"Don't go any closer to the trap!" Celebrion warned in a loud voice, "It's not a good idea to trigger more defenses until these two are resolved. ”

Scott stepped back, his sword slashing at a golem, and he realized that the guardian wasn't just about protecting against magic.

He had lost his sword in the cave with the necromancer, now using the one that Iss had found from Toum. A one-handed longsword without any inscriptions or markings, it has a simple and elegant appearance and a sharp blade with magic attached to it. The sword was a little too light for Scott to handle, but he knew that Iss had pierced the Iron Golem's neck with it, and it was enough to prove that it was extraordinary.

At this moment, Scott used all his strength to strike, but only left a shallow white mark on the golem's body, which was probably equivalent to a scratch that didn't even shed much blood for humans.

Scott let out a frustrated growl, rolling around to dodge the ensuing counterattacks and crystals that fell on his head. The Ice Dragon's massive fighting style was inevitably leveling everything around him, and large chunks of crystal fell and smashed around him, spending more time dodging than attacking.

"Mithril. Celebryan's voice was tinged with admiration, "I can't even remember how long it's been since I've seen this kind of metal...... These two golems are enough to buy several kingdoms. ”

The half-elves now look very laid-back. He tried several different types of magic, all of which worked, so he had to add defense and support to Scott and Iss as best he could, and then stood aside and watched. And the two golems were completely him, and the Siao at his feet didn't exist.

No matter how precious the metal is used, no matter how powerful the magic is attached, the golem cannot possess wisdom or accept orders that are too complicated. The two golems apparently didn't know the importance of "killing the priest first", perhaps because the ice dragon was the closest to the trap, and almost all of their attacks hit the ice dragon.

The magic that the golem can cast is extremely limited, and it will soon be left to fight on its own. Their strength is also similar to that of Toum's Iron Golem, but their movements are much more agile. The most difficult thing for the ice dragons to deal with is that they still have weapons!

The double-edged axe, also made by Mithril, had left several scars on the ice dragon's body, and even Kellebrien's timely treatment had made it angry. It's already lost to the Golem once when it became human, and it's not going to lose a second time!

Its claws and teeth couldn't penetrate Mithril, and the only offensive magic it had at its disposal now was spitting, so what good was it against the golem? It had tried plucking out the golem's head or limbs, but even its strength couldn't. All it could do was slap them away, throw them away, or smash them out again and again, destroying a few more clumps of crystals with a crunch, and the futile attack made it start to rage.

After nearly being trampled under his feet several times by a roaring ice dragon, Scott had to admit that he wasn't very good at teaming up with a dragon, even if that dragon was his younger brother. And Iss apparently didn't know how to cooperate at all - dragons have always been lone creatures.

It was a headache, but Scott had found it somewhat.

"It's too heavy!" he yelled, "they're just shells with layers of Mithril!"

Mithril was an extremely light metal, and judging by the sound of the two golems smashing into the crystal bushes, they were a lot of weight.

Celebrion wasn't surprised by this, Mithril was extremely rare, and the weight of the Golem could be one of their strengths, making the Golem entirely out of Mithril was extravagant and unnecessary.

But how useful could this discovery be to them? Even a Mithril shell would be impenetrable.

“...... Scott, use your flame. The half-elf began, "Try to last as long as you can." ”

As strange as it sounded, Scott didn't think his flame could melt Mithril, especially since there was nothing around to burn, even though it was hotter than a normal flame. But Keller Brian's ideas usually have a point. Scott didn't question, but saw the right moment to summon the golden-red flame at a golem that had just been thrown out by the ice dragon, and used his power to keep the flame burning.

When the fiery creature slammed into the ice dragon, the ice dragon let out a roar. The reddened Golem itself became an even more formidable weapon, leaving a scorched black mark on its silver-white scales.

Scott's spell stopped, and the flames went out.

"Now, Is, your spit!" shouted Celebrian, "aim at the red-hot one!"

There was some irresistible majesty in his voice, and the ice dragon roared in exasperation, but still carried out the order from a half-elf. It raised its head and inhaled deeply as Scott lunged to his left, trying to distract the attention of the other golem. After a loud whistling sound like ten thousand arrows breaking through the air, the air in the cave that had been scorched by the heat was suddenly bitterly cold, and the surrounding crystals and rocks let out a series of continuous crackling sounds, cracking, and in the midst of it, the different cracking sounds of metal were still clearly discernible.

