He swept through them all the way. Whether Snow Demons or Snow Ghosts, they were mere fodder before Russell, not worth a second slash.
He was now practically a humanoid dragon.
With a giant dragon personally taking the field, even Riding Blue Skins or Snow Demons riding Snow Beasts only required one or two extra slashes.
"Every time they riot, I'll put them down!" After circling the snowy plains around the territory, Russell forcefully suppressed the Snow Demon uprising and happily returned home with a large bag of Hail Beads and Ice Soul Beads as spoils.
Although Frost Da had not come personally to deliver warmth, every Snow Demon uprising was equivalent to a surge in his worth.
"With so many Ice Soul Beads and Hail Beads, how many cigars would I have to sell to earn this much!" Russell was in high spirits. "My little sprite Nico works herself to death growing tobacco, yet she still can't compare to one trip of mine across the snowy plains."
Of course.
Snow Demon uprisings did not happen all the time, while sprites farmed without pause through two growing seasons every year. One was a windfall, while the other was regular income.
Returning to Cigar Castle.
Russell did not even climb down from Black Oil Dragon Rosai's back, instead tossing down the bag. "Morris, put this away!"
"Yes, sir!" Butler Morris happily picked up the bag. It was so heavy that he nearly threw out his back.
Russell patted Rosai's neck.
The Wyvern Knight took to the skies again and flew straight toward Fluorite Castle. Clay Dragon Ross was coiled atop a tower, and when he saw Rosai arrive, he glared viciously at her. He disliked Russell, and by extension, detested Rosai as well.
However, Rosai did not care in the slightest.