and I will never worry about it!"

"oh."

"What does Oh mean? You don't believe me, right?"

"I just said something, there is no intention of not believing it." Dagon got into the sleeping bag, put the star helmet on his head, and finally added a handful of firewood. "Shiloai, you can say it in these two days. Do you feel unsafe when you come to the wild?"

"Is there?" Shiloai stretched hard, then shivered by the cold wind, and quickly retracted back into the bedding. "I have been very good at speaking since I was a child. I used magic to force my brother to listen to my nonsense for six hours. I was too tired to teach in the academy, so I had no gossip. Here, although it was a little cold, it was very relaxed. What's wrong with me saying something? Do you have to worry about it?"

"I'm talking too much and I can't sleep well," said Dagon. "Please pay attention to your posture and don't stretch out your hands and feet. Although the star helmet will look at you, it will have to pull me up so that I can tidy up your quilt."

"Why do you come over me?"

"Then how can I sleep..."
Chapter completed!