The sleigh stopped, and Hal watched as the humans he didn't know well packed up their bags and jumped off the sleigh, but there was some reluctance.

He loves these weird guys. They didn't show any discrimination or sympathy because he was a half-race. They agreed with his actions, respected his choices—even if they actually robbed him of his sleigh, he wasn't angry at all, he didn't want to go back to his companions with the Blackmane tribe, who might have kept him and his companions safe, but had no intention of giving them the recognition they wanted.

"Are you sure you can find your way?" he could only say awkwardly that he cared.

"There's always a way. Norway smiled and said, "I'm sorry, we're probably getting you in a lot of trouble." ”

Hal nodded, "You have to be careful, sometimes you feel like you're walking straight, but you're actually going in circles......" He stopped, feeling as if he was a bit nosy, these people were obviously not ordinary people - they also had pointy ears.

Tess pounced on him and gave him a hug, even though her arms couldn't even wrap around his waist.

"I'm going to miss you and your reindeer, let them not forget me!"

"I bet he'll at least have a hard time forgetting your beautiful singing voice. Naria said with a smile.

After Tess reluctantly embraced the reindeer, they said goodbye to Hal, watched his sleigh fade away, and then turned and continued their journey north, but not far away, when they heard the jingling of the deer again.

"Are we going in the wrong direction?" asked Naria, confused.

Norway looked back, and he didn't think he had been so quick to get it wrong.

It wasn't long before the sleigh stopped beside them, and Hal looked at them and cleared his throat before speaking, "I think I can take you to a place where you can at least see the Giant's Spine...... It wouldn't take a few days, and I wanted to avoid the Blackmane tribesmen, so ......" He didn't say any more, a look of embarrassment on his face, which was not covered much by his hair and beard.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tess cheered and rushed to the sleigh.

"Thank you, Hal. Norway breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't sure how to find his way on a white snowfield where he had barely seen the sun, and they didn't have much dry food left.

"We'll give you two thousand reindeer!no, three thousand!" Tess promised loudly.

"If I had that many reindeer, they would just be snatched away. Hal smiled wryly, "However, Ed once told me that if we want to go back to live in the Castle Forest, there is a priest who can help us......"

"Oh, he must be referring to Scott. "He can help you." But she didn't know if Scott was still in the Castle Forest—he might be like them, looking for his brother in the middle of nowhere.

Scott waited quietly in the snow. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, he asked his barbarian guide to go to the camp alone to find out the news. He wasn't worried that he would never return, he swore an oath, and that Scott had helped his people find a place to live in the Castle Forest, and that they were respected, if not in their trust and love.

But the wait was getting longer, and Scott was losing his patience. He drew the reins and prepared to go in search of the long-delayed guide, hoping that he would be delayed by some news, but he had not gone far when he saw the savage riding towards him.

"I'm sorry, Lord Reverend, but there are some of my people in that camp who are desperate to know more about the Tulum chieftain, and I have to stay a little longer. ”

The young barbarian guide spoke a fluent but strangely polite lingua franca that did not match his rugged appearance, making Scott wonder who had taught him the language.

But at this point, he just nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Any news?" he asked.

"It's been a long time since they've been together, whether it's from the ice dragons or from the undead monsters. The barbarian replied.

Perhaps they should have done it a long time ago - to live together like human cities, rather than scattered across a vast plain without even communicating with each other. Scott thought to himself, but he wasn't in a position to dictate another race's millennia way of life.

"But they got the word that a few days ago, the ice dragon had attacked another camp. ”

Scott's hand tightened the reins, his heart pounded, almost hitting his ribs, and then sank quickly. Tulum had already described to him how an ice dragon attacked the camp of the Winter Wolf tribe with the undead. Counting the time, it was only Is, not Ed and Naria, who could put all the blame on Silver Fang, as Ed and Naria had hoped......

He didn't want to hear more bad news, and he couldn't afford much more.

But he still couldn't help but ask with a glimmer of hope: "Someone...... Hurt?"

