Chapter 453 - A Dragon is Not as Fast as a Person (2/2)

After drinking and talking with everybody for a while, he left the city and flew straight north with Human Cannonball.

The Froststar Kingdom was so far away that he only finished half of the journey after flying for a whole day. After nightfall, he landed and took a rest in a rock cottage that he built with Mud to Rock.

He then browsed through the forum.

He certainly dared not fly at night, which would be too dangerous.

Flying with the spatial bubbles was very fast. Also, the closer he was to the north, the colder and cloudier the weather became.

He could barely see anything among the clouds, and he couldn’t sense gravity clearly during flight. Due to the lack of vision, he might lose his sense of direction and crash.

If he were to fly above the clouds, even though there was moonlight, he couldn’t see the ground past the clouds, and he couldn’t tell the direction either.

At dawn the next day, Roland set off again.

Observing the mountains nearby from the sky, and confirming his location with the simple map he took out from the system Backpack, he continued flying north at full speed.

When it was almost noon, Roland created magic s.h.i.+elds to block the strong wind and ate the meatloaf that he prepared.

Because he was too focused on flying and eating, he didn’t notice that a silver spot was chasing after him crazily.

It was far away behind him, but the silver spot chased him very desperately.

But after four hours, the silver spot finally lost Roland.

It gradually slowed down and began to hover.

Getting closer, it became obvious that the silver spot was actually a gigantic silver dragon.

After hovering for a while, it landed on the ground, folded its wings, and breathed heavily.

Its every breath would raise a minor hurricane before it.

After half an hour’s rest, the silver dragon was finally less exhausted. Silver magic waves rippling, the silver dragon turned into a mature human woman in silver armor.

Generally speaking, dragons prefered to take the shape of elves during their transformation, but many changed to human beings too.

While still breathing heavily, the woman mumbled, “He was the human being I saw on the prairie! He used spatial bubbles to push him! I finally know why he can be so fast. d.a.m.n it. Why do human beings know so many weird tricks?”

Roland didn’t know that he had outrun a silver dragon, which had the highest speed on average among the dragons.

After another half-day of flight, Roland saw the white mountain on the horizon at dusk.

He took out his map and checked it, only to be delighted.

The white mountain was the famous Dragon’s Back. Crossing the mountain, he would enter the Froststar Kingdom.

This place was already far in the north. The temperature here was much lower than that in Hollevin.

The mountain was white because it was covered in snow and ice.

The Froststar Kingdom was exactly a kingdom of snow and ice.

Night had fallen again at this moment. Roland landed and took shelter in a rock cottage that he built for himself again.

As the night fell, cold wind began to rage outside. It was even snowing.

The cottage was small, but its walls were 1.5 meters thick. The cold from outside couldn’t leak in even though a blizzard was going on.

Roland was very comfortable inside the cottage. As a professional, he was much more resistant to cold than ordinary people.

Lying on the blanket that he took out from the system Backpack, he continued browsing through the forum.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. When it came in from the air holes, weird and nasty noises could be heard.

Roland wasn’t bothered. Although the environment outside was horrible, his room was warm and cozy, and he felt tranquil and safe resting and reading the forum here.

It was as comfortable as listening to the drizzling rain outside the window on a spring night.

But at the same time, faint, bell-like clicks were carried over the freezing wind as a caravan was struggling forward in the blizzard.

A dim windproof lamp was hanging on the wagon in the lead and the rear end of the caravan.

With the help of the two lamps, the caravan was able to stay intact in the dark, terrible environment where wind was louder than words.

At the lead of the caravan, Wallace, leader of the caravan, roared at the guide nearby, “What s*ithole have you taken us to? We can’t see any villages yet. If we don’t find a shelter, the wind will be strong enough to blow us away by midnight. Then all of us will die on this plain.”

The guide was a middle-aged man who had a chiseled and weatherbeaten face.

Without talking, he simply looked around in hope of finding a shelter.

Though he looked calm on the surface, he was actually desperate.

The night was too dark for him to see what was around.

Based on his guiding experience in the past twenty years, he was already dead for sure, although he didn’t show his desperation.

In the meantime, he kept praying to the G.o.d of Guides and the G.o.d of Roads, hoping that the G.o.ds could protect him and let him walk away from this doom.

While he felt desperate, his G.o.d seemed to hear his prayer.

A rock building suddenly entered their sight.