"Lydia!"

The ice dragon roared angrily and landed in the valley, and the hot spring splashing at its feet was a little hot, which made its mood even worse.

It craned its neck, spread its wings, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a long breath, and after a howling cold wind, the blue, steaming hot springs in front of it made a crisp sound and turned into large and small ice pools. The never-ending wind in the valley quickly carried away the steaming mist, and the vision immediately became clear.

Sooner or later, they will turn back into hot springs. Nor can an ice dragon be able to stand up to the world's most powerful force, the force of nature, even if it is silent and unpredictable.

But at least at this moment, Ice Dragon's heart felt a little more comfortable. And it was finally able to see the entrance to the cave where the necromancers were hiding. Only a few traces of white gas still came out of it.

It didn't take long for a small voice to come out. It wasn't Lydia, it wasn't Toom, it was Joan Shaw.

The boy cautiously stayed in the shadows, far away from it. When a dragon is clearly in a bad mood, it is impossible to be too careful.

"I'm very sorry. Lydia isn't here now, if there's anything important, you can-"

The ice dragon roared. It's not in the mood to listen to such nonsense right now.

The huge body turned into a human form in the blink of an eye, rushed into the narrow hole, grabbed the young man's clothes, and threw it out.

Huo An slammed into a protruding stone pillar in the hole, let out a low, short scream, like being squeezed out of his chest, and fell limply to the ground.

Isis strode past him, not bothering to look at him.

"Lydia, Bell!" he yelled, "get out! I know you're here!"

The cavern was filled with the smell he was already familiar with—a slightly rotting scent, mixed with a dull scent, and now a smell of sulfur. More and more disgusting.

He could detect the figures moving in the darkness, but no one stood in the way of the apparently angry ice dragons, dead and alive.

Nor was they powerless to stop him.

There were no fragile humans to worry about taking care of. There is nothing to fear. Isis firmly told himself that he liked the feeling of being carefree - for good and evil. Maybe a dragon is destined to be lonely.

He'll do his job for Scott, and then the two don't owe each other and go their separate ways.

He should have done it a long time ago.

- No, he's not angry, not at all, even after the stupid fight with Scott.

"Lydia!" he roared, kicking away an undead who was just standing aside.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" said Tuscany Tum in the darkness, and the old necromancer's voice was humble and there was a hint of nervousness.

Without hesitation, Iss rushed into another narrow passage, only sneering as several tall figures stood in his way. Rushing forward.

If the old guy thought that he would be able to trap him by introducing him into such a place that was too narrow to transform, he would be underestimating a dragon.

He slammed into the first undead in front of him, and the barbarian's tall, strong body flew out uncontrollably, knocking down those behind him.

Before the undead could get up, Iss had already stepped on their bodies and rushed to the front of Tum, who was hiding behind and preparing to flee in panic, grabbed the old mage by the neck and pressed it hard against the cave wall.

"Do you really think they can stop me?" he asked coldly.

"Oh, of course they can't. A soft, sweet voice replied, and something cold climbed up the wrist of his right hand that was pinching Toom's neck like a snake.

- It was a déjà vu. Jet-black rings.

All power vanished suddenly. In pain and shock, Iss withdrew his hand, clenched his wrist and staggered back. It was as if countless cold, sharp needles had pierced the ice dragon's body and burned its soul with irrepressible rage.

Even so. Nor could he have mistaken the most dangerous enemy.

"Lydia ......"

"Why did you come here alone?" the mage looked at him with a smile, "Did you quarrel with your brother? ”

Istie blushed his face and punched him, but his hands were immediately twisted behind him by an undead, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.

"What the hell did Scott teach you?" Lydia frowned in displeasure, "You can't just swing your fist at a woman who once hugged you and hummed to lull you to sleep!"

Iss glared at her and didn't say a word.

"When your brother comes to the door, I'll tell him about it. Lydia smiled and reached out and patted his cheek, "Now." Wait for him obediently?".

Iss used all his strength—all the strength he could now—to pull the jet-black ring off his wrist. The skin, which had been rubbed repeatedly by the metal, soon began to break and bleed.

