Death of the Evil Dragon (1)

The cerulean sky of the Amos Icefield was like a mirror. Its light wispy clouds extended to the horizon. The further they ventured into the Amos Icefield, the more it seemed as if the entire world was covered in frost. There was not a single plant. All that was left was the endless white of a world of snow.

At this moment, a few black dots appeared on this blank white canvas. The dragonslaying squad was quite eye-catching. They had been on the Icefield for half a month already, tracing the clues that Ibu had left, then following his lead. They had finally caught traces of Evil Dragon Frost's tracks.