The smile on the man's face froze for a moment, and he instinctively reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly let go.

"I thought I had made it clear enough. He said, "We don't want to be your enemy......

"Draw your sword. The ice dragon glared at him coldly, repeating word for word.

The man fell silent, hesitated for a moment, and finally drew his sword, the tip pointing downwards and pointing at the ground in a non-threatening position.

It was an ordinary-looking long sword, but its luster was so soft that it didn't look like metal, perhaps because it reflected the moonlight, it looked extremely pale, and the blade did not have the lines that were hammered out when it was forged, but there was a faint trace of red flowing on the blade.

The vague red color was dazzling in the eyes of the ice dragon...... It pierced its heart like a sharp arrow.

“...... You know what kind of sword it is. Its low voice was unusually calm.

“...... Yes. The man calmly replied, "It's the Blood Shadow, a magic sword...... A gift from a friend. ”

The momentary panic in his eyes did not escape the eyes of the ice dragon.

The ice dragon glared at him, and at the sword, anger burning rapidly in his blood, and his golden eyes were too bright to look at.

"Liars. It roared contemptuously, its right claw already slamming over.

The man rolled away with agility, swung his long sword without hesitation, and roared loudly, "Dupri!"

The tip of the sword slashed through the palm of the ice dragon's palm, bringing out a thin streak of blood that easily sliced through the tender skin of a human.

The rain of arrows fell again, and several bolts of lightning followed. The ice dragon roared and raised its half-body - it didn't notice the mage hiding behind a pile of stone bricks.

"Pull the ballista out!"

Even with a sharp weapon in hand. Men don't mean to attack head-on. Under the cover of magic, he quickly left the range of the ice dragon's attack and began to give orders, his distorted face gloomy and terrifying.

"Can't let it get out of here!" he shouted.

The ice dragon roared in return - it doubted if they had the ability.

The elf silently slipped into another shadow. He frowned slightly as the roar of the ice dragon rang out.

He wasn't too surprised. The ice dragon was grumpy, he knew it somewhat, he just wanted it to calm down a bit...... He does need a bit of chaos, but too much chaos will get in the way of his actions.

He hasn't found Sercio yet. There seems to be no dungeon in this place, and the prisoners are kept in open cages...... And they're all dead. There was neither the blonde boy nor Rhy. The barracks were all empty, and probably everyone fled. Or rush out to deal with the dragon...... Before it smashed the place into a mess, he wasn't sure how much time he had left.

He boldly stepped out of the shadows and scurried into every tent and poorly furnished cabin as fast as he could. In this case. There was really no need to hide - who would notice a dragon not far away when it roared and threw a man into the air?

He lifted the curtain of a tent and slipped away quickly before several frightened women screamed...... No, he can't threaten women.

He paused a little behind a tree. Waiting for a row of wooden houses in front of him, several soldiers rushed out of the door with a long iron chain before dodging in. But he was bumping into a young man, a soldier who had not kept up with him in time and had been left behind.

The young man froze for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise, and before he could scream, he was grabbed by the neck by the elf and pressed into a corner.

"I'm looking for a blonde and blue-eyed boy, about twelve years old, who just arrived during the day today. He whispered each word slowly and clearly. I wish I didn't have to repeat it a second time: "Where is he?"

His sword pressed against the young man's neck and did not exert any force. Nor did they cut him...... But the cold blade had already stirred up a layer of shiver.

Even with instinctive fear, the young man still closed his lips tightly, and there was a stubborn look on his face, although he didn't dare to resist, he didn't intend to explain it obediently.

His gaze fell on the elf's pointed ears, and then as if frozen there, he opened his mouth and stared blankly, the muscles in his face twitching uncontrollably.

...... These northerners fear the elves perhaps even more than a dragon, after all, dragons can only tear their bodies apart, whereas legend has it that elves can steal their souls.

“...... Say it, or I can pull it out of your head too. "The elf, who has never used a sword to deal with everything, tries to make his voice even colder," if you want to be a drooling idiot. ”

He felt that he was not speaking harshly enough...... But the young man's body has shrunk unconsciously.

The elf suppressed a smile on his lips that he could barely contain, and stared at him, his eyes unblinking, and spat out a string of notes of unknown meaning.

The deliberately changed tone of the Elvian language sounded like some kind of evil spell. The young man began to tense, his eyes fluttering around in a panic, trying to avoid his gaze, and before he could finish reading the poem in praise of the summer breeze, he opened his mouth in horror.

"In the room next to the Eagle Tower!" he said, his faint voice trembling, "in the knight's room!"

"Eagle Tower?" the elf frowned, he hadn't seen anything here that looked like a tower.

"Also...... It hasn't been built yet...... "The young man stammered, looking depressed, "...... under the cliff"

Sesyana raised her hand and slammed the hilt of her sword into the back of his head.

As he left the cabin, he glanced back at the shore, where Iss was quickly turning back into a human, dodging the two chains that crisscrossed his head, rolling a few times with agility, rushing into the crowd and quickly turning back into an ice dragon, easily knocking a bunch of people away with his massive body.

The way he changed his form so casually that it seemed to be completely effortless, the elf couldn't help but be a little surprised. Even though he didn't know much about magic, he knew that Transfiguration was quite a complex spell......

He shook his head, focused on his mission, and ran quickly towards the "Eagle Tower", which was only one lap around the stone wall less than the height of his chest.

There are three separate wooden houses next to the Eagle Tower, and only one of them has a closed door. The elf slammed open the sturdy wooden door at the speed of running, and his eyes swept across the room, and the twin swords were already whistling forward.

Sergio is indeed here...... He lay quietly on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep.

But he wasn't alone in the room.

The man sitting in front of the bed was wearing a full suit of armor, and he had not even taken off his helmet, and at this moment he did not have time to draw his sword, so he grabbed the candlestick on the table casually, and actually succeeded in opening his double sword.

The sword drew a smooth arc in mid-air, quickly changing the angle of the attack, but the elf had realized that the man in front of him was not such an easy opponent to solve.

(To be continued.) )