Scott looked at the steep peaks of Giant's Ridge, the sunlight reflected off the snow piercing his eyes, making him almost cry, but he still couldn't take his eyes off.

He grew up watching the continuous snow-capped peaks of Karnak, and Anktann was an empire surrounded by high mountains, and he thought that he would no longer feel anything about the scenery of the snow-capped mountains, but the steepness and majesty of the Giant's Ridge could not be described in words, and its harshness only added to its coldness and majesty, like the giants who had fallen here, standing silently and proudly, unapproachable and unconquerable.

Scott realizes that if Iss really had his lair on top of the mountains, he might not have been able to climb it at all - would he really have to stand at the bottom of the mountain and shout Is's name, as Tess said?

"All of our souls will one day return here. Bump, who also looked up at the mountain, told him, "And that day the giant will be resurrected and live on the other side of the giant's spine in a paradise." ”

He seemed so proud that Scott didn't know if he understood that, if that was the case, the resurrection of the giants would mean the extinction of the barbarians—but the people who lived in the wasteland never felt that their bodies were what they really were. They firmly believe that they should be giants, strong men who even the gods dare to resist.

Domt, the youngest son of Chief Dutton, rode up to them, and the barbarian, who had just escaped from his youth, was a little overly lively, and always rushed ahead alone from a distance.

"There's someone up ahead!" he said.

"Living?" asked Scott.

The barbarian nodded affirmatively, "I see the flag of the Blackmane Tribe." ”

He didn't look very happy.

Scott had already heard of the Blackmane Tribe. Like the Benlu tribe, they set up camp on the other side of the deer lake, the camp where the ice dragons had been, and semi-forcibly took in the survivors of the Winter Wolf tribe, as well as other weaker tribesmen. When Scott asked, Dutton just scratched his chin and smiled helplessly, but the young men of the Benlu tribe were indignant.

"They say Blackmane just wants to expand his power. Bang once told him.

But if the Blackmane tribe is also here, it may prove that they are not indifferent to the others. It is likely that they are also looking for a hiding place for the necromancer.

With two powerful tribes united, the situation may be more favorable to them.

“...... You're not going to start fighting before you meet, are you?" he asked.

Domt thought for a moment. He shook his head reluctantly.

"If you don't let us fight. He said, "Then don't fight." ”

“...... Bang Pu!" Scott called his guide, he was not from the Benlu tribe, and it might be easier for him to communicate with the other party. "Let's see what the people of the Blackmane Tribe are here for. ”

Bamp readily agreed, rode away, and it didn't take long for him to rush back.

"They're surrounding a necromancer!!!" he shouted.

“...... Necromancer?" Scott confirmed in surprise.

"It looks like ...... Although he was not wearing a black robe. "But he looks like a dead man, and the sun can't even shine on him!"

Scott didn't know what to say, even a necromancer was human...... Even dead people have shadows, and ghosts simply cannot appear under such bright sunlight.

"The people of the Blackmane tribe seem to need help, and they can't get close to the necromancer. Brunp said.

The young savages gathered around them looked at each other and turned their expectant gaze to Scott, each unable to contain their excitement.

They were required by the chiefs to obey all the commands of the priests. But it was a great opportunity to show off their strength in front of their opponents and capture the necromancer back to their camp.

"Alright," Scott couldn't help but sigh, "then we'll go and help...... But remember. No one is allowed to do anything without my orders!".

Nutka stepped forward again, screamed, and slashed down with a sword. Such a sword once made an ice dragon jump in pain, but now it seemed to bounce off something slippery, and it couldn't touch the mysterious guy.

But the other party did not fight back, just stood there coldly. There was a bit of impatience in the almost transparent eyes.

It's not just the eyes, this strange human ...... If he were human, the whole person would feel like it was transparent.

Nutka had asked who he was, but he only frowned slightly, not answering, and the blackmane tribe guys had already started attacking without saying anything.

He somehow made everyone who rushed at him slip and fall to the ground in embarrassment. After half a day of not being able to get up, Nutka had no choice but to join the attack, and the result became the way it is now, with both sides consumed here.

She didn't understand why this guy didn't fight or run, but seemed to be waiting for someone.

