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Outside the city gate, beside the trail.

The setting sun added a touch of warmth to this icy city, Istar pinned the war spear behind him and walked slowly on the ice field.

The distance she took in each step was accurately calculated, as if it were a robot.

She has been walking on this path for half an hour.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her and covered her with a thin golden veil, but her brilliant blonde hair was more dazzling than the setting sun.

Istar stopped suddenly, her eyes condensed, and she realized that the scenery in front of her was somewhat familiar.

I saw it half an hour ago.

As a result, Istar stopped moving forward, staring at the sun gradually setting on the top of the mountain, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Come out."

Only wind responded to her.

"cut!"

Istar slammed a spear violently, and the spear rose up against the storm, but its size was precisely controlled to a certain scale, and it smashed into the deserted snowfield more accurately.

clang!

Gold and iron cried, sparks flew everywhere.

A tall figure appeared under Istar's war spear, and the giant pillar in his hand blocked Istar's slash.

The spear shrank and returned to its normal size.

Istar turned his head to look at the uninvited guest.

It's Bouwanga.

Buwanga put down the weapon he used to block Istar, with a surprised expression on his face.

"How did you discover me."

Istar was silent.

She would never admit that it was because she was lost.

"What does the patriarch do?" Istar looked cold.

Buwanga was about to speak, but his throat was blocked. He stared at Istar closely, his eyes flickering.

Obviously the face was exactly the same, the weapons he used were the same, and all aspects were the same, but Buwanga just couldn't confirm whether the person in front of him was the warrior who killed the ice dragon Skarsa.

After reading it carefully several times, Buwanga still couldn't make a conclusion.

Perhaps seeing Buwanga's hesitation, Istar spoke: "Istar, this is my name."

Buwanga smiled heartily and walked over, "You are as powerful as the adventurer who defeated Skasa, may I ask her to be yours..."

"No comment."

Istar doesn't sell the face of the big man who is one of the Four Sword Saints and the patriarch of the Bantu clan.

"But if you have anything you want to say to her, I can convey it for you."

Buwanga suddenly hesitated.

"And she won't show up for some time in the future. You can only find her through me."

"In that case..." Buwanga was not hypocritical, and took out a lot of things and stuffed it into Istar's arms. "This is a gift from the Bantu tribe to the adventurer. Thank you for helping us Bantu. The clan got rid of Skarsa, and this kindness to the Bantu clan will be remembered forever."

"Thanks?"

Istar clearly remembered that Tiana hadn't taken on any mission before cutting down the Skassa Dragon.

"Although we have not issued a commission to kill Skarsa and made a promise, it is too insignificant for the benefactor who saved the entire Bantu tribe."

Istar finally accepted Buwanga's gift, and she glanced slightly and found that these things were some dung except the potion.

Treat money as dirt.

Seeing Ista silently accepted, Buwanga finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid Istar would refuse.

The whereabouts of this group of adventurers are erratic, and there is often the kind of ruthless character who is missing if they don't go well. It is a pity that he does not appear for a year or two.

"Is there anything else?" Istar asked.

Buwanga moved his gaze to the war spear behind her and smiled and said, "It used to be, but now it's gone."

"Based on the cut just now, if I suppress my strength to the same level as you, I'm afraid I will die faster than Skasa."

The Four Juggernauts have their own arrogance. Even though Buwanga's thoughts are pure, full of bravery and passion, he was the only person who was not affected by Silok in the Battle of the Screaming Cave, but he still has his own pride in his heart. .

However, this pride has been shattered by someone today.

Buwanga even forgot what to do when Istar slashed the knife. If it weren't for his body to instinctively raise his weapon to defend, he might have been slightly injured now.

"I heard this sentence from someone named Soderros and Liang Yue. Neither of them is weaker than you."

When Buwanga was in shock, Istar had quietly left Amuros and headed to the south of the vast Arad continent.

She also has an unfinished wish from Tiyana, a wish about the future of the Bantu tribe.

Of course, this time she learned to use teleportation potions.

The trip to the snow mountain is officially over.

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Cuckoo, it's early morning before six o'clock!

Chapter 182

Belmar Principality, West Coast, Guild of Wizards.

White lights lit up on the large square in front of the Wizards’ Guild. This is the resurrection point and teleportation point in the West Coast area. There is a huge flow of people, and countless players come out from here every moment, making this originally prosperous place. The commercial city is more prosperous.

Istar walked down the street with a huge war spear behind him, attracting many eyes.

"This is not the one who slashed the ice dragon a few days ago..."

"I heard that she was invited by the government to have tea."