"What the fuck is going on!!" Tess roared in the howling cold wind, "Why are there two ice dragons?!, the hell, that bastard said there aren't many dragons left in the world!!"

Nalya just stared at the ice dragon chasing after her in a trance: "I guess that's Is?"

"He's better!!" Tess continued to growl, choking on the cold wind and coughing violently. Turning her head to look at it for a while, the one behind her was indeed more like the ice dragon they had seen in the Weeping Forest, but she couldn't see the person lying on his neck, and she could only judge from the dark hair that it might be Ed.

That fool is quite bold......

She finally figured out where the uneasiness that had been haunting her before came from - the ice dragon they rescued was too big, and she had always felt that something was wrong, but hell, she didn't know how dragons grew up, maybe they just grew so fast?!

They were clumped together by Silver Fang's right hind paw, and Tess could feel the sharp stinging in her leg and the trembling little thing. Mochi must have scratched her skin, but thankfully, it hadn't fallen yet.

She suspected that if the ice dragon flew up again, both she and Narya would be frozen into ice strips, and even if Iss caught up with them, they would not be able to save them. Is's speed was fast, but the ice dragon that caught them was more experienced, and it swerved sharply, sliding sideways between the gaps between mountains.

Tess felt like she was going to throw up soon.

She missed the solid ground so much, even in the dark pit of the dwarves that it was better than drinking cold wind in the air where there was no heaven and no ground!

But the silver teeth rushed upwards again, so high that it was difficult for the girls to breathe, and it was as if something had been stuffed into their ears, and there was a dull ache.

Then the ice dragon let go of its claws.

The screams were gagged in her chest, and Tess and Narya hugged each other tightly and fell to the ground like heavy stones. As far as the eye could see, the snow reflected the bright moonlight approaching them, and the black rocks were exposed.

Even if they fall on the snow, they will surely die.

However, another paw caught them accurately.

Is, who had almost caught up with Silverfang, had to turn back to catch the girls, and Naria opened her eyes in a daze, and Akan was waving happily at them in Is's other hind paw.

Is's body sank sharply. It roared, and Naria's heart almost stopped beating. From her vantage point, she could see that the larger ice dragon seemed to have smashed its entire body into Is's body, and the blood was blown up by the wind and then fell downward.

"What's going on!" exclaimed Tess, face down, only the blood falling could be seen.

Naria didn't answer, just pressed her face to the ice dragon's claws. Her tears were easily swept away by the wind, leaving no warmth.

She had wanted to save him, but she was likely to kill him.

Isis flew down at a faster speed, grabbing three men and unable to fight.

As it approached the ground, it threw Tess, Naria, and the big man down. It wasn't gentle, and they rolled on the snow for a while before stopping.

They heard Isis shouting, "Come down!"

Then another person fell near them.

Stiff, Fili Zeri slipped off Is's neck and fell into the snow, unable to move a finger for a long time - he would never jump on a dragon again, it would be madness.

They landed on a gently sloping snow halfway up a mountain, and watched as Iss flicked his tail in mid-air and turned to meet the giant ice dragon that was lunging at him.

The scars on his back are clearly visible.

Tess put her arms around Naria and muttered comforting words that she didn't know what they were, but if she didn't say something, she felt like she would be made to cry by Naria's tears.

Filly staggered over to them.

"He's fighting, and weeping for himself, or for you, is not a blessing. The paladin's face turned blue and he shuddered involuntarily as he spoke, looking very funny, but he succeeded in calming Narya, wiped away his tears fiercely, and looked up at the battle between dragons that no one had ever seen in the living creatures in the sky.

The battle was primitive, yet thrilling—the ice dragons' magic was ineffective against each other, and the only thing that could do damage was their natural fangs and claws, powerful enough to shatter the long tails and powerful necks of the rocks.

And their huge bodies collided and bit at each other in the moonlight, and from time to time blood spilled from the sky with a roar of rage, making the four people on the snow star, almost forgetting to breathe.

The wound on Is's back was deep, but it was clear that Silver Fang was not going to be much better off.

It never thought it would ever see Silver Fang. After the great battle on the island, it thought it was going to die, but somehow survived with the help of a barbarian, and Silver Fang never reappeared.

It had returned to the place where it had found the Silver Fang, and it was empty, leaving behind only a pile of treasure frozen in ice. So it thought that Silver Fang was dead.

It left those things there and never went back.

