The ice blades protruding from the surface of the sea looked like the spines of the ice dragon extending from its back to its tail, and it continued to grow rapidly upwards as the ice dragon flapped its wings and pulled upwards in some panic, and gradually turned into an iceberg.

Iss almost suspected that there was another ice dragon hiding beneath the surface of the sea...... But it knew it couldn't be.

It stared in disbelief at the blade of ice beneath its body that seemed to be beginning to stop rising, and before it could recover its senses, a sharp pain ran through its body from top to bottom.

It roared in mid-air, and fell downwards uncontrollably, barely barely staying in the air, watching the white iceberg suddenly become transparent, and then quickly disappear, finally realizing that it was nothing more than an illusion...... That shouldn't have fooled its eyes!

The body becomes heavier and heavier. It looked down at its chest, where there was no blood or wounds...... Even though it felt like a spear had been thrown from the sky, thrust from its back to its chest, and after a moment of coldness, it brought about a burning pain that flowed through the body.

It doesn't know what spell it is, or even where the person attacking it is...... This couldn't be the mage hiding in the shadows just now, his strength was simply not enough to inflict such damage on it.

It struggled to control its wings, and staggered to the surface of the sea, until its vision was obscured by the rising black fog, until its body stiffened and cold as a rock, until its wings stopped waving unconsciously......

It can't be caught by these people...... Dead or alive.

When it crashed into the deep blue sea, it was the last thought on its mind.

Under the moonlight. The white waves rose into the sky and quickly disappeared, and the sea seemed to return to calm in the blink of an eye. It's like never devouring a dragon...... Curron Sarandon walked to the edge of the large expanse of ice, his face gloomy.

On the beach, there were people who couldn't help but wave their weapons and cheer, as if they had defeated a powerful ice dragon...... But Sarandon knew it wasn't their victory—he suspected they hadn't even been able to wipe off a single scale from the dragon's body.

"Find it!" he shouted, interrupting the meaningless celebration. "Drag it ashore...... Let the pirates get their ships out!"

The Blacksail Pirates did not show up the whole time, but watched from afar on their ship...... And the huge iron crossbow they placed in the bow of the ship was obviously a more powerful weapon against a dragon.

Of course, they didn't need to obey his orders...... This alone has made him very unhappy.

The soldiers continued to slip and fall on the ice. That made the "post-victory" scene in front of him look a little ridiculous. He cursed under his breath, and was about to shout out Dupri to ask if he could fix the ice, when a low, cold voice rang in his head.

"Come and see me. ”

The sound made him breathe so hard that his heart stopped beating half a beat.

He should have expected that he wouldn't let him go so easily...... Their performance tonight clearly didn't satisfy him.

He took a deep breath. Beckoned Hutt, who was not far away behind him, to clean up the mess in front of him. Walk alone to the cave at the bottom of the cliff that always sends chills down his body.

The long sword hanging from his waist suddenly became heavy. He suddenly remembered what Alex Ferguson once said - "Everything you get becomes the weight you have to carry." ”

- You're dead.

He retorted in a panic and annoyance. But he understood that Ferguson's death ...... It was the heaviest burden on his shoulders.

But he'd rather carry it all on his back than walk in the shadows of others.

The entrance to the cave was behind the yet-to-be-built Eagle Tower, which Curran felt would probably not be satisfactory to the Lord...... But the people here have been drawn out again and again, and even a team of nearly 100 soldiers has completely disappeared, and his manpower is really not enough.

He sped up the recruitment process. At the moment, even this made him a little apprehensive - he didn't ask for permission.

The temperature inside the cave was much cooler than outside, and the faint sound of running water came from nowhere. Curran made several turns along the narrow passage. He stopped unconsciously as the bright light of fire reddened his face, and tugged at the sword belt that seemed to be too tight. before moving forward.

In front of me is a small stone house, half natural and half hewn out of the dome with some rough murals remaining, faintly visible are ancient stars. I don't know what year or month it was, and I don't know who dug out the secret room, which was probably a temple or something, but now, no one even knows which deity's name was recited here.

Press your right hand to your chest. Curran bowed respectfully to the man standing by the brazier in the center of the stone chamber - to him, it was almost a god...... Or at least a messenger of God. Even if he only wears a simple and simple gray robe, he controls his destiny and his glory...... His everything.

"You're more disappointing than I expected. ”

The man spoke. The contempt in it made him angry...... But it scared him even more.

"We didn't know the dragon would appear out of nowhere, ...... my lord," he said, looking down in horror, trying to tell the difference, "we really weren't ready for it......

"I'm talking about 'you', not 'you'. The man interrupted him coldly, "The soldiers trained by Ferguson don't know how to deal with a dragon, an enemy they never expected...... But they at least have the courage to fight. ”

Curran's face turned pale, and his lips twisted even more in a slight tremor.

He couldn't help but want to retort - he had also stood alone in front of the dragon and didn't take a step back in its roar, he had stepped back in the middle of the battle just to get a clearer look at the dragon's movements, in order to find a way to defeat it before they were fully prepared......

In the end, he chose to remain silent.

He could find many reasons for himself, but deep down, he knew that he wasn't fearless, otherwise, when he decided to try to trick the dragon, he wouldn't have taken the Shadow with him with him, even though he knew it would most likely be recognized...... And will undoubtedly anger that dragon.

But holding on to its hilt is what makes him feel safe.

"There's more than one person who can replace you, Curron Sarandon. The man warned him with a blank face, "Don't let me down again...... And pray that His Holiness did not set his sights on this bay tonight. I'll give you at least a second chance...... He won't. ”

Curran could only hang his head lower.

"Now...... man, "bring that heir to the House of Grean—honestly, you have to thank him...... Being able to convince him to join Nighthawk may be your only success worth mentioning. ”.

(To be continued.) )