Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Snow capped the peaks of the San Soliel mountain range year-round. For those closer to the bottom, the daytime sunshine would often bring with it bursts of warmth, whereas the nights could deliver a freezing cold.
Ten kilometers north of Dragon City, an elf and a beastman were walking in the snow. The two walked together without any of the hostility that typically came with their encounters. This was a very rare combination.
“This damned weather… It seems like it’s about to snow again. I hope we don’t encounter a blizzard.”
The elf was wrapped in a thick cotton coat. He tugged at his collars to keep the wind and snow from pouring in. He muttered in a low voice with the continent’s common language.
He continued with overwhelming hate at the current environment, “I want to return to the city, lean by a warm fire, and roast one of those sweet and sour apples. Then I’ll stuff them in white bread. Hehe, that will certainly be exquisite.”
At the request of the mighty lord, all the people of the city were required to speak with the continent’s common language. This was to allow all races to communicate. It was the same as how some countries promoted their main language on Earth.
The elf pursed his dry lips.
“Hey, elf! You can go back if you can’t stand the weather. It’s enough for me to patrol alone. Looking at your skinny appearance, I’m afraid that a gust of wind would blow you away.”
The beastman next to the elf had the head of a tiger. He was robust and clad with animal fur. The wind and snow fell on it, leaving a layer of frosty white.
“Such a rude fellow! If it weren’t for the lord’s request that all patrol guards be mixed races, do you think that I would want to be with you!”
Elves weren’t good-tempered either. One could even say that they were condescending. He immediately cursed after hearing the beastman’s words.
But the elf wasn’t angry. Just by looking at them, it seems like this was just normal bantering. It could be said that this occurrence could be seen everywhere between the elves and the beastmen of the
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