When the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind her, she thought to herself—he might be waiting for his helper.

Several barbarians thought of this. Turning back in some panic, the man who had come on horseback was only a savage, and he looked at them a few times, looked at their opponent in disbelief, and then turned and ran away.

Soon, more people rode up, and Nutka turned back again, but it was a human who ran ahead of the barbarians.

This situation was beyond everyone's expectations, the man on the horse and the surrounded "necromancer" looked at each other in surprise, and then the man grinned, jumped off the horse with a simple and warm smile like a child, and rushed towards the mysterious mage, just like the others did not exist at all, the barbarians of the blackmane tribe involuntarily got out of the way, they probably thought that this man would also be blocked by the invisible barrier, but he didn't, he directly pounced on the "necromancer", hugged him tightly, and shouted: "Celebryan!"

The Half-Elf Priest was knocked back two steps and exclaimed, a little annoyed, "Scott!"

But he also had a faint smile on his face, making him look like a living person at last.

Scott was still holding him tight.

"Long time no see!" he laughed, reluctant to let go until Calebryne began to knock him on the head with his cane.

"Scott. The priest pushed his friend a little away so that he would not pounce on him again, as enthusiastic as a big dog who wanted to lick his mouth in the face, but his smile could not be hidden: "You look ...... Very good. ”

"Of course, I'm fine, Karen. And you ......" Scott looked at the half-elf, his smile growing with worry, the half-elf's long gray hair almost down to his knees, and his face under the hood paler than he remembered. His silver-gray eyes, which had always given Scott a peculiar metallic sheen, were now transparent.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"When are you going to stop asking this question?" Keller Brian raised an equally almost gray eyebrow, "I'm fine. ”

"How did you end up here?" Scott had a myriad of questions, "Ed said you disappeared in the dwarven mines for no apparent reason, where the hell did ......you go? Is it really okay?"

"Ah, you've seen Ed and Naria......" The half-elf didn't bother to answer the question his friends had asked so many times, "I'll wait for them here." But it was you who came...... And with a bunch of barbarians?"

His gaze fell behind Scott. Scott then remembered the group of people he had completely forgotten about, and he turned back to see the people of both tribes standing there looking at them, with different expressions on their faces.

"I'm Scott. And this is my friend, the priest of the moon god Mysitia, the half-elf Celebryan. He loudly introduced to everyone, "He's not a necromancer. ”

"Why should we trust you?" a barbarian of the Blackmane Tribe questioned loudly, "We don't even know you. ”

"We believe!" said Domt. The young savage believed every word Scott said.

"And we should trust a bunch of fools from the Benlu tribe?" said a man from the Blackmane Tribe, who already recognized the tattoo on his face.

The young people of the Benlu tribe were in an uproar because of this. They argued with each other in two different languages, and the Blackmane tribesmen began to whistle their horses, and the scene became chaotic.

"Calm down! Hey, don't do it!" Scott shouted.

But that didn't seem to work, and even the people of the Benlu tribe completely forgot to obey his orders when provoked. Bump originally wanted to step aside obediently, but was pulled off his horse by a man from the black-maned tribe without saying a word. The young man roared and writhed his legs, causing the man to roll on the snow with him.

"I said, stop!!" Scott yelled, he was really a little angry.

Everyone's heart feels like a sudden blow, not heavy, but not to be ignored. Everyone stopped and looked at Scott in disbelief.

Celebryan frowned, even he was affected.

"If you want proof, I can prove it to you!" Scott said loudly, drawing a knife. He cut a deep wound in the palm of his hand and held it up in front of Celebrion.

Celebryan glared at him, "...... There are countless ways to prove that you can always pick the dumbest one. ”

"Karen, I'm bleeding. Scott reminded disapprovingly.

The priest spat out a simple incantation with a straight face, and even in the sunlight, the soft white light that condensed on the wound was faintly visible, and the barbarians who were scuffling together let go of each other, and the wound healed quickly under the gaze of all, leaving no scar.

Scott raised his left hand: "Only those who walk on the earth on behalf of the gods can receive healing powers." I know you don't believe in God, but you've probably heard of it. ”

But he should have thought that things would not be so easy to solve.

