“It’s cold. Can’t I rest nearby camp fire? Gol gol gol.”
Geumini was made of gold.
Just like his expensive gold body, he was very lazy.
Weed replied very honestly,
“If you don’t fight, I’ll melt you.”
“I will follow my Master’s words. Gol gol gol.”
“Take this bow.”
Weed gave him the bow he was equipped with.
Flutter!
Making a bit frivolious sound, the six Wyverns flew up to the sky.
The skilled Wyverns that survived fighting against the Legion of Undead.
Wyverns circled in the sky with dignity.
Just like an eagle preying, looking for a moment of opening!
But Wyverns quickly switched their minds.
“Gosh I’m gonna freeze to death. Let’s attack.”