"It's a dragon!"
Mike stood above the snow valley and looked at the behemoth.
It was a giant dragon, whose body was nearly 80 meters long with two wings and covered with dark blue scales all over its body.
At this moment, it was sleeping soundly in freezing snow, making a deafening snore.
When Mike's eyes were attracted by the giant dragon, Kelthuzad and others had already found a huge treasure box covered by the dragon tail and ice on the back of the giant dragon!
"As long as we kill this stupid dragon and open the treasure box, we will get the treasures related to the mage tower, right?"
Kelthuzad's voice was low and his eyes were full of enthusiasm.
The black evil air emanated from the magic stick, which was held in his right hand, twisted, and finally turned into a dark ball hanging in the palm of Kelthuzad.
Was this the real appearance of his demonic wand? Mike felt strange.
"Prophet Kelthuzad, aren't we going to prepare some traps to attack?"