It couldn't figure out why Silverfang was in the dwarven pits, but it secretly helped rescue the trapped ice dragon. In any case, it did not want his people to die at the hands of the dwarves.

The moment it saw Naria, it instinctively turned around and wanted to escape, but in hesitation, Tess and Naria both fell into the hands of Silver Fang.

It didn't have time to think about it, and its body had already rushed out on its own. It's definitely a bad idea to be human again, and it can't even leave that stupid big man behind. That made it angry and disappointed in itself.

And the guy who had the audacity to ride it on its neck...... It's going to rip his throat out!—after it says Scott's message.

The name it hadn't heard in a long time, and it had deliberately forgotten, still easily disturbed its mind. It should have crashed itself into a mountain, or buried itself in a snowdrift, or sunk into a sea of ice...... Sober up!

But now, it has a better way to vent.

It must fight with all its might to defeat Silverfang. And if it fails...... There's nothing to worry about.

The pleasure of fighting and killing boiled in its veins, and it forgot about anything else for a while. It swiftly lunged sideways, dodging the large, sharp teeth that Silverfang was proud of, while slamming into the flank.

There is a slight deviation in the distance, and the wound left is not deep. To Silver Fang's massive body, that wasn't worth mentioning.

But there's no need to rush.

It was still young, and the Silver Fang was beginning to age, and if the battle could be prolonged, the balance of victory would tip in its favor.

It could see the silverfang's left claw, which had not yet fully grown, which made the ancient ice dragon sometimes lose its balance. Silver Fang also had a slight depression in his chest, where he guessed a rib or two had been broken. There was also Silver Fang's left eye, which, after a few attempts, was determined to not be able to see clearly.

That's probably the damage it left behind, but it didn't expect them to heal yet. The last time it fought back in a rage, it couldn't remember exactly how much damage it had done to Silverfang. It was no less injured than a silver tooth, and now it didn't have a single scar.

It sped upward, then quickly flipped in mid-air with a stream of air, gathered its wings, and used its entire body as a weapon to smash at Silverfang, but not at Silverfang's thick back, but at its wings.

Again, it missed. Silverfang slid away to the right, claws only slightly tearing at the corner of Silverfang's left flank.

Isis began to get impatient. It lunged underneath Silverfang, twisted violently, and bit down ferociously into Silverfang's neck, exposing its abdomen to the claws of its opponent.

With a roar of triumph, Silver Fang raised his neck and slashed his two hind paws towards the softest part of the young ice dragon's body.

Iss kicked out his hind paws with the same force, clutching them tightly with his hind paws, while pulling several deep wounds on the side of Silverfang's neck with his front paws, and grabbing Silverfang's remaining right claw with the other front paw, pushing upwards and throwing his long neck up and twisting around the opponent's neck to avoid being bitten.

In the heat of battle, the strange, intimate posture made Silverfang suddenly feel a little ridiculous - as if they were not trying to kill each other's enemies, but friends they had known each other for life, hugging each other tightly and falling to the ground.

But in such a position, it can also smash him into the rocks below, shattering its spine.

It listened to the wind whistling in its ears, looked at the ground approaching a little bit, and was basked in great joy - it would win.

But the ice dragon beneath him slammed into midair, squeezing his injured ribs, and the moment it cowered in pain, it managed to roll over and crush it underneath.

Silverfang roared angrily, trying to reclaim the upper position again, but it was too late.

Its back slammed into the hard, razor-bladed rock, and its thick spine snapped in two with an unbearable thud.

The dizziness caused by the sharp pain blurred its eyes, and when its vision became clear again, it saw a full moon, as it had looked up at the sky on countless lonely nights, so cold, yet so gentle.

It is the only one who has always accompanied it and has never left.

Fierce and ruthless, Silver Fang has made a name for itself with the blood of countless enemies. As it grows old, it becomes more and more afraid of death day by day.

For a long time, it struggled to survive in a world that no longer belonged to dragons, but at the moment of real death, fear, despair, and unwillingness receded like a tide, leaving only incomparable peace.

"You won. It looked calmly at its young kindred, "Kill me." ”

They all knew that it was too badly wounded to recover, and that it was better to wait here to die...... Or die at the hands of others because of cripplement, and it is a mercy to be killed by your kindred.

Isis looked down at the golden eyes like it, was silent for a long time, and bit off the old ice dragon's neck.

The moment Silver Fang stopped breathing, for some reason, Iss suddenly knew that it was the last ice dragon in the world.