The ice dragon didn't see any traces of the black magic ship. It felt that the best-case scenario was that the already tattered ship was also washed down by the sea and fell into the real endless abyss, and although it didn't know if there was a "real endless abyss", it was clear that not everything could fall into the other side of the star...... Otherwise, the place would have been filled with all kinds of garbage by now.

Ed also hopes that he can have such optimism. But Nine Toes was alive and well when he followed the ice dragon down with the sea, and Ed didn't think he would give up the powerful weapon he had spent so much effort to obtain.

"At least the bow statue should be completely ruined, right?" he reassured himself.

He remembered that the undead statue had also been crushed by the magic ship...... Nine Toes is a complete lunatic, and there is no other word to describe it.

He just really couldn't figure it out. When the ice dragon's magical talent was almost completely ineffective, and his spells were difficult to control, why could that boat be completely unaffected by the strangeness of the edge of the world, and still be easily manipulated by Nine Toes, as if it were manipulating a part of his own body.

That thing...... It's like an extension of his will.

He shared his worries with his friends, but the ice dragon simply lazily replied, "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it." If it still exists, it will definitely come again. ”

And it "appeared" much earlier than they expected.

When the outline of the Hertland continent loomed over the sea, Ed had already stood up excitedly, raised his hands high, and cheered loudly.

“...... It's still far from home!" said the ice dragon in disgust.

Ed laughed. After such a life-or-death adventure, he desperately wanted to see something calmer and better...... Something more ordinary, but vibrant.

But he soon discovered that an ominous black mist seemed to float above the beautiful, blue-gray outline.

When the vast plains at the southernmost tip of the continent came into their eyes, the golden wheat fields that had been undulating with the wind were full of mottled scars, which were large swaths of burned ground, and even billowing black smoke.

And this is by no means caused by the burning of the land after the autumn harvest of the halflings...... Their wheat had been reduced to ashes before it had even been harvested.

The burn mark stretched northward, and although the edges were blurred, a straight line was still faintly visible. It seems that the ship set fire to it as it passed by. At the edge of the fire that had not yet been completely extinguished, the halflings, who should have been immersed in the joy of the harvest, ran and cried, digging deep pits beyond the line of fire to stop the fire from spreading, and covering baskets of earth over the dark blue flames that were not fierce but could not be extinguished with water. Behind the firefighters, more are trying to salvage what little of their harvest is left.

Ed lowered his head and gritted his teeth, otherwise he didn't know he would roar like a dragon...... I still can't help but cry.

He could accept Ninetoe's hostility towards him, and he had indeed hurt him...... He could even understand that he was driving his magic ship to sprinkle the deadly flames on Rainbow Bend Island, and that there was always a reason for it, or revenge. But now, the flames are being poured out on the heads of these innocent halflings...... And for what?!

The ice dragon hovered in mid-air. In its great shadow, the halflings who had been only curious and excited the last time they flew past screamed in panic and fled in all directions, their only resistance being to swing their hoes or sickles at them.

They weren't the Brie people on Rainbow Bend Island where everyone could turn into warriors at any time...... Most likely, they don't even have decent weapons.

The power surged around Ed's body like a boiling wave of water, so strong that the ice dragon was slightly frightened. It suddenly pulled upwards, and the unprepared Ed lost his balance in an instant, rolled backwards involuntarily, and almost fell.

“...... Is!" he roared.

The ice dragon had never heard him call it by such a tone, stern, angry, with incomprehensible accusations. A slight anger ensued, but it silently endured.

"Calm down, okay?" it deliberately slowed down, "don't abuse your powers. There's always a reason why magic doesn't allow infestation on this continent...... And, look at the little people, Ed doesn't need your salvation. ”

Ed was silent for a moment. The surging anger cooled slightly in his friend's calm tone, and then he blushed with shame.

He thought he was the same Ed Singar, and he could even resist such a powerful temptation...... But the power he possessed may have gradually changed him, making him so proud and conceited.

He leaned down to look down. In the face of this unwarranted calamity that fell from the sky, those "little men" who were perhaps no taller than his chest and not as strong as dwarves did not just cry helplessly. The fire was completely under control, and there were no injured people lying around. Even in the shadow of the dragon, the halfling who was extinguishing the fire did not abandon his duty and turned to flee, but only looked up vigilantly from time to time. The wheat harvesters also ran back quickly after the ice dragon flew higher and farther away from them, and their courage seemed to be ...... Not small at all.

They are flexible and agile. There is no obvious leader in the small figure running around, but they cooperate tacitly and perform their duties, which seems to be chaotic and full of panic...... It's surprisingly well organized, actually.

"Perhaps...... Can we still go and help?" Ed whispered.

He had silently let a gust of wind sweep away the choking black smoke, but he had not re-ignited the flames. He has been able to control his power very well...... You must also be able to control your emotions well.

“...... You can start by asking them if they need help. The ice dragon spoke helplessly, landing a little further away from the busy halflings.

Ed slid to the ground and tugged at his crumpled clothes before moving forward. He didn't walk fast, and by the time he got to the edge of the wheat field, several small figures had already greeted him.

"That...... Hello!" Ed immediately paused and smiled in his most flattering, innocent smile, "I'm Ed Singhal, and this is my friend Is" He pointed back at the ice dragon that was slowly following him, "We'...... There is absolutely no malice. ”

"Hello, hello!" the leading halfling replied one after another, nervously wringing his hands, a pair of plush, bare feet, toes involuntarily digging into the soft soil, but the smile on his face was even brighter than his, and the enthusiasm was almost a little overwhelming: "I am the Wig Traveler, if you are a friend, then, welcome to the hometown of the halfling...... Excuse me, what can I do for you?"