Is's head rested on Scott's shoulder once more, and began to slide down.

Scott carefully caught him and let him slowly lie down on the blanket, this time, the exhausted ice dragon huddled up beside him, not waking up again.

This cave was the one that Calebryn had seen, it was so small that it could hardly be called a cave, at most it was a crevice, and the ice dragon could only stay here if he became a human, but it was not easy to find a place to live among the cold and windy mountains of the Giant's Ridge, and Is, who was tired enough to choke, did not have the strength to care so much.

They had been circling the mountains of Giant's Spine for days, and Scott began to feel that it was futile, but he did not raise any objections. If successful, it is indeed the best way to dispel the hostility of the barbarians.

Siao, who had been meditating at the closing point, suddenly opened his eyes and whispered something.

"We're close. Keller Brian said.

Scott hoped it was true, and that the erratic calling that Seo had felt these days was their only guide.

"I'm dying. The old shaman had explained to him so calmly, "That brings my soul closer to the souls of all those who have died, they are calling me, I can hear them." ”

It doesn't sound very reliable, but since Celebryan thinks it works, it doesn't hurt to give it a try. Half-elves often have strange ideas, but they always achieve their original purpose in some strange way. If they could really get the souls of those barbarians back to the icefield and answer the shaman's call, Scott hoped they would tell their descendants plainly that they were now sleeping in a daze beside him...... Even the ice dragon, drooling in shame, is definitely not their enemy.

Is's body suddenly twitched and sat up suddenly.

“...... Is?" Scott asked, confused.

Iss just turned his head out of the cave in a daze: "Did you hear that?"

Scott listened closely, and all that was outside was the whining of the wind.

"What did you hear?" asked Celebrian.

Iss blinked, as if he was slowly coming to his senses.

“...... It's nothing. He said with some exasperation, "I misheard. ”

The half-elf refused to let him go: "You are a dragon, you have to trust your instincts." What the hell did you hear?"

"Roar...... A dragon's roar, that can't be. Isis rubbed his face in annoyance.

"Don't be so easy to say 'impossible'. The half-elf said lightly,

"How many dragons are left in this world? I've already killed one, do you want to say I can meet another one at the Giant's Back?" the frustration in Is's voice turned to sadness. "This has always been the territory of the Ice Dragon...... And I'm already the last ice dragon. ”

The cave was quiet for a while, until Seo suddenly began to sing again.

His old voice was hoarse and low, but it wasn't unpleasant. Scott could hear a bit of tragedy in the simple, repetitive melody, and couldn't help but ask softly, "What is he singing?"

He knew that Isse could understand.

“...... The final battle between the giants and the gods. "Do you know? It is strange that the barbarians have only their own language, not writing, but the history they have passed down from generation to generation in songs is closer to the truth than the history that elves, dwarves, and humans solemnly write on paper in all kinds of words." ”

Scott wanted to ask about the real history, but he didn't want to miss the old shaman's low chanting. Giant. Legend has it that the first creature of the gods was exterminated in a terrible way. In the records of the elves, it was the jealousy of the elves, the second race created by the gods, that caused the giants to resent their creator and eventually began to rebel. Want to banish the gods from this world. Their demise was entirely self-inflicted, but their strength, and courage to confront even their own creator, are revered in the most subtle ways of legend.

To this day, no one knows what the truth really is. The civilization of the giants was as completely wiped out as they were, and the harshness and brutality of the Far North, the barbarians who disrespected the gods deterred the curious adventurers. When the legend fades away. There are even more and more people who doubt that giants really existed.

But Ed spoke to Scott with amazement about the giant's bones that the necromancers wanted to dig up - they existed, and the barbarians never suspected that they were the descendants of giants.

Scott's eyelids grew heavy as the old man sang for a long time. That distant, more than 10,000 years ago, loomed in his dreams.

He dreamed that he was flying to Nimain, the city that had been destroyed before it was built. Its towers rise above the world's tallest mountain. Huge figures hovered over the city, outstretched wings with a grace that flightless creatures could never match, scales covered in armor that glittered in the sun.

That's an ancient dragon.

"Over there. Celebryan kicked the ice dragon in the neck with his left foot, in exchange for an angry growl.

"I'm not a horse!" the ice dragon roared dissatisfiedly, but still flew honestly to the left.

"A little lower. Celebryan commanded. Completely unfazed by the Ice Dragon's complaints.