The rapid cooling of the heat caused the incomparably precious layer of Mithril armor on the golem's body to begin to crack, and even curled up and fell to the ground in pieces with the golem's movements. The golem, which was originally silver and shiny, with smooth lines, and a bit of deadly elegance, was in tatters and embarrassed in the blink of an eye, and it looked a little pitiful. But that didn't affect its movements, and it raised its double-edged axe and slashed at the ice dragon's abdomen.

With a spell, an invisible but huge impact slammed into its body, leaving it far away.

Calebrynn's magic was finally working - as he had judged, the golem's defense against magic stemmed from the spell engraved in Mithril, and once that armor was peeled off, he could do more than just heal Iss and Scott.

Without the half-elf's command, Scott and the ice dragon did the same to the other golem. When Scott roared and slashed the neck of the golem that had lost its Mithril protection under the ice dragon's feet, Cele Brian had already dealt with him.

Scott closed his eyes and shook his head, shaking off the strange heaviness in his head—as if he had been overstuffed with some kind of hot mist, and he felt a little out of breath.

“...... Where's Theo?" and as soon as he sobered up, he noticed that the old shaman who had been lying on his side had disappeared.

The ice dragon pressed Siao, who was about to rush into the trap, under his front paws.

"Lighter!" Scott had to remind.

The ice dragon let out a grunt in his throat.

No one knows when the old shaman woke up, or how he managed to get so close to the trap from the chaos. There was still a few steps left before his soul could break free from his unfinished life and become one of the victims of the soul trap.

Scott was cautiously standing by Kellerbrian's side. At this moment, even he seemed to feel some kind of temptation, wanting to step into the trap, get closer to the strange gem, and even blend in with it, and become a part of it...... He didn't know how long the protection that Celebrion had put on him would last, and he would have to keep the half-elves from losing their minds like an old shaman.

The half-elf was looking down at the gem, and his long silence made Scott a little uneasy.

"It looks like there's no other defense here. As he spoke, he took a step forward, blocking the half-elf's view, and raised his sword to slash at the gem.

"Scott!" the half-elf snapped, but it was still a step too late.

A loud sound slammed into Scott's head, like smashing his soul out, and a pure white light exploded silently in his vision, engulfing everything.

Scott staggered backwards in a moment of dizziness, the whole world seemed to suddenly move away, his eyes were desperately wide open, trying to grasp something, but there was only chaos in front of him, as if every scene that had happened in the past few decades was spinning wildly in front of him, twisting and shattering, and ceasing.

He felt like he was vomiting, spitting out all his entrails, then bones and flesh, with indescribable pain and a strange lightness, as if he had given up everything and finally been liberated, feeling his life dissipate into the endless void with the last shred of blood.

But his soul did not go with it—it was still stubbornly pulled by something, and it was not free.

Scott...... Scott!!"

The familiar and unfamiliar call stubbornly refused to stop, again and again, panic gradually turned into panic, and the helplessness in it made his heart, which had obviously disappeared, ache violently—he felt his heart again.

It was beating again, the rhythm that had leveled down, perhaps the most mysterious spell in the world, and it brought everything back, bit by bit, from the edge of that dark, empty world.

"Idiot!"

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by Is's red eye sockets and Celebrian's burning rage.

"Is your brain burned to ashes?!"

The half-elf's voice was almost roaring, and Scott had never seen him angry like this.

But he couldn't scold anymore. Iss pounced on Scott's body and hugged him tightly without saying a word, his stiff body as if he was shaking.

Scott could almost hear his bones rattling, but he just patted Is's back and whispered comfortingly, "I'm okay, Is, I'm not dead......"

"Just a little bit!"

Celebryan still looked desperate to slam his head with his cane, and Scott couldn't help but wince.

Iss finally let him go. He really cried, and the tears kept falling, and no matter how much he wiped them in annoyance, he couldn't wipe them clean, but wiped his whole face red.

Now he didn't look like some proud dragon at all, more like the little boy he had left behind ten years ago.

“...... I'm sorry. Scott said. He didn't know why he was so impulsive, so he raised his sword and slashed it without thinking about it.

"I'll apologize later. The half-elf's face was gloomy, "We have a new companion." ”

There was a slight fluctuation in the air, and a figure suddenly appeared not far away, and a familiar voice sounded gently: "This is really ...... Amazing, or can it be called a miracle, isn't it?"

Scott's face turned pale for a moment.

He should have guessed how many people in this world could lay such a trap?

"Lydia ......"

The familiar name still has the warmth of the old days - but nothing goes back to the way it used to be.

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