Long Wei's power has always satisfied the ice dragon. It can't deny that watching people scurry or crouch on the ground in fright, it will have a faint sense of pleasure, just like when I was a child, I deliberately messed up a neat team of ants and watched them run around without a head.

But the strength of these barbarians is indeed admirable. They quickly overcame their fears and began to raise their weapons and rush at it with a roar, the rockets grazing its body and the axe slashing at its scales, causing it to roar unhappily. The ones that don't hurt it, but make it angry, and when it does, it's not even sure what it's going to do - most of them make it regret it, like getting a stupid woman back.

Maybe it's better to stop here today.

It lifted open another tent, pulled out a coarse cloth blanket large and thick enough, grabbed two pieces of clothing that looked like children's clothes, and slid low to the pyre—looking at the blazing bonfires, it knew there would be enough firewood. It's not afraid of the cold, but the few humans in the cave can't do without fire.

As it pulled the wood into the blanket with its claws, a sword slashed hard at its tail.

The ice dragon roared, spread its wings, and its massive body quickly twisted around and let out a roar at the daring barbarian—it really hurt!

It was a woman, and she was holding up a broad-bladed sword that seemed heavy to her, and slashing at it again.

The ice dragon flicked its long tail and tried to shoot the woman aside, but she was quick to avoid it.

All sorts of weapons rained down on it. The savage had begun to organize, and a spear with a thick rope flew over its left wing, and it flapped its wings in exasperation, and before the man on the other side could pull up the rope, he drew the spear and threw it far aside.

It saw the ballista - the people here seemed to be prepared, and perhaps it shouldn't have been so careless.

It flapped its wings and prepared to leave, but the woman rushed at it against the wind, as if she was going to kill her to strike a sword in its chest.

There was real anger in the golden eyes. If it really wants to hurt these people, even if they are prepared, they are simply vulnerable.

It stretched, raised its long neck, and let out an angry roar. It rarely used dragon breath - in fact, only once against the adventurers and the undead barbarian, and most of that only to scare them, but now, if these people really wanted to face the wrath of an ice dragon, it wouldn't mind showing them.

But a call easily stopped it.

"Stop!"

It was Naria's voice.

The black-haired girl stood right in front of it, wrapped in a cloak and wearing no shoes, her black curls flying messily, her face covered with tears, looking thin, fragile and embarrassed.

She had nothing to do with it - they had only been together for five years. It had told itself this countless times, but the sight of Naria like this made it feel like something was pounding on the softest part of its heart.

It still hurts for her. It cared more about the girl than it was willing to admit.

The ice dragon hesitated, the broad-bladed sword already slashing at its chest, a white mark on its scales that were more flexible than the rest of its body. It cried out in pain, stood upright, and landed heavily on the ground, slamming its whole body into the barbarian, who didn't know whether to live or die.

"No!Stop!" Narya shouted, as she rushed over and dragged Nutka to the ground, twisting the warrioress's arm so that she could no longer attack, while also placing her body between the ice dragon and Nutka.

The ice dragon could only growl in exasperation and retreat.

Naria turned her head, and there was something in her tearful gaze that made the ice dragon's heart instantly cold, like a cold, deadly breath that could not be spewed out, all of which spewed onto its own heart.

"You believe them?" it whispered in disbelief.

She believed that it was nothing more than a monster, that it could kill and eat people—that it should have known, and that sooner or later they would abandon all innocent thoughts, forget their former friends, and consider it to be nothing more than an evil dragon with a cruel and greedy nature......

It should have known this was the end.

When Ed, Norway, and Akan finally rounded the scurrying horses and men to find Naria, the ice dragon was flapping its wings and gradually ascending.

"Wait!" he shouted, but Ice Dragon's answer was unfazed.

The whisper crept into Ed's ears, and the tone of his voice made Ed understand that if they let it go now, they probably wouldn't be able to find it again.

He had to leave it - no, it would only get worse, it would be caught, or it would hurt more barbarians, and things would get more out of control.

He'd have to figure out a way, he can't lose Is's when he finally sees him again!

Ed jerked his head back and grabbed Akan in the chest.

"Throw me up!" His eyes lit up so that the big man thought he was going crazy, "Akhan, throw me at that dragon!"

Norway shook his head, "That's not a good idea. ”

"But maybe it's our only chance!" cried Ed, "Novi, trust me, he won't hurt me!"

“...... Akhan," the elf's voice looked a little helpless, "do as he says." ”

He'd definitely regret it - but looking into Ed's eyes, there was nothing he could do to stop him.