Chapter 159: Together

"I don't care if you're a priest or anything, go back to your own place! this is the land of the barbarians, and I don't need you, let alone your gods!"

The barbarian of the Blackmane tribe who spoke first shouted, and he seemed to be the leader of the men.

"This is not your territory, and it's not your turn to say such things!" Domt snapped back.

"This is not the territory of the Benlu tribe either. "The opposite side is in opposition.

Dom looked at Bomb - the area belonged to the Winter Wolf Tribe, but the Winter Wolf Tribe had nearly perished under the attack of the undead, and in the eyes of many tribes, this was just a borderless land to be occupied.

"I am Bump of the Winter Wolf Tribe, and I am on the orders of Chief Tulun to accompany this human priest wherever he wants!" Bamp announced in a loud voice.

"Tulun, I have heard that he fled to the Castle Forest, and he is no longer worthy to be a barbarian, not to be the chief of a tribe, and not to have the land left by his ancestors!"

The contempt in this sentence infuriated Bamp.

"Give your name!" he roared, "if this is a declaration of war, you can get an answer now!, and as long as the warriors of the Winter Wolf are not dead, this land will always be ours!"

"And our tribe will be on the side of the Winter Wolves!" Dommut added fuel to the fire.

"Sack. The other party replied proudly. "We don't plan on going to war with the Winter Wolves or the Ben Deer, but if you want to, we won't be afraid!"

The quarrel grew louder and louder, and more people joined the warband. The pugnacious young men brandished their fists and weapons, as if ready to pounce on each other at any moment, while the humans and half-elves, who were the cause of the dispute, were completely reduced to bystanders.

"Quite wonderful. Celebryan spoke leisurely, "Isn't it?"

Scott looked at him with a wry smile.

"That's enough!" he yelled.

This time, there was no force in his voice that seemed to hit everyone's heart directly, but everyone involuntarily quieted down.

"We're looking for a hiding place for those necromancers, and if you have the same purpose, there's no reason to fight each other. Scott persuaded in a more soothing tone, "Whatever problems you have between your different tribes, now you have to face a common enemy......

"We're looking for the dragon. A woman's voice said.

Scott's body stiffened slightly. Looking at the only woman, she remained calm, just helplessly looking at her companions.

"I know...... That dragon attacked your camp, did it hurt anyone?" he tensed.

"Nope. But I'm not from the Blackmane tribe, and the dragon killed my father. And these warriors are willing to go with me for revenge. The woman said.

Scott lowered his head. He knew who she was. Norway had told him about the female warrior, their guide...... He just couldn't have imagined that she would move so quickly. He looked at the horses brought by the Blackmane tribe, carrying some large tools on their backs, which were used to slay dragons...... Realizing this, the first emotion in his heart was anger - how dare they hurt his brother!

Then a myriad of thoughts tangled in his mind, and he wanted to question why the barbarian was so sure and wanted to stop them. Even if you use force, you want to leave alone, find Is, and take him away from home...... He turned his head to look at Celebrian, where the Half-Elf Priest was just standing silently, knowing that the Half-Elf never gave any advice—and never took advice from anyone.

He had to make his own decisions. And he accepted a mission. It's just going to have to be done well.

"The leader of Dutton has found clues to those necromancers. If you're willing to go with us, that's the best, and together we can determine their hiding place and give the two most powerful tribes on the ice a chance to join forces to destroy your enemies...... Perhaps, you can continue to look for the ice dragon. No one is going to stop you. Scott said loudly for all of the Blackmane Tribe to hear, but the last sentence involuntarily seemed a little stiff.

He didn't go to see Nutka.

The barbarians came together. The syllables of their language are short and loud, and they always sound like they are arguing.

While waiting for them to make a decision, Scott returned to the half-elf.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked, "I can't ask you to come with us to find the necromancer, that's not your job. But Nalya is likely to have left the camp of the Benlu tribe now, and I don't know where she will be, and Ed ...... He's supposed to be with Is, at least I hope. ”

“...... Did he find him?"

"In fact, Iss found them...... It's a long story. Scott couldn't help but sigh.

Celebryan lowered his eyes and didn't think about it for long.

"I'll go with you. He said.

And the people of the Blackmane tribe finally decided to go with them. This was the result Scott wanted, but it also gave him a faint headache.

