Eth spun around the cage in a frustrated manner, knowing it made him look like a trapped beast, but he couldn't stop.

"Be patient, kid. Lydia Shi Ran walked towards him.

"Don't call me that!" roared Iss back.

"It's only the next day. I'm sure your dear brother will think of a way to show up in time to save those barbarians. Lydia was unimpressed by his rudeness.

"And what kind of trap did you have in store for him?" asked Iss, angrily.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill him. Lydia ran her fingers leisurely through her hair, "I'm interested in the new deity he serves...... Toom said that his power looked like a flame dragon - is that true? I think a dragon would know better. ”

Iss closed his lips and glared at her.

But you won't tell me anything. Got it, got it. Lydia shook her head and sighed, "Or do you really know nothing?"

She approached Iss, smiling softly, even with a hint of sympathy: "He didn't tell you anything, did he?"

Isis remained silent, but involuntarily twisted his face to the side.

Like when he was a kid, if it was something Scott didn't want to say, he would never mention it. That's almost a habit, but that doesn't mean he really doesn't have a little complaint about it.

"You've always listened to him, Is. Lydia said softly, "Maybe it's too obedient......"

Iss was stunned. Strange look—there was a sudden crackle in his ears, like a cracked pod bursting open. The voice was not loud, but it seemed to go straight into his head. Let him be in a trance for a while.

He didn't react at all when the familiar figure appeared next to him instantly, but his eyes widened blankly, suspecting that he had fallen into some kind of hallucination, or another little trick of Lydia.

"I should have beaten you up!" he whispered, annoyed and relieved, as someone grabbed his arm and used such force that it hurt a little.

“...... Scott?" Iss cried out in a daze, still not so sure.

Scott pulled him behind him. Silent and vigilant in the face of Lydia.

Lydia's surprise was definitely no less than that of Is, but she soon couldn't help but laugh softly: "Scott...... I know you're going to fall into the net. I didn't expect you to be like this-" She teased her hand at the cage stall, "'Throw yourself into the net'." ”

Without saying a word, Scott swung his sword at the bar, but a flash of white lightning flashed, and he staggered back two steps in shock, his arm almost completely unconscious after a sharp pain. The sword was still in his hand.

He frowned, secretly annoyed by his recklessness and carelessness, and the ensuing frustration was accompanied by uncontrollable anxiety and anger.

"There's a trap in the cage......" Isis said. He simply didn't have time to stop Scott.

"It's better to always use your hands than your brain. Lydia shook her head with regret, "You're still more of a warrior—hasn't anyone taught you how to be a priest?"

Not really...... But Scott ignored her taunts and just looked around, considering a way out.

"Maybe I should remind you. Lydia spoke leisurely, "If you don't want Isis to turn into a pile of charcoal, don't use any spells. He didn't have the slightest ability to resist now. ”

Scott glanced back at Is, confused. The ice dragon, unable to transform, embarrassedly exposed the iron ring on his wrist at him.

“...... What is this?" Scott roared lowly, anger rolling in his blood. His patience is extremely limited right now.

"Don't you know?" said Is, surprised, "I thought it was something from the Temple of Collins...... This is what they used to trap me when they locked me in the underbelly of the Collins Temple a few years ago, and it completely rendered me completely unable to use the dragon's innate powers. Later Lydia unraveled it......"

Scott wordlessly turned to Lydia, the cold, sharp glint in his pale blue eyes that made the mage's heart feel an irritating pain in her heart that she had thought she had stopped beating. The young paladin with a bright smile still stubbornly stuck in her memory, not even the burning hatred that burned it.

However, more than ten years have passed, and she is not the only one who has changed.

Is's eyes fell on Scott's sword, and suddenly he had a not-so-good, but perhaps useful, idea—he could cut off his wrist.

He's a dragon. The young ice dragon, the severed limbs will grow again. It may take some time, but it's better than being controlled by people like this.

But no sooner had he reached out to the sword than Lydia immediately saw what he was trying to do.

"Better not do that, Is. Her voice was almost gentle, "If you don't untie it the right way...... You won't like the consequences, and neither will I. As I said, I don't want to hurt you. ”

Scott immediately grabbed Is's hand and gave him a warning look.