The half-elf's eyesight is not sharper than that of the ice dragon, but he is more attentive than the ice dragon. Sio had stated that the summons he felt were coming from nearby, but there was nothing unusual on the ground, silver snow, light blue glaciers, and black rocks, as if they had never changed and would never change since the day they were created.

"Go back and forth, a little lower. The half-elf's entire body was almost lying on the ice dragon's neck, its silver-gray eyes fixed on a certain point on the ground.

"Looks like there's a hole over there?" said Scott uncertainly as the ice dragon swept low over a sloping rock. After being dazzled by the light emitted by the snow for so long, his eyes were already dazzled.

"Go down and have a look. The half-elf said.

The ice dragon landed with a bang, lowered its head and let the people on its neck jump down one by one, and glanced critically at the small, black hole not far away.

"I can't get in!" it announced loudly.

"Become human. The half-elf head said without replying, "It's okay big or small, just practice." ”

The ice dragon roared, and thought very seriously about whether to bite the pesky priest in two or freeze it into a strip of ice and hang on the cliff it had just flown over!

"Is, Is. Scott quickly patted its front legs soothingly. "You can just stay here, maybe there's nothing in there, and you'll have to keep flying. ”

The ice dragon spewed out a cloud of cold air unhappily, and slashed the snow with its claws. Scott turned a few steps and followed the half-elf. As he entered the somewhat rounded cavern hidden beneath the rocks, he unsurprisingly heard footsteps behind him—Iss followed him silently.

A soft glow rippled from Celebrian's staff. Curious, Scott reached out to touch the smooth, slightly reflective stone wall in which their shadows could almost be printed.

"It's not like a naturally formed hole. There was a hint of joy in his voice.

"In fact, it is. The unrelieved voice of the half-elf priest showed undisguised disdain, "This is the hole that the ice moss spits out of the rock and then drills out with its body. ”

Scott, who always seemed unheard of in front of the half-elves, smiled wryly: "So there's just a worm in there?"

"Maybe it's more than that. The half-elf said lightly.

They continued on their way, winding their way through a winding passage carved out by a worm, and it was not long before the old shaman, who suddenly seemed anxious, proved the half-elf's words.

He shouted excitedly. Rudely shoved Celebrion aside and ran forward at an unusually fast pace for an old man. Scott had never seen the old man so out of control, and he was stunned for a moment, and was about to chase forward, when Iss had quickly passed past him.

"Let him go. The half-elf stopped Scott, who was trying to catch up. "If there's an ice moss in there, he has a better chance of surviving than you. ”

Scott glared at him angrily, shook off his hand and chased along the dark passage, listening to the sudden roar of anger and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in front of him, and didn't chase far before he bumped into Is, who was already dragging the old man back.

“...... What's going on?!" With the light coming from behind him, Scott stared at the old shaman who was dragging most of his body to the ground, and was softly pulled by Is's back collar and carried in his hand with a bleeding face. I couldn't help but raise my voice.

"He tried to hit me, and I knocked him out. Is's face was taken for granted.

“......”

Scott crouched down without saying a word, trembling to probe the old man's breathing.

"He's still alive!" said Is, impatiently, "the barbarians are not so vulnerable. ”

"He might be over a hundred years old, and you're a dragon!" Scott looked at Seo's head uneasily, the old man's head had probably been hit directly by Is. Most of his face was covered with blood, and he looked a little scary.

"Well done. The half-elf, who had followed slowly, complimented.

Sterco stared up at him, not knowing what to say.

"It's better than letting him run and feed the worms. The half-elf deigned to add, "And don't you think something wasn't quite right with him when he came in?"

"Maybe he felt the spirits that called him?" Scott said.

"Summoning, summoning won't let him lose his mind like this. Celebryan bent down and reached out to wipe the old man's face weakly. The blood and wounds disappeared in an instant.

"You mean it's a trap?" asked Scott, alarmed.

"Perhaps. The half-elf said nonchalantly, "We'll know." ”

"But don't we need him to lead the way?" Scott looked down at Seo, who was still unconscious.

"Nope. The half-elf said, "I can lead the way." Is, drag him along. ”

Scott almost wanted to sigh, but he shook his head at Is, and carried the old man on his shoulder.

Maybe a dragon and a half-elf who don't know how many years he has lived don't need to give a little respect to an old barbarian who is nearly a hundred years old, but he can't be so rude.