"Hopefully they won't fight over anything on the way. He muttered to himself as he reached out and pulled Celebrion onto his horse. They had no extra mounts, and the half-elves could only ride with him.

The half-elf's hands were as cold as ice, and Scott involuntarily asked again, "Are you really okay?"

He remembered that the pastor's hands had always been warm, even though he always looked cold.

The half-elf was silent for a few moments before replying, his voice unexpectedly gentle, "I'm fine, Scott." ”

They hit the road again, the ranks grew stronger, but the atmosphere was extremely dreary. The young men of the Benlu tribe, who had been talking to each other like quarrels before, kept their mouths shut. They couldn't question Scott's decision, but they were clearly unhappy with it. But Scott didn't care about any of that. He just had to bring these people back safely.

He'll get rid of those necromancers and go to Is, but where exactly will he be in the Giant's Spine?

"Keller Brian. He asked his friend thoughtfully, "You said you were waiting for Naria and Ed...... How do you know where they will be?"

"I've left markers under them, and that should allow me to teleport to their vicinity accurately...... But it's not the first time it has failed. The half-elf replied indifferently, "At least this time it doesn't seem too far away." ”

“...... Are you getting weaker?" asked Scott around the corner. He feared that if he asked "Are you okay?" again, the half-elf would simply disappear.

"Nope. It's strong, Scott, it's never been stronger...... It's just hard to control. Celebrian's tone was calm, "I can fix this." ”

Scott knows half-elves, and he never resigns himself to fate. He will not stop resisting, he will not give in. There will be no compromise, either complete control of that power or be swallowed by that power, there is no third option.

This half-elf is more stubborn than a dwarf in his bones.

"Can you try to find Ed again, if he's still with Is......"

"Yes. But don't get your hopes up. ”

"Every time you say that, it's always our greatest hope. Scott laughed. He truly missed the days when he had adventured with his companions, trusting each other, relying on each other, and nothing could stop them.

"Karen, did I tell you that I'm really glad to see you again?" he sighed, thinking he would never see any of them again.

“...... I know. The half-elf replied softly.

They stopped in the afternoon and set up camp. The people of the Blackmane tribe could not understand this. Shouldn't they have worked day and night to find those necromancers as soon as possible?

Scott had to explain again. Necromancers and the undead only haunt at night, so their plan is to rest during the day without fear of being attacked, and continue at night, preferably by midday, to find the cave that Sio spoke of. That would be even more beneficial to them.

After finally convincing the bold and impatient young men who knew nothing about the enemy, Scott sat down beside Celebrian.

"I wish Alan was here, he would always make everyone listen to him, and I'm not good at that. He grumbled under his breath.

"If those necromancers are hiding in their holes. Day and night make no difference to them at all. Celebryan glanced at him, "You're not going to let these people into the hole, are you?"

Scott grinned at him, not at all surprised that the half-elf could easily see through his true plan: "I'm only going to bring a few people in, after all, our purpose is to search and confirm, not attack, and the more people there are, the easier it is to be exposed—and it is harder for me to keep everyone safe." ”

"If it is true as you say, those necromancers are no longer fighting on their own, but as an organization...... You have no idea how powerful they are now, and you probably can't even guarantee your own safety. ”

"Hmm...... You'll have to try it to find out. ”

"I thought you didn't have such a problem with arrogance. Keller Brian said.

Scott was speechless. The half-elf didn't ask him why he had disappeared, what he had done in the past ten years, why he hadn't returned to Chrissus, why hadn't he gone to Is...... He didn't ask anything, just like before. Even when he heard Bomb call Scott "Lord Reverend," he didn't ask a word.

Scott used to love to talk to half-elves, even if he sometimes didn't seem to be listening, and sometimes glared at him with a "don't bother me with such a boring thing" look, but it made him feel relaxed when he finished speaking, as if he could solve anything - but not this time.

The half-elf's gaze seemed to see through him, as if he already knew everything.

"Secrets are a weapon, Scott. "But be careful, it can hurt yourself too." ”

Scott could only smile back with a complicated smile. I don't know if it's an illusion after a long absence, but he always feels that Cele Brian has become more gentle and patient.