Before flying into the sky, the ice dragon sank slightly one last time to regain its balance, and at that moment, something slammed into its flank.

The ice dragon tilted slightly, and roared angrily again.

"Is...... Don't let me fall!"

Ed screamed in panic, scratching at the ice dragon's smooth scales as it slid down its body.

It must have heard him, but it ignored him. He couldn't fall to his death from this height, but he finally got up!

Luckily, Ed slid down the muscles of the ice dragon's waist to its hind legs, and then hugged one of its legs tightly.

“...... Let go!" the ice dragon yelled in exasperation.

"No," Ed replied dryly, now sitting on the hind paws of the ice dragon, clutching its legs with all fours, regretting that he had not brought a rope with him, and tied himself firmly to it—Philip Zeri could ride on Is's neck, why could he only hold his legs?!

The spear fired from the ballista flew towards the ice dragon, and it had to dodge to the side, flying higher.

It kicked its legs, and Ed immediately let out an exaggerated exclamation, causing it to stop helplessly.

Ed squirmed in satisfaction and hugged tighter.

The ice dragon rose higher and flew away from the camp, leaving the jumping and roaring creatures on the ground they would never be able to get out of - they could at least boast that they had driven out an ice dragon.

Ed watched the camp grow farther and smaller, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, and his heart was a little excited.

So, that's what it's like to fly...... Hopefully the position will be a little better next time.

The ice dragon flew silently, and Ed didn't know where it was going, but the cold wind in his face scraped his bare face and hands like a knife, and he soon froze too much to let go.

"Good...... It's cold, Is...... Fly...... Slow down. ”

He shuddered.

Now far enough away from that camp, the ice dragon leaned down, landed on the snow, and said coldly: "Come down." ”

"Nope. Ed still clinging to its legs. If the cold can make him let go, Iss underestimates his determination too much.

The ice dragon closed its mouth, lifted its hind legs, and shook it vigorously. Ed let out a startled cry, but the end was filled with an uncontrollable laugh, an awkward situation he bet had never been encountered by anyone, or a dragon.

And he bet Iss wouldn't dare to really push too hard, even if it lowered its head, flashed its sharp, cold-glittering front paws in a rage, and yelled at him, "Ed Singall, get out of here!" it wouldn't really hurt him.

"Nope. Ed stared at the ice dragon, trembling, his teeth chattering, and he could even see the hoarfrost on his eyelashes when he blinked. His hair and eyebrows must have turned white, and his face probably wouldn't look good, after all, he had run out of the tent in a hurry, and he didn't have time to put on much clothing.

The ice dragon's front paws slashed across Ed's limbs tightly coiled on its legs, seemingly unable to find a place to start. It could easily pull him down, of course, but it didn't know if it would hurt him.

It didn't want to hurt him—Ed was sure again.

"If you ...... Throw me here...... I'm going to die soon. He looked at the ice dragon with pitiful eyes wide open, no matter what it had in mind, he would never let go anyway.

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" the ice dragon growled in frustration.

"I have a lot of ...... That's a lot of things...... I'm going to tell you, though...... Can we find a ...... "If he stays in the snow any longer, he might actually freeze to death.

"I'm not interested in hearing anything from you!" the ice dragon roared impatiently.

"Even if it's ...... Scott's news?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" the ice dragon was so angry that he almost jumped up on the snow, "You only lie!"

Only then did Ed remember that someone had already used this trick.

Philip Zeri...... Paladins love to lie...... I've never lied to you!" The last sentence he almost shouted, feeling a little aggrieved. He was really, really, not the slightest lie to Is.

The ice dragon was stunned for a moment.

"And...... It's really cold, Is......" Ed shook his head tremblingly, for some reason, he seemed a little sleepy.

The ice dragon flew again. This time it seems to have slowed down and not flying too high.

Ed gradually stopped feeling cold, he probably got used to it. He couldn't feel his fingers, and gradually even his limbs seemed to leave him, only the warmth in his chest was always there. He lifted his eyelids, which were getting heavier, to make sure his hands and feet were still wrapped around the ice dragon's legs.

Very good.

He thought to satisfaction. Maybe he could take a nap, and when he woke up, he might find himself lying on a pile of gold coins, the fire next to him crackling and burning with a warm flame......

"Ed ...... Ed Singer ...... "He heard the sound of the ice dragon in a trance, as if with a little panic and anxiety.

"I'm fine," he replied softly, lazily closing his eyes, "and I've found you!" Is...... I knew we were going to be able to ......."