As he stepped down the prison steps, Borena's steps were a little heavy.

He was really a little tired. Since the beginning of winter, almost nothing has gone smoothly, and even a good night's sleep has gradually become a luxury. The barbarians who were still pouring in made him a little overwhelmed, and his companions and townspeople complained about it, but he still did not regret his decision.

Just north of the mouth of the Kuz River is the ice field, and there is not even a forest between it and the barbarian territory. Humans and barbarians have been hostile to each other for long enough, and he does not want to let go of any opportunity to allow them to coexist peacefully.

So when Greybeard Cham, his faithful savage friend, approached him and uttered that his people were in need of help, he did not hesitate to lend a hand.

But he didn't know how long the turmoil on the ice sheet would last. Chelm had asserted that the barbarians would soon be able to react and deal with the black-clad wizards and the dead who haunted the night, but the situation seemed to be getting worse and worse, and the mouth of the Kuz could not accommodate any more, and he had to send people farther away to buy food.

God bless, at least he has enough money.

Even if material scarcity is not enough, the atmosphere in the town is getting more and more tense, and what happened last night has only made it worse.

Undead. Still a dwarf.

He didn't know what could be worse than this.

The mouth of the Kuz River has a strong wall left over from its heyday 200 years ago, which has not collapsed after several wars. A few years ago he repaired the city walls, strengthened the gates, and put them on guard...... At that time, it was originally to defend against the barbarian raids, but now, with a little care, it should be able to prevent the undead from entering.

But if the undead appear in the city......

Borena shuddered, and he blamed it on the sudden change in temperature as he went from the cold outside to the warm room.

He and his young men's footsteps rattled mutteringly in the dusty corridors, the torches on the walls burned weakly, and the empty cells behind the rusted bars looked like empty black eyes.

This long-abandoned place is eerie.

"It's like it's going to be haunted. Thornoen muttered behind him, visibly uneasy.

Borena tugged at his cloak and turned back to the tall, thin, sturdy young man with brown hair and blue eyes, and made a not-so-clever joke, "Maybe it's a pretty female ghost." ”

Thornon grinned cooperatively, but with a slightly ugly smile.

The prison was also left over two hundred years ago, dilapidated but still sturdy, and it was the only place Borena could think of to hold a dragon – if that was a dragon.

He was surprised that his boys were able to catch the blond young man, and he thought he would be a little better...... Turks, a tall half-breed throws a rock that hits the young man in the head. The ancestor of the barbarians, the giants, has the legend of throwing stones with one hand, and that talent probably still flows in the blood of the barbarians.

Just in case, Borena locked the unconscious young man firmly in the deepest part of the prison.

Hayes insisted that the young man was an ice dragon that had flown out of the depths of Collins' water temple for a few years. Rumors were once rampant among the adventurers, and he had heard several different versions, each more bizarre than the other.

The only thing that is the same is that the dragon is adept at disguising himself as a human - he was originally raised as a human by a former adventurer warrior.

And that, in Borena's opinion, is the most bizarre of all the unbelievable, and he has always taken it as a joke, and even jokingly made up a skit for the children to play around, in which the cunning ice dragon raised by man grows big enough and swallows his "father" and snatches his sister, a beautiful girl. In the end, of course, a group of great adventurers killed the evil dragon and rescued the beauty......

Well, he sincerely hoped that the dragon hadn't heard the story.

There was a sudden cry of panic from the depths of the hallway, followed by a scream, the roar of the barbarians and the muffled cursing of the savages.

Startled, Borena came back from his unbounded thoughts, exchanged a look with Sonorn, and invariably drew his sword and rushed forward.

Is's head was still aching, but he ignored it.

He didn't have to be knocked out by a stone!

When he woke up in the dark, he even thought he was still underneath the Temple of Collins...... He curled up in a panic and helplessness, feeling the heavy chains on his body, the cacophony of them rubbing against each other made him want to scream.

Then he came to his senses, and for a moment he was ashamed and angry.

- I'm a dragon!

He gritted his teeth and roared silently at himself.

- I have nothing to fear!

He couldn't remember how he had broken free from the chains and broken out of the door, and in his rage, everything in front of him seemed less real. The terrified faces of the human beings shook before him, but they refused to disappear.

The rustic but well-made long sword slashed diagonally, and he reached out to block, his sharp claws slashing across the sword, splashing a string of bright sparks. The fingertips touched the soft body of the human, and the blood blurred on the gray-blue cloth.

He could tear through these vulnerable creatures with ease...... Easy.