Eth paused, staring at the soft human skin in disgust. He stared for a long time before he lowered his hand.

He knew it was futile, it didn't hurt him even more, he just couldn't stand the feeling of it clinging to his wrist.

In fact, it was much better now than it had been when he had first been trapped by this thing - when he had almost turned back into an ice dragon, the inconspicuous iron ring that was suffocating the power that should have rushed through his body, making him feel like his body would burst open every moment of every day.

Compared to the pain of that time, the pain and weakness of the whole body are nothing at all.

What made him even more unbearable were the distant but indelible memories that followed—the dark and cramped cell under the Temple of Collins, the never-ending maddening dripping sound, the dim light of the fire in the small window, the gaze full of disgust and fear that could not be avoided no matter which corner he shrank......

He buried his head in his arms and silently scolded himself for his stupidity and arrogance.

He should have listened to Scott.

Hell, he barely remembered what Scott had said, all he remembered was that they had a big fight like never before, and it was so confusing and childish that he couldn't even remember it at all, and he didn't want to remember it at all.

Realizing that he would probably have to fight again, he flew away in a rage - he could do whatever he wanted, without the consent of a human!

He'll do his hell-not-your-the-hell mission for Scott, so that he doesn't have any hell-of-the-town responsibilities here, and he can leave early without having to look at him like he's forcing him to make a choice.

But as a result, he just ran headlong into the trap, and without him, it would have taken Scott more than a dozen days to find the Valley of Thunder...... According to Lydia, she won't let this ice field have a living creature on it, and Ed and Naria probably haven't left the ice field yet!

He's going to kill them -- he's going to kill many. And he couldn't care less about that.

Scott called out to him once, and stole it into his ear with a half-elf, and now no one knew how to get it out. At that time, he was clearly still angry.

"Iscontia Alan Christus, get back for me!"

When that impatient, menacing roar suddenly exploded in his ears, Iss was startled, and then his nose ached, and he almost burst into tears.

He may still be waiting for him...... He probably didn't believe he was really stupid enough to think he just flew away in a fit of rage.

But he's probably never going to go back—and even if Lydia really doesn't kill him, he doesn't have the face to go back.

He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but he was awakened by some strange feeling.

Someone was watching him.

He looked up, and beyond the railing was a thin figure wrapped in a black robe.

Joan Shaw, the young necromancer, was quietly watching him with a pair of sky-blue, fragile-looking and innocent eyes.

"She said Ed was your friend. The boy's voice was soft and weak, as if he was talking to himself, "But he is obviously my friend." ”

Iss couldn't help frowning: "Friend, you stabbed him in the chest! No one would do this to his friend." ”

It was only when he remembered that he had almost trampled Ed to death - but he didn't mean to!

"He's my friend. The teenager stubbornly insisted.

Iss stared at him suspiciously, the young man's brain seemed to be more problematic than the black scythe's, "He has a lot of friends - not including the necromancer!"

"You're an ice dragon. What's the difference between us?" asked Joan softly, "We are equally disgusted and feared......"

"There's a big difference!" roared Is.

Huo An seemed to think about it seriously, and then nodded: "That's right, at least I'm still a human being, just like him, I'm a human being." ”

His thin, pale finger pointed at Is, "And you, you're just a ...... Monster. ”

Ishoran stood up, clenched his fists, and managed to restrain himself from rushing over and smashing into the bar—he hated that word, but he wouldn't lose control at the words of a little necromancer.

He sat back down, burying his head back in his folded arms. Maybe he shouldn't have paid any attention to this strange guy at all.

Joan didn't say anything more, but he didn't leave, just stared at Isz as quietly as he had done at the beginning. Even if he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, Iss could feel that strange gaze, crawling coldly on his skin like a worm.

"Are Lydia's apprentices so idle?" he finally couldn't help but look up and yell, "Get out of here!"

The boy still looked at him quietly for a long time before turning away and disappearing into the darkness. But the last words he left behind made Iss feel that the worm that crawled on his skin suddenly burrowed into his body, and there was an uncontrollable, creepy feeling.

"He's my friend...... You'll see. ”.

(To be continued)