The ice dragon's tail slapped on the ground faster and faster, again and again, the rhythm of patience running out. The old man standing by the river with her eyes closed was still motionless, and no one knew what she was doing...... And whether there is a discovery.

Even if she was a whisperer, most of the spells she cast were to chant spells, but she didn't. In the Ice Dragon's memory, the whisperer's power was still quite weak—she seemed to be able to manipulate plants to an extremely limited extent.

And what is there in the river that can help her?

Its eyes widened as a thin black shadow like a water snake cut through the water surface, and it almost let out a rude exclamation—what a water weed!

In the blink of an eye, the lazy river of early winter rolled up, and the icy waves crashed on the shore, but Borena eagerly leaned closer, wanting to ask but not daring to speak.

Don't bother the caster, he still knows that.

The full moon illuminated the river as if an enraged beast had burst out of the water, but it was just a tangled group of unnamed aquatic plants, for there was more than one, and it didn't look like a snake, but like a huge octopus waving its tentacles, imprinting a hideous and strange shadow in the night.

They poked out of the water and plunged into the water with even more ferocity, the roaring water rushing into the air like a counterattack, and the ground shook with it.

Elven Eye quickly dragged Borena away from the bank of the river that had begun to collapse, and the ice dragon retreated in disgust.

The smell of decay from the wild aquatic plants was so thick that even the night wind could not blow it away, and its sharp vision could even see a lump of white flowers falling from among the tangled aquatic plants......

Rye jerked her head back, her sharp gaze pinned to it.

"Come over and help. She said.

"Why?!" the ice dragon refused, almost instinctively.

"Aren't you here to help?" asked the old man.

Her expression and tone were still calm, and she couldn't hear any emotion, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, as if the light of the full moon was condensed in her eyes.

The ice dragon froze for a moment, facing this thin old man, he inexplicably felt like he couldn't resist when he was a child.

"There's undead in the water!" its exasperated protest sounded like an aggrieved complaint, "There's nothing more disgusting than the undead in the water!"

It's sticky, slippery, and not difficult to deal with, but it's so disgusting that you don't even want to touch a lump of rotten meat.

“...... Is!" Borena exclaimed, his eyes pleading.

Behind him, Rosa nodded very softly at it.

The ice dragon reluctantly held his breath and moved to the river, roaring in a low voice: "...... How can I help?!"

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The murky water swept towards the ice dragon that had turned into a humanoid form - the huge dragon body could easily deal with the undead, but it was difficult to move through the river during the dry season. But no matter what form he used, he was blind at this point. The various residues and sludge that had been deposited at the bottom of the water for an unknown period of time were stirred up by the aquatic weeds that drilled around to catch the undead, and they couldn't help but blow into his face...... Paste into his nostrils. He could only keep his mouth shut, not thinking about what it was, and let a rope of water and grass carry him through the chaos, and there was nowhere to vent his anger.

Why does that necromancer always like to hide his captives in the water? He's a brainless loach, isn't he?!

A thin, slippery object wrapped around his arm, and it felt like the fingers of an undead. Is's struggled to control himself, not tearing the little weed to pieces, but as it reached forward, stubbornly continuing to reach forward as it began to stop him.

He touched a smooth rock.

The burning pain caused him to jerk his hand back and curse silently—the irresistible magic of the fine dragon scales blackened his fingertips.

He regretted it slightly. He shouldn't have heed Rye's warning...... He thought that magic that could only corrupt those aquatic plants would be of little use to him.

He thought he wasn't as arrogant as he used to be.

Frustration arises spontaneously. He tried to calm down and opened his eyes.

Tiny ice crystals appeared around him, instantly joining together before they were swept away by the current, freezing into the mud at the bottom, propping up a semi-circular ice dome in the filthy water, keeping out all chaos and gathering faint light in it.

In the clearing water, Iss saw the stone tablet with the runes carved into it—it was the top of a sarcophagus. In addition to the blood-colored runes like cracks, the family crest of the person who "rests" in it is also thoughtfully engraved.

Eli Croefler hated much more than just his brother.

A slight tremor came from under the stone slabs, as if someone was struggling desperately in it. Darkness, suffocation, and the fear of death can drive the calmest and most fearless into madness.

Ethan was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't possibly last long. But for a moment, the ice dragon just looked down at the exposed slab, motionless.

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In the villages on the banks of the river, when dark shadows appeared silently, Borena was still staring at the river.

The ice dragon that had easily pulled out the sarcophagus trapped in the silt at the bottom of the river never appeared, and the flying aquatic plants gradually subsided. Ryan gave up the overly intense performance expressionlessly, frowning slightly—she couldn't see it, after all, the aquatic plants don't have eyes, but she could feel that Iss was not moving...... No movement for too long.

Was this something that went wrong, or was it something she didn't know about?

"Helping" such a king can sometimes be fun, but it's also a bit tiring.

The people who surrounded him did not make a sound, but stopped at a certain distance. After a long period of ignoring by the surrounded, someone finally spoke: "Your Majesty...... We don't mean to hurt you. ”

Borena absentmindedly glanced back at the crowd, looking nonchalant, in fact unrelieved—he was so agitated that he forgot what he was supposed to play at this moment.

But he recognized the man who spoke.

"Risek Brin. He called out his name, not hiding his impatience, "If anything happens, even the Black Castle you can enter openly." And you choose to act in the dark like this, and then try to make people believe what you say, but it is not so easy. ”

Risek slowly pulled down his cloak, his face gloomy.

He was able to enter the Black Castle in the open. Borena did not believe in God, and he very simply treated different temples and believers as different forces. And he, as the paladin of Nesses...... As the head of the Holy Order, like other clergy of equal status, he was able to meet the king without hindrance.

And the king, whom they had once despised, had never despised him for a few years before, even though he had been rightfully vigilant in their few few conversations, because he had been a hunter in the Castle Forest a few years ago.

It was just pretense — someone had told him that, and he had told himself, but he knew it wasn't. He at least had the ability to tell the difference.

He had a great respect for the king...... Because he at least gave him equal respect.

But he had to come.