After making sure that he had heard correctly, the first thing that came to Ed's mind was a blonde with blue eyes, tall and strong, with strong muscles, deep eyes, and a stubborn expression...... and the proud ...... of the twin peaks Is.

That's really...... Indescribable.

In my mind, a giant dragon roared and rushed out, tearing up the image with a thunderous leap, and another one jumped out uncontrollably—a barbarian with a dragon head, golden vertical pupils, and a bloody mouth...... Of course, he still has a boobs as full as Nutka.

Ed felt every muscle in his face, along with his eyebrows and eyes, out of his control. He struggled to piece together an appropriate expression—one worthy of Is, worthy of his best friend...... But they writhed around, but in the end they still managed to put together a strange smile that they couldn't hold back even if they tried so hard.

If Isis knew this, he would definitely slap him to death with one claw, like a mosquito......

He really tried. For a long moment, Ed clenched the bowl to his composure, but his body began to tremble, and after the first syllable erupted from his throat, a series of loud laughs scrambled out that he couldn't stop.

At the same time as the long-lost laughter rushed out, as if something had been opened, he rolled to the ground along with the heavy stoneware bowl, laughing so hard that his cheeks ached, his whole body convulsed, and he felt almost dead, but he could not stop no matter what.

When I'm about to die laughing, I feel more like crying. He couldn't stop crying...... He lay on his stomach like a pile of mud and melted to the ground for a few moments before he barely gathered into a human form and sat up awkwardly. But his head was still dizzy from this overexerted laughter, and he had to hold it with his hands to hold it up.

Sio looked at him calmly, and his smile was a little childlike playfulness and pride. He seemed to be able to see the picture in his head clearly.

The smile made Ed almost think it was a joke - and then he suddenly remembered that Norway had told him that shamans could be male or female, but that neither could marry, and that they had to keep their bodies and souls pure in order to better communicate with their ancestors.

So it's probably really just some kind of weird joke.

“...... Thank you. He bowed down and thanked the old shaman sincerely. It had been a long time since he had laughed like this, and the shadow that had pressed on his heart seemed to flow out with laughter and tears. Dissipate in the air.

Sio nodded to him, seeming to accept his gratitude.

"I walked on the snow and watched it fly over my head. The old man raised his hand above his head. Withered fingers made a flying gesture, and the language of the barbarian with a slurred pronunciation was deliberately slow, "I thought I had forgotten my wife, many years passed. She's gone. But at that moment I remembered her. She's always been there...... So I'm back. I could see her face again, and she had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen—eyes more beautiful than your friends. ”

He had never said so much...... The nostalgia and love in his eyes are real.

Ed looked at him in amazement and began to realize that maybe this was not a joke.

Sao's wife is named Caroline, and they are both trying to escape their lives when they meet.

At a very young age, Sio was believed to have the ability to become a shaman. Without any ritual he could see the spirits of his ancestors or other living beings and communicate with them calmly and without the slightest fear. Among the barbarians, the shaman is like a priest among the humans...... Even as holy as a saint. It was a great honor to be a shaman—but no one had ever asked Sio if he wanted to.

Xiao Sio left his family and was regarded as the next shaman. Growing up almost in isolation, but becoming more aware of it day by day. He wanted to be a warrior, to defeat his enemies and win victories on his own, and to live each day simply and passionately, rather than trying to find the right guidance from the obscure hints of his dead ancestors.

He didn't hate communicating with the deceased, it used to be a pleasure, but when the fun turned into responsibility, it became more and more tiresome. When the boredom accumulated to the point of unbearable growth, the young Sio fled openly under the pretext that he needed to travel alone at the call of his ancestors.

Before leaving, the old shaman of the tribe looked at him for a long time with half-blind cloudy eyes, as if he could easily see through his lies, but he did not stop him.

Liberated, Sio wandered the wasteland for a while, and even ventured into the human forest with curiosity, witnessing how his own people ransacked a human village, taking nearly a dozen screaming captives, leaving behind more corpses and houses engulfed in flames.

That's how barbarians survive. Before this, Sio had never felt that there was anything wrong with this method - the law of the jungle, the plundered humans could only blame their own weakness, and those men who were powerless to protect their wives and children and homes did not deserve respect.

