“...... It must have been learned from Tess. ”

There was a smile in Rosa's low voice, "He didn't have such a poisonous mouth before. ”

Sesyana gave her a speechless look - is this the time to care about this?

"That guy is tough to deal with. He reminded.

They hid in a small wooded area near the hut, where they could clearly hear the sound of the wind and of course Eli's fierce spell attacks.

They have already suffered a lot of losses. In his impression, the ice dragon that can only be regarded as "young", although it is talented, it is really not very powerful, especially in the face of spell attacks, it can only rely on its strong body to resist. Although it seems to be a little smarter now, it's still hard to be reassured.

"Gotta give that little dragon a chance to perform. Rosa winked at him, "He's changed a lot, hasn't he? besides, it's not easy for us to get two bottles of medicine that can fool them, since we've been waiting for so long......"

Why not wait for the opportunity to hit the target.

The elf stopped talking. He knew she was right, but as a sword dancer...... A warrior trained as a sword dancer, he is always more accustomed to being the first to rush forward and face the enemy head-on.

He listened quietly to Rosa's whispered comments, no longer uncomfortable from constantly hiding in the darkness like a shadow dancer. Unlike the dragon, he still doesn't like to talk, but Rosa says more and more to him, and he can understand many things even if she doesn't say them...... She became more and more relaxed and casual in her face with him.

His Majesty, the unobtrusive king of the northern country, had told him with emotion that this did not bode well. But at this moment, he only felt a peace in his heart.

In this way, it may be enough.

The night is lit up by the light of different spells, and it reflects even more brilliant light on the various ice surfaces. If you ignore the dangers, the secluded valley is a strange sight that is difficult to describe. Rosa soon quieted down as well—such a battle was not something to be seen easily.

Isis never turned back into an ice dragon, but his limbs became thicker and his skin was covered in scales. In his human form, his fighting ability was clearly much stronger than before. His natural agility is not inferior to that of an elf, and his powerful strength, if not fully realized, is far beyond the reach of a human. He may still lack skill, but the combination of the two is enough to make him a pretty good fighter, but it doesn't seem to be the perfect balance yet.

However, the magic of his talent has been wielded by him. Attack or defense, weapon or trap, ever-changing, invincible. Elves had never heard of ice dragons being so good at magic - apart from their powerful breaths, they mostly didn't bother to use those fancy spells at all.

This ice dragon has been affected by too many humans, but that doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

For a long time, they were evenly matched, but Iss had more concerns. As the torn earth cracked towards the small tombstone by the stream, the ice dragon let out its first roar.

Through the barrier of spells, the sound was still shocking, but the elves rushed out at the moment when the roar exploded.

His twin swords glowed a dark red glow under the full moon, something that had not been seen before. Some of the hidden powers have been awakened...... But they're still handy.

More handy.

The tip of the sword sliced into Eli's back, a slight froze in motion, and the mage's sturdy defenses and stone-like skin could not keep it out. But when he tried to stab deeper, the sword suddenly emptied.

Eli's figure vanished from his eyes and appeared on the other side not far away.

"Sneaky elven rats. He spoke contemptuously, his face gloomy, "You ......"

In the blink of an eye, the sword in front of him pressed back what he had not finished. In fact, the elves no longer took such curses and insults to heart, and had long expected their failed sneak attack, but silently poured out a continuous and fierce attack like an ice rain on the enemy.

The skill of the mage and the speed of the warrior's reflexes make Eli a formidable foe...... But not so scary that they could only retreat. The priests of Anduch and the battlemages of Beranti agree that Eli's magical power is not endless. As long as you can force him to no longer cast any magic, and stop him from fleeing before then, you can catch him again.

Yes, their biggest trouble is that they can't just kill this guy - Ethan Crooffler, his younger brother, the indispensable Archon of Anktan, is still in his hands.

Borena de Juri, the one who is not serious enough to be a king, does not dare to take any risks for the life of his consul.

Isis soon joined the attack. The elf was a little surprised, he thought that with the pride of a dragon, he would not accept such a two-enemy one, in fact, it took him a lot of time to accept it...... What surprised him even more was that after a few back and forth, Isis was able to cooperate with him quite well.

Compared to the previous ice dragon who didn't know what "tacit understanding" was even if he fought with his closest companions, he really changed a lot.

Against the two powerful opponents, Eli couldn't even let out a word of sarcasm. But after a moment of stagnation, he unleashed an even more violent attack.

- He's running away.

The elven twin swords that he had escaped twice were like the wind, pressing forward step by step, so fast that even Iss could only see a phantom. The necromancer's face turned pale, and after three consecutive spells were interrupted, he roared angrily, as if once again controlled by the warrior's instinct, and slammed his fist straight into Is's face.

This is extremely stupid out of control. The ice blade in Is's hand stabbed straight into the opponent and almost caught up with him, but he was intercepted halfway by the elf's hand.

He frowned, but was not angry. The ice blade spun in mid-air, slashing at Eli's arm.

Behind the necromancer, a slender dagger as thin as a cone poked out of the void and silently slammed into his shoulder, revealing Rosa Latus's form.

The stab wasn't fatal, but Eli froze there instantly, anger and fear frozen in his eyes at the same time. A shallow mark on his forehead, pale as a vessel.

The elf stared at the mark, watching it slowly disappear before it could fully manifest, and the tense muscles finally relaxed a little.

Not only could they not kill him, they couldn't even let him get hurt too badly - that would just send him away.

“...... Finally!"

Rosa let out a long sigh as the necromancer could no longer move like a statue, and her pupils gradually dilated.