Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1554: Chapter 1554 Leading the Way

Town!

A Northern stronghold!

The sun shines bright in the South!

In Town, the snow flies!

The city closest to the Arctic in the Northern Border, with a population of over ten million!

The people here are called a fighting nation!

They walk their dogs, drink alcohol, sit on sleds, and hunt wolves.

The snowfield wolves must avoid these drunks by a wide margin.

On Snow Wolf Lake.

There is a line of silhouettes.

At the front are Julius Reed and Elaenor Wood.

Further back, the servants of the Young Family pull the sled across the lake, walking slowly.

On the sled sit Nelson, Gabriel Young, and the fallen Caldwell Family lady, Merrill Caldwell.

Leaving Swimming City for Town, they encountered a violent storm.

The water froze over, and the group had to abandon the boat and trek on foot.

"What fine weather."

Elaenor Wood stepped on the ice, feeling inexplicably good.

Years ago, he was encased in ice on Boulevard Mountain for hundreds of years, lying in ice blocks daily.

He no longer feared the cold.

Seeing Julius Reed in a cotton coat beside him, Elaenor Wood mocked, "A dignified Holy Master, afraid of the cold?"

"Who said I’m afraid of the cold?" Julius Reed raised an eyebrow at him, shook his head, and said, "Ignorant."

"Then why?" Elaenor Wood wasn’t upset.

Walking in the snow and wind felt particularly homey to him.

"Identity." Julius Reed pointed to the logo on his clothes: "Understand? This is identity!"

Elaenor Wood, having been in the snow mountain for centuries, couldn’t possibly know these things.

"Have you thought about how to explain it later?" He pointed at the three women behind him: "Quella Radcliffe is in Town, you know."

"I’m the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance; do I need to explain?" Julius Reed snorted softly.

Quella Radcliffe!

Haven’t seen her for a long time.

Swimming City was chaotic, and after learning that Quella was rescued by Terry Moore and Karen, he never had time to return.

Now, with Elaenor Wood instructing Zain Ellsworth to bring her to Town, Julius Reed needn’t worry.

"Zain Ellsworth sent news that Town has been taken over. Many martial artists have already submitted, willingly serving them." Elaenor Wood spoke calmly.

Their gaze fell on the buildings in the distance.

There was Town.

The eye of the Northern Border snowstorm.

"No resistance?" Julius Reed stepped in the snow, a little surprised.

It seemed the martial artists of Town lacked backbone.

"I heard that on their first day in Town, that group found the locally most influential martial artist and, in front of many, granted him immortality..." Before Elaenor Wood could finish, Julius Reed already understood.

Who could resist immortality?

This was an irresistible temptation.

The Undead Tribe’s trick was indeed formidable.

"Stop!"

As the two chatted.

A team of people on snowmobiles, carrying dart boxes, swiftly surrounded them. noveldrama

"Where are you from?"

The leader took off his helmet, unbuckled a flask from his waist, and took a swig.

His face was flushed red, obviously from drinking too much.

His breath reeked of alcohol as he spoke.

"Entering the city," Julius Reed said calmly: "Don’t tell me I need permission to enter the city?"

"Not before, but not now!" The drunken man with a big beard, wearing a white cotton jacket, held a dart box in one hand and drank with the other: "Old Four, take out the photo and compare it."

Once he finished, a stout man in similar attire pulled out a photo from his chest.

"Nope!" Old Four glanced at it and immediately responded.

"Then let’s go." The leader took a swig, about to leave.

"No, I saw it wrong!"

Old Four rubbed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing Elaenor Wood: "Doesn’t look like it either."

"Let me see!" The leader snatched the photo, instantly sobering up!

"It’s them!"

Excitement!

Joy!

And thrill!

Their blood boiled!

Someone said finding the person in the photo meant receiving divine immortality!

Just like the locally famous Great Grandmaster, undying!

They’d witnessed that Grandmaster being pierced by darts, yet not dying!

Stabbed repeatedly, yet not dead!

All martial artists in Town were searching for the person in the photo.

Quillermo Ridge never expected to stumble upon such good fortune!

Crash!

A dozen dart boxes instantly aimed at Julius Reed.

"Apologies!" Quillermo Ridge dismounted his snowmobile, exhaled deeply, eyes full of excitement: "Brother, I’ll use you to trade for some wealth and glory."

"Lucky, but not smart. For someone not smart, this is not luck; it’s misfortune." Elaenor Wood chuckled lightly.

"What do you mean?" Quillermo Ridge raised the dart box, aiming at Elaenor Wood: "Don’t think about running away!"

"Anyone powerful enough to want us caught must be formidable, right?" Elaenor Wood asked: "If someone formidable is searching, would it be ordinary people? Have you thought about whether you can handle it if you run into us?"

"This..." Quillermo Ridge hesitated.

They say alcohol dulls the mind.

With Elaenor Wood’s reminder, he instantly realized he made a mistake!

A fatal mistake!

"Boss, he’s bluffing! In my opinion, he’s got no skills!" Old Four brandished a dart box, aiming directly at Elaenor Wood: "Shut up, say another word, and I’ll splatter you!"

"Try using the dart box?" Elaenor Wood grasped the dart box rod, smiling: "You have one second."

Just as the words fell.

The dart box rod began to frost over!

Old Four was startled in his heart!

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he found his arm had no feeling.

Next was his body!

In just two seconds!

A living person turned into an ice sculpture.

"Old Four!" Quillermo Ridge was shocked, urinating his pants!

The rest stepped back hastily.

"See, your good brother proved it with his life." Elaenor Wood grinned devilishly, flicking his finger lightly on the dart box rod.

Click!

In an instant!

Both man and dart box shattered!

Turned to powder!

Gulp.

Quillermo Ridge’s head buzzed!

His legs weakened, kneeling directly.

"Give me a reason not to kill you." Julius Reed picked up the photo from the ground, frowning slightly.

This was a photo of him from Swimming City?

Sure enough, Swimming City was full of traitors.

Julius Reed glanced back at Ambrose Young, tearing the photo to shreds.

"Sir, I, Quillermo Ridge, was blind to provoke you." Quillermo Ridge trembled, tears flowing incessantly.

"I’ll say it one last time, give me a reason not to kill you." Julius Reed spoke coldly.

"I..." Quillermo Ridge’s eyes darted, quickly speaking: "Are you entering Town! I know the way! I’ll guide you! Rest assured, I won’t betray!"

He said, picking up the dart box from the ground, turning around and activating several dart boxes!

The martial artists who came with him all fell to the ground.

"Is that okay?"

Quillermo Ridge’s heart pounded!

"Very good." Julius Reed nodded, lightly tapping his face: "How many undying people are in Town?"

"Three! One of them is having a birthday tonight!" Despite the cold weather, Quillermo Ridge was drenched in sweat!

"Oh? That’s convenient." Julius Reed looked at Elaenor Wood: "Got a free meal tonight."

"Joy turns to mourning?" Elaenor Wood shrugged: "I’ll just eat."