Ronan Is in Trouble!

Under the influence of the Scouts.

The night hunters left their nests.

The daily killing scene was reenacted.

More and more black shadows appeared on the ground.

The north wind continued to howl mercilessly.

..

Another hour later.

Helen Mountains.

Dragon Snake Mountain.

On a narrow path.

Matthew wrapped himself up tightly, but the cold wind continued to pour into his body from all directions.

It was difficult for defensive spells to defend against this kind of all-pervasive wind.

Matthew recalled a few tricks.

However, it seemed to be useless on such an occasion.

He could only try to ask for help from 177:

" Is there a spell that can stabilize the temperature or block the cold wind?"

177 shook his head.

"You're too weak, Matthew.

"Look at you. You're almost wrapped up like a mummy!

" Look at the crippled young man behind you. He's only wearing a pair of pants.