The barbarian was stunned for a moment before replying: "No one talks about this, but it is inevitable. It's a dragon, and our weapons can't even hurt it. But they said that the warriors of the Blackmane tribe, another camp, had driven the dragon away. ”

There was pride in his tone, even if the warriors were not part of his tribe, they were still of the same race as him, and victory against an ice dragon was something to be proud of anyway.

Scott closed his eyes.

What else was he expecting? An ice dragon never came to a human camp to visit a friend, the dragon always went to destroy and kill, he just couldn't imagine his little brother, the little boy's hands covered in blood, and it made him feel like a dagger made of ice had been plunged straight into his heart.

That's his responsibility - all the blood is on his hands as well.

He can no longer run away, he can no longer deceive himself that he has more important things...... He had to find Isis as soon as possible, and he would ask him that he would not condemn him for any rumors, as Narya had pleaded, and that he would be willing to believe if he told him that he was innocent. Whether it's alone or a dragon, he trusts his brother not to lie to him.

But he deceived him for so long. He broke his promise and left him alone...... He didn't know if he would ever be forgiven.

"Do we need to go to another camp in order to get more news?" asked the barbarian, somewhat cautiously. He couldn't quite understand the look on the human priest's face, and he couldn't understand why he looked so sad when he heard the news of the ice dragon.

"Nope. Scott replied, "Let's continue north, to the Giant's Spine." ”

Whether it's an ice dragon or a necromancer, there's only one place to hide in this frozen land—the towering mountains that stretch to the north.

Even though it was already starting to darken, they still galloped north, not stopping. They have been like this for the past few days, day and night, stopping to rest only when the man and the horse are too tired.

According to the barbarians, the silver-white peaks could be seen from this position, but the sky never cleared, gray clouds hung low, churning overhead, the wind blew from the northwest, and the snowflakes seemed to fly sideways, almost never stopping.

Scott suddenly tugged at the reins, and his guide was coming to a halt, looking behind him in disbelief.

They all heard faint footsteps in the snow, as if a large group of animals were running towards them.

"Wolves?" Scott asked, as it was dangerous to encounter hungry wolves on the ice field.

The barbarian shook his head: "The wolf's footsteps are not so heavy, and I don't hear the bark. ”

It looked like some larger animal, but at this time of year it was impossible to have such a large herd of reindeer or wild horses near the middle of the plains, and he couldn't guess what it would be.

"Dismount. Scott said he still felt the danger, and that it was probably not a docile herbivore, but that they were too obvious targets on horseback.

They walked back for a short time, and crouched down on a slope of snow piled up by the wind, staring nervously at the dark shadows that appeared in the snow.

Snowflakes hit their faces and even drifted into their eyes, but the shadows that were heading west gradually became clearer, and they looked like a large crowd.

“...... Monster...... Those undead monsters!" the barbarian whispered in horror, he had seen that kind of running, the living barbarians always held their heads high, but the dead, they would bend slightly and lean forward, looking more like snow apes than savages.

Scott frowned, he hadn't expected to run into such a large group of undead creatures, and there was no necromancer among them. He looked in the direction they were traveling, and jerked the young savage.

"Get on your horse!" he roared lowly, "rush back to camp and warn your people! ”

The barbarian turned and pulled his horse, and then turned back: "Won't you go with me?"

"I'm trying to lure them away. Scott replied, and before the savage could say anything, he jumped on his horse and rushed straight at the group of undead.

The barbarian was dumbfounded, he thought he was a priest - is this how all human priests fight? Even the warriors of the barbarians are not so mad!

But he didn't have time to hesitate. He knew very well how terrible these monsters were, and the barbarians in the camp had begun to slacken, and if he didn't warn them in time, the consequences would be dire.

The horrible images of his memory almost made him tremble, and he gritted his teeth and jumped on his horse, no longer looking at the priest who had rushed into the monster horde, and galloped towards the camp with all his might.

He didn't know if his ancestors could still hear him, and he didn't know if the priest's deity could still protect him on this ice field.

He sincerely hoped that he would be safe and sound.