Silverfang listened nonchalantly as the old dwarf came up with all sorts of justifications for their actions hundreds of years ago, and only felt a little ridiculous—stealing is stealing, robbing and robbing, and a dragon never bothered to explain anything for himself.

It tugged at the chains again, squinted in satisfaction, avoided the ribs broken in the fall, fell low, and then jerked to its feet, shook off the loose chains with its head and neck and wings, and lunged forward, successfully freeing most of his body from the restraints, and the remaining chains trapped his hind legs and lower body, but it already had enough space to exert force.

The dwarven guards behind him let out a panicked cry, but Silver Fang didn't care, ignoring the alarm from higher up, and not looking at the old king in front of him who staggered back as it rushed forward and fell to the ground, only tensed his hind legs and flicked his powerful long tail. The chain made a tooth-aching twisting sound, and finally after a few crunching sounds, it succumbed to its great force and broke one by one.

It's free.

The ancient ice dragon roared in triumph, and a loud sound reverberated through the pit like thunder.

Soon, the dwarves will swarm again, but without traps, how can those poor and hateful little things catch a dragon?

But before leaving, it has other things to do.

Silverfang used his remaining front paws to flip over the old dwarf who had just gotten up, holding him down. It can easily shred a dwarf's body, or it can grab him as a threat to make the other dwarves give up their attacks.

Silver Fang hesitated, and for a brief moment, a small figure rushed out of the dark corner, waving his hands in front of it and shouting:

"Stop! you can't hurt him!"

It looked at her in surprise - it was a human girl with long, curly black hair.

There was a pain between his fingers, and he couldn't help but let go of his front paws, and the stubborn old dwarf actually pulled out the axe stuck in his waist and gave it to him fiercely.

The ice dragon easily caught up with the old guy who was quickly rolling away, delivered him a crisp blow, and watched with satisfaction as blood burst out of the deep wound in his back, and then turned to the stunned black-haired girl.

Whose name did she call it?--How many ice dragons are left in the world?

"You know it. It smiled coldly, "That guy with the stench of humanity." ”

An even more petite figure rushed out, dragging the black-haired girl back desperately.

"What the fuck!" she cursed rudely, "this isn't that fucking bastard at all!"

She was followed by a man as tall and strong as a barbarian, who roared in rage and fearlessly slammed his hammer into the ice dragon's chest.

The terrifying power made Silverfang wince and avoid it to the right.

Another tomahawk slashed at its hind legs, and the dwarven guards were already roaring and rushing towards it.

Silverfang didn't want to stay on the ground and entangle with the dwarves. It flailed its wings, kicked the ground on its hind legs, and quickly flew in place in the limited space, slightly forward, grabbed the two girls who had not had time to escape, and flew upward.

There is already no other trap to stop it. The rock formation above had thinned under the dwarves' hammering, and it only took a few hits for it to break through it and return to the sky.

Akan threw a hammer at the ice dragon. He'd never used his hammer like this, but he had to stop the dragon, which had taken away the friend he had just met.

The hammer spun and slammed into the ice dragon's ass, and the ice dragon roared in rage, as if ready to land and clean up the unknown human, but the rain of arrows, axes, and even stones around him made him change his mind.

It lifted its upper body slightly, straightened its neck, and struggled upward.

The hammer fell, smashing bright sparks on the hard rocky ground, and Akan tried to run over to pick it up, but stumbled due to the dwarven attack behind him. An axe slashed at his leg. Unable to catch up with the ice dragons, some of the dwarven guards flocked to their wounded king, some began to charge towards the upper levels, and some targeted Akhan.

Akan hesitated between fleeing and surrendering, he didn't want to fight a bunch of angry dwarfs, they all looked terrible, but if he was caught, who would save his friends?

A figure appeared behind the dwarves and rushed straight for Akan, his not-so-strong body easily knocking away all the dwarves in his path.

"Idiot!"

The man cursed impatiently, the familiar voice and tone of voice that made Akan crack his mouth with delight, but what happened next was absolutely unexpected—white wings spread out from the man's back, and a gust of wind swept through him, causing him to close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw another ice dragon in front of him.

The ice dragon grabbed Akan who was stunned in place, waved his wings vigorously, and chased upward. While leaning sideways to the side of the pit to avoid the falling rocks above, he suddenly felt someone jump on his neck.

It shook its head in anger, but the man clasped his limbs around its neck and cried out, "I know where Scott Criess is!"

The ice dragon hesitated, roared in annoyance, and rushed upward.

The dwarves of the Silver Tooth Mines witnessed their destruction that day. Many years later, however, in the stories they told their children and grandchildren, it was the terrifying and strange spectacle of a huge ice dragon rushing out of the abyss in the middle of the pit, its huge body crashing into the rock formations above, shaking the entire pit, falling stones of all sizes, and screaming of the dwarves who could not escape, transmitting fear to every corner of Charlenhall. After a few impacts, the rock cracked with lamentation, and a ray of moonlight shone onto the realm of the dwarves it had never visited, gilding the legendary beast with a soft silver glow, giving the terrifying moment an eerie serenity and sacredness.

Several huge rocks grazed the ice dragon's body and smashed straight into the bottom of the pit. A large hole appeared in the rock formation.

The ice dragon let out a long chirp and flew out of the pit in the moonlight. Immediately after, another white shadow rushed up like lightning.

That's another ice dragon. Much smaller than the one it had been, but it was more agile and swift, writhing easily in mid-air to avoid the rocks that had smashed at it, and most of the dwarves had already rushed out of the hole before they could raise their weapons again and shoot an arrow.

The frightened dwarves slowly left their hiding places, wordlessly looking up at the starry sky they rarely saw. More moonlight poured down along with a flurry of snowflakes and snow, and their kingdom was unrecognizable.

Mork Bronze Flame couldn't say a word for a long time. He and Norway stood in the gondola that could descend directly from the upper level to the bottom of the pit, and at any moment he could be smashed by the stones falling from the sky and break the blood, but he just stared blankly at the two ice dragons that flew out of the pit one after the other, and his face was blank.

“...... You are right. He looked up at the elf, his expression complicated, but finally regained his composure.

Norway withdrew his gaze from the same gaze that had been looking up at the hole, and looked down, the falling rock had caused the most direct damage to the dwarven guards at the bottom of the pit, and he feared that something had happened to the stubborn old king.

Mock yelled upwards, and soon, the hanging basket that had stopped in mid-air began to continue to fall. They had just stepped into the gondola when a huge dragon roar came from the bottom of the pit, and when it was halfway down at a dangerous speed, the first ice dragon flew out, and the wind from its wings nearly toppled the gondola, and then the rocks began to fall, and the dwarves who were responsible for turning the noose to make the gondola move were probably injured or stunned, and they just stuck in the air, watching everything happen.

When they reached the bottom, the sight before them made the elves' hearts sink down, the bottom of the pit was a mess, large and small stones were scattered all over the ground, a dozen dwarves were hit by the stones, several were still moaning, two of them were getting up on their own strength, probably not seriously injured, one of the dwarves with their legs crushed was calling for help from their companions, and the rest were silent. Dwarves had already run out of the nearby passages, and Mork cried out loudly, directing them to help their wounded companions while searching for their king.

They found Kogan Bronze Flame from under the corpses of the two dwarves. The king, who was protected by the guards with his life, was not hit by the stones, but he had a deep wound in his back, and dark blood soaked his clothes and the ground around him.

He was dying.

In the text, next Monday, 357 single change, 246 double change, forgive me~.