Almost all of them unconsciously lay on the side of the ship, whispering in uncontrollable excitement, looking down at the white dragon being pulled onto the deck little by little.

The hull of the ship, which had already tilted to the right, was tilted even more, but Nine Toes just leaned on the staircase leading to the upper deck, watching everything calmly.

As the "prey" left the water, the keel groaned and leaned a little more. Sethyana stared at the motionless ice dragon in the net, his chest blocked as if he was choked.

He thought he would be even angrier or sadder, but at the moment there was only a blank in his mind.

He couldn't accept this...... It can't end like this.

"Wait. ”

Ninetoe suddenly shouted, "Shoot it again...... With a keel arrow. ”

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently at the elf's glare, and his expression was indifferent: "It's always just in case...... It's a dragon after all. Besides, if it's really dead, it will care about a few more arrows on it. ”

The elf suppressed the urge to draw his sword, gritted his teeth and turned his gaze back to the ice dragon. He couldn't stop these ...... Facing an enemy that his twin swords couldn't defeat, a deep sense of frustration hit his self-confidence like never before.

But if that dragon is really dead...... He'd have to find a way to get Rosa away. Even if they were of no use to Ninetoe, he suspected that the young, elusive pirate leader would not be kind enough to let them go.

As he tried to calm himself down, someone struck a bronze pillar standing beside the boat with no apparent use. The two short and long voices were probably some kind of code, and something below deck was starting to turn. More than a dozen black crossbow arrows obeyed Ninetoe's orders and shot at the ice dragon hanging from the side of the ship...... And it remained motionless.

Ninetoe was silent for a moment, then waved his hand. The winch creaked again. The body of the bloodied dragon was thrown onto the deck in silence, and the ship finally regained its balance.

For a few moments no one spoke, no one moved, just bated their breath at the legendary creature that still shone so brightly in the sunlight that it was almost impossible to look at directly.

They beat it...... But for an extremely brief moment, even these cold and brutal bandits seemed to feel a faint sense of regret and sadness at its death.

The dragon looked surprisingly small at the moment—it didn't even fill the entire deck.

But it's still beautiful and awe-inspiring. Even though he was tightly bound by a fishing net, his wings clinged to his sides like crumpled rags, and his long neck bent to the right like a broken one. The jaw was stained bright red with its own blood...... It still looks like there is a sacredness that cannot be violated and blasphemed.

The elf lowered his eyes, amazed at the inappropriate use of the word "holy" - dragons were not creatures created by God...... They can even be said to be enemies of God.

The fatal wound was probably crushed under the ice dragon's body, and the blood quickly spread across the deck. After a brief moment of shock, someone began to whisper whether it was better to get a bucket to collect its blood - that would be valuable, wouldn't it?

But Nine Toes didn't have an opening. No one dared to do it.

The pirate leader slowly walked over to the dragon. Tilting his head and staring thoughtfully into its closed eyes.

"Can I take its horns?" Adora asked with a sigh, "They look so pretty...... Maybe I can use them to hit a pair of shiny scimitars, like the elf's?"

"When we run out of it, you can take whatever you want. Nine Toes said casually, his eyes never taking off the dragon, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips.

The sunlight seemed to flicker extremely brightly, and the reflection of countless small Xiaoice crystals flashed in the rapidly frozen air. Many people have no chance of resisting or escaping the moment they realize that danger is coming.

The dragon roared and leaped to its feet. The wings suddenly stretched out, and the long tail pulled up the fishing net that seemed to have been torn apart. Throw it far away to the sea.

It had a terrible wound on its chest to under its right wing...... But it's alive, and it's extremely angry.

The scorching rage probably burned away even the toxins in its body - at least for now, it didn't seem to be affected in the slightest.

Its magic still works. The man who was too close turned into frozen statues in the blink of an eye, and before he could even change the greedy look on his face, he was rolled up and smashed into the ballista placed on the upper deck as a weapon.

And on the lower deck, stepping on its own frozen bloodstains, the roaring dragon fluttered like a hurricane and had already shot all the ballistas and everyone it saw into the sea.

It gasped for a few quick breaths before leaping onto the upper deck. The frozen wound cracked open, and more blood gushed out, but it didn't stop it from fighting back in a rage.

It wasn't until all the weapons or humans that could attack it had fallen into the sea or turned into pieces that the ice dragon leaped back to the lower level, rolled its long tail, pulled two people out from under the pile of debris, slapped them heavily on the deck, opened its mouth above their heads, showed its blood-stained teeth, and roared loudly:

"What are you doing?!"

At this moment, it was as hideous as a complete demon, and its thunderous sound was enough to shatter the eardrums of humans...... But one of the "men" just frowned, jumped up nimbly, and raised his hands at him.

"Calm down, Is!" cried the elf, "you can't hurt this man!"

He pulled away the pirate leader who stood motionless "waiting for death" as the ice dragon's claws slammed into the top of Ninetoe's head with a thunderous thunderbolt...... Because he couldn't tell how much damage that blow would do to the ice dragon himself.

The ice dragon pressed its head even lower and narrowed its eyes dangerously.

"Can't?" it repeated coldly, raising its front paws to overwhelm the other guy who was slowly getting up again, "Why?"

"It's not 'can't'. The elf pondered the barren words of the human with some annoyance, and simply changed back to the elven language, "You can't hurt him, all the damage will come back to you." ”

"Maybe you can give it a try?"

The nine toes, who were crushed under the dragon's claws, smiled lowly and said leisurely, "I haven't been attacked by a dragon yet...... Maybe it will turn out differently?"

“...... Don't be impulsive. The elf waved his hand, frustrated that his problem was not that "human language was too barren," and instinctively looked back for Rosa—he remembered that the female warrior had dragged Adora to the other side.

He feared that the injured ice dragon would tear the nine toes in half in a fit of rage...... He needed someone who could appease it.

But the grumpy dragon he remembered calmed down unexpectedly quickly, looked down and sniffed the nine toes, and then let out a cold breath of disgust and satisfaction.

"Soul Curse. It said, "Well deserved." ”.

(To be continued.) )