But at that moment, watching the calm and peaceful village he had quietly spied on two days earlier being destroyed in the blink of an eye, he suddenly realized that it was not right.

Being strong does not mean that you have the right to be violent at will.

Such a reason could not have stopped the barbarians who had been immersed in euphoria because of this victory, and especially since they did not belong to the tribe of Sio. The young savage watched silently as the raiders marched away, not even stepping out behind the tree where they were hiding.

So, to be precise, it was shame rather than bravery that made him choose to help without thinking when he met the human girl who had boldly escaped from the barbarian camp and was caught up with him ten days later.

He saved the girl...... Or rather, the girl saved him.

At that time, Siao was a healthy and strong young man, but he was different from the barbarians who had been raised as warriors. His meddling nearly killed him under the axes of his fellow men who had come to recover his booty, but the blond-haired, blue-eyed, slender human maiden took advantage of her surprise and stabbed a short sword from nowhere into the back of her "master".

A brute who is wounded but not dead is the most dangerous barbarian. After a short, chaotic, and fierce battle, Sio discovers to his horror that he has killed his own people along with a human girl who is no taller than his chest.

In front of the gradually cold corpse, two people of different races stared at each other in silence for a long time, and invariably chose different directions and fled.

For many days afterward, Sio kept thinking of the man who had died at his hands, and of his black eyes that looked blankly at the sky with surprise and anger...... But thinking more, it was still the delicate human girl.

Human captives who escaped alone rarely made it back to their villages alive. The vast northern plains are not friendly to unfamiliar humans, most of whom will be disoriented and die of hunger or the maws of wild beasts, or they may be discovered by another group of barbarians and once again taken captive and face an even more tragic fate - not to mention that she has killed a barbarian.

Once this is discovered, her end is not even "tragic" to describe. Barbarians are loyal, brave, and straightforward...... But sometimes it's brutal.

Sio found himself unconsciously searching for the unknown girl. In the vast plains, it was almost impossible to find a man who was vigilantly trying to avoid all eyes and run alone, but Sio ...... There are countless pairs of invisible eyes.

He sings old songs at night, asking all the souls who respond to him about her tracks, reindeer, hares, winter wolves, snow eagles...... And the dead barbarians.

The soul was translucent in Siao's eyes, glowing with shadows of light of various colors. The soul standing in front of Sio was red with fire and blood from rage, and he roared and cursed at him, but he could not hurt him.

Sio was able to face such anger calmly - he had been flustered, but he had never regretted it.

With the help of eyes that didn't belong to him, he found the maiden in the land of the Icewolf tribe. She was thin and weak, crumbling in the cold wind of early winter, but she still dragged her steps stubbornly forward, not knowing that it was not the direction of her hometown.

She stopped when she saw Si'o, glaring at him silently, her blue eyes still shining like stars twinkling in the sky at night.

Sio felt like he was in love with her at that moment...... A human girl, as weak as a small flower swaying in the wind on the grass, but with a soul more courageous and tenacious than a barbarian.

He sent her home. At the edge of the forest, the maiden turned back and whispered to him, "My name is Caroline." ”

He smiled back. He didn't understand human language then, but he knew it was her name. Caroline...... It was a beautiful name, and when it jumped on the tip of his tongue, it was the most moving note he had ever heard.

He wandered outside the forest, never wanting to leave. When the second snow began to fall that winter, he was pleasantly surprised to find Caroline out of the forest and in front of him again.

"I can't stay there any longer......" she told him, looking him in the eye and, in his language, slowly and jerkyly, "I'd rather go back to the steppe and be eaten by wild beasts." ”

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, and her hands were empty...... But his waist was straight.

She didn't tell him why, but Sio had heard that women who had escaped from the barbarians were usually never able to return to their former lives, even if they were lucky enough to return to their homes.

They are defiled—people will say so, and it is not their fault at all to ignore it.

Siao felt extremely angry about this, but he also had undeniable happiness and joy.

He draped his thick fur cloak over the girl's trembling shoulders and asked her solemnly: "So, Caroline, will you be my wife?".

(To be continued......)

PS: Resume normal update!...... But I found that the clicks outside the fan seem to be higher than the main storyOTZ. You like the story of the half-dragon little Lori and the uncle, and if you like it, I'll try to finish it...... And there was a long business trip at the end of July, and I would probably have to compensate for it by then...... 55！