Irritated, Iss swept the pale-faced man in front of him far aside, and turned to face another, taller guy.

The barbarian roared angrily, and the iron-clad stick in his hand swung at him with a strong wind, and even he had to choose to dodge under such power, and the sharp claws slashed through the barbarian without any cover. Muscular bulging arms.

The splatters of blood stirred up murderous intent. Iss suspected that the barbarian in front of him was the one who threw stones at him...... And he should pay for it.

"Wait!

A familiar voice shouted, and two more men ran down the hallway.

Isis ignored.

He ducked past the sweeping sticks, his long, silver-glittering claws leaving deep scars on the barbarian's legs.

"Stop!

The man yelled again.

The barbarian roared angrily, but obediently stopped attacking. He stepped back, the stick just swinging defensively in front of him, and behind him, the man who had been thrown into a corner was moaning and trying to get up.

Iss frowned, gave up the pursuit, turned and grabbed the man's collar and pressed it against the wall, swinging away the sword that the other young man had slashed at him.

"Stop!

Borena, who was pressed against the wall, screamed.

Is's eyes narrowed.

"It's a misunderstanding!" Borena turned to him, his face pale and bloodless, and the fear in his eyes that he tried so hard to hide.

"It's a misunderstanding!" he repeated again, letting go of his sword and letting his sword fall to the ground, spreading his hands out to the sides.

Iss almost wanted to laugh. His gaze fell on his hand, white scales and long, sharp claws...... There can be no "misunderstanding" in this.

But what Borena said was something else entirely.

"I'm sorry that my men attacked you and locked you here...... We all thought you had killed Renard. But this is just a misunderstanding. ”

Borena looked directly into Is's eyes, as if oblivious to his claws and scales, and the eyes that must have turned golden.

"Orlan has woken up and he told us everything that happened...... It was you who killed that undead, you saved him, and I owe you an apology, as well as thanks...... I'm here to release you," he forced a smile, "but I probably knew this place couldn't hold you. ”

"Liars. Iss whispered contemptuously. The man in front of him knew very well that his life was in his hands, and that humans could tell hundreds of more beautiful lies in order to save their lives.

"I do lie sometimes. "But not this time." We are not enemies......"

"We are!" Iss snarled under his breath, unable to contain his anger, "even if I do nothing, you will always see me as an enemy!"

His claws sank slightly into Borenna's neck, and a few traces of blood slid down.

The young man behind him, who had been standing there in silence and stiffness, moved forward uneasily, and was stopped by Borena with a wave of his hand.

"Listen, I don't care who you are or what you are. The man's voice was firm and steady, "As long as you don't attack this town, you don't hurt my people...... Without anyone who deliberately harms me, you are not my enemy, nor the enemy of the Kuz estuary. I swear, as long as you get out of here, no one in this town will attack you. It's the same in the future, unless you make the first move, we won't make you an enemy!"

- Humans cannot be trusted.

Iss told himself. But he watched with exasperation as the scales on his hands flickered and disappeared little by little.

Sometimes his body is much more honest than his soul.

"Why should I trust you?" he still didn't let go, "human vows are like the wind. ”

"You can believe it or not. The man sighed, "You can kill me and rush out...... There's not even a single adventurer in town this season, and I don't think anyone can stop you, but I can tell you don't want to get in trouble. ”

He looked at Isis calmly: "To be honest, I don't want to cause trouble at all, otherwise I wouldn't have had to let you go when I was on the street yesterday......"

Isis snorted coldly: "Let me go, you send someone to follow me." ”

"Just to make sure you get out of town. Borena's face darkened, "I told them to follow them to the city gate and come back......"

But young people who are overly curious are always less obedient.

Iss lowered his eyes. He could tell that the man cared about his men, but he couldn't believe he would keep his oath.

"If you don't feel at ease, you can take me hostage. Borena seemed to see his hesitation.

Iss let go of his hand with a cold face. He didn't need any hostages.

The man is right at least one sentence - if he wants to leave, no one can stop him, the difference is only whether to kill or not.

And he ...... Too lazy to kill.

Borena breathed a sigh of relief, wiped a handful of blood from his neck, and grinned.

"I'll take you to the city gates. He said, "That is ...... for all of us Better. ”

Isis did not object.

"And. Borena pulled a mess of grass out of his pocket, curiosity clearly written on his face, "I think it's ...... Your stuff?"

Is's face was hot, and he gritted his teeth and snatched the damn thing away.

Next week, we will continue to update the single...... The regular update at 11 o'clock every day has been set ~ Thank you for reading, and have a great weekend!!