"She's just being alarmist!" Is, annoyed and trying to break free of him, but he didn't have as much strength as Scott right now.

Maybe it was - but Scott didn't want to risk it at all.

"Let him go!" he said to Lydia for the first time, his voice hoarse, "If you really don't want to hurt him, let him go!"

Lydia tilted her head to look at him for a moment, anger burning in her eyes.

"Nope. She said, "It's too late." ”

"Lydia, Bell!" Scott roared forward, almost hitting the bar.

"You pulled him back from the sky, Scott. The female mage looked at him coldly, "It was you who pulled a dragon into a battle that didn't belong to him. All mistakes come at a price, so why should you be exception?".

Iris uneasily poked Scott in the back with his finger.

Scott had been standing there motionless ever since Lydia had gone, so gloomy that he felt a little scared.

"How did you find me?" he asked cautiously, trying to break the suffocating silence. Scott had never been here before, and it was impossible for him to teleport so precisely, even with teleportation.

“...... Pinch a worm to death. Scott replied absent-mindedly and inexplicably, but then his body shook and he turned his head to glance at Is, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"She said she couldn't use any spells?" he asked in a low voice, clearly not needing an answer.

"I feel like she's just scaring us. Isis said. But he had to admit that it worked. They couldn't figure out what Lydia was up to, they couldn't be sure what she could do, and Scott wasn't going to risk his life.

Scott lowered his head and stared thoughtfully at his empty left hand. There was still a little bit of black powder left on his fingertips.

It was what Celebrion had left behind—a figurine not as big as a fingernail, like some kind of beetle, with a smooth and cold black surface, looking like stone, but extremely fragile. A simple spell will make it flutter like a real beetle.

But it doesn't bring him to Is's side. It could only make Is's voice hear.

He almost wanted to throw the useless thing away in his rage - he used it to get Isse back to him, but if he hadn't called Iss back in the first place, he might still be safe now.

Safe and free.

When Celebrion told him how to use it, he even asked apprehensively, "What if he hears it and won't come back?"

The half-elf replied faintly, "Crush it." ”

He thought it was just a joke and didn't take it seriously. But when I suddenly remembered that sentence when I was completely helpless, it felt like it had another deep meaning.

So he crushed the statue with a bit of luck, and it sent him to Is's side in an instant.

It was also magic, but it apparently didn't touch any of the traps Lydia had set here.

He didn't think that Lydia's threat was just some kind of ruse, but her trap might not be without its flaws.

"How's the recovery?" asked Toom.

"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, do you need me to do something for you?" Huo An replied obediently. He was hurt in the back by the ice dragon's throw on a rock, and was allowed to lie on the bed instead of being told by everyone to run around, but he knew very well that Toom probably didn't really care about his body.

In fact, Toom didn't have any other purpose, he just walked here and came in to have a look. Perhaps he had some affection for the quiet and obedient boy - perhaps simply because he was old.

Thinking of this, another trace of anger spontaneously arose from the indelible jealousy.

He nodded indifferently, thinking of what he could do with the little fellow. Joan was sharp-handed, and knew how to read better than almost all of his men, but alas, he was Lydia's apprentice.

Before he could come up with anything, the ground shook violently, and Huo An was unsteady on his feet, instinctively grabbing the old mage's black robe, a trace of panic sliding across his face.

Tum reached out and held on to the cave wall, stunned.

A low roar came from underground, as if some long-dormant beast was gradually awakening, and the continuous vibration from the rock came from the palm of the old mage's hand, not violent, but like the hidden wrath of the gods, which made people feel terrible.

Toom wiped the sweat from his forehead - it wasn't out of fear, not all. The temperature in the cave was apparently rising rapidly, and the increasingly intense pungent smell was gradually making it impossible to breathe.

Suddenly realizing what this meant, the old necromancer let out a low curse. Without hesitation, he rushed out of the cave and didn't say a word to Huo Anduo, who was looking around blankly.

The boy who was left behind hesitated for a moment, then followed Tum closely.

(To be continued)