He immediately saw Sun Altar in front of him squatting the immortal bird with a red flame all over it. In Ice Cave not far away, a snoring frost dragon was lying on the ground.
"Hi, my dear little Flamer and Icerog. Long time no see. Are you still sleeping?"
Hearing Wharton's voice, Flamer and Icerog opened their eyes almost at the same time.
Then they all screamed excitedly, flew out of their lair, and pounced on Wharton.
"Ouch!"
Wharton screamed and fell to the ground by the two powerful mythical beasts.
Immortal bird and frost dragon rubbed on his body from left to right intimately.
Wharton laughed happily, patted the two guys' bodies, and praised, "You are so strong! I suspect that even if you don't defend yourself at all, you just stand there and let people attack you casually. And ordinary level-3 magic can't hurt you anymore."
He was right. That was the truth!