Tess rode on the back of the reindeer, singing a southern tune in a ridiculous manner, the whirring wind was her only accompaniment, and the large clusters of snowflakes might be regarded as a backing dance, and all her listeners frowned in pain, except for the accustomed elves, and even the two reindeer kept shaking their heads, but that did not affect her sudden rise in excitement in the slightest.

One of the barbarians roared, presumably to shut up Tess.

"She's dispersing the snow!" Naria said, turning her head and saying solemnly, "Don't you see the snow getting lighter?"

In fact, the wind was lighter, but the snow was not, and the savages looked at each other suspiciously, but said nothing, for they did not understand human magic at all.

They left the camp of the Blackmane Tribe, to be precise, driven out.

With Nutka grimacing that she didn't know anything, and Tess insisting that it was her sweetheart who drove the ice dragon away, and the others who saw it could only say that the dragon had indeed left after Naria had spoken to it, the barbarians had spent days not being able to determine whether Naria was a good witch or a bad witch, so they made the only decision they could make, just like any other undesirable adventurer, to banish these strange creatures, elves and humans, from the barbarians' territory。

Norway breathed a sigh of relief. These people are clearly not as savage as the legend suggests.

They were escorted by a dozen men, along with Hal, who had to go back to persuade his companions to accept the "invitation" of the Blackmane Tribe, and set out on their way south. They also seem to want to make a trip to the mouth of the Kuz River to summon the barbarians who had taken refuge there to return to the ice field.

"Are we really going back like this?" Naria asked Norway secretly.

"Nope. But at least we can get out of here peacefully, the rest...... Let's talk about it on the way. The elf replied.

He found an opportunity to tell Narya about his suspicions—what the ice dragon had wanted to take with him seemed to be a few children's clothes and some firewood.

"Why does a dragon want this?" asked Tess suspiciously, shouldn't it go and grab some gems, gold coins, or something?

"It's not really useful, but maybe someone can. Norway smiled at Naria, and the brunette girl just looked at her blankly at first, then she gradually understood something, and a small spark lit up in her eyes.

"It didn't eat the kids!" she said, "it didn't eat them!"

Hope and energy returned to her again. But they lost their guide - Nutka decided to stay in the camp and gather people who would go with her to find and kill the ice dragon. She didn't let them become prisoners for life, or dead heads, on a stake because of their deception, she was already benevolent.

Norvi has a way to get rid of these barbarians who are following them, the only question is, how far can they go without a guide?

Anyway, Tess finally got her wish and rode to the reindeer, which seemed to be enough to make her happy.

Norway watched Hal's back as Tess sings. He felt a little sorry for the friendly half-breed, but he couldn't think of a better idea just yet.

When they stopped to rest, the first thing the barbarians did was not to feed their bellies, but to drag hay from Howl's sleigh to feed their horses—the people of the Blackmane tribe loved horses as much as their lives, and the elf was genuinely happy for them, but that was what his plans were counting on.

He looked at Tess and the girl gave him a big smile back.

Secretly saying sorry in his heart, Norway took a deep breath, and the high-pitched chirp cut through the howling cold wind, he had used this trick before, and it was hard to believe that the barbarians were still defenseless against it - he imitated the voice of the griffon, the kind of beast that dared to fight even dragons was the natural enemy of all herbivores, and even if they were endangered, the fear of that sound was still deep in the animals' bones.

The horses neighed and jumped up, and in the absence of their master on their backs, they obeyed their instinct to avoid danger and quickly fled, and the savages cried out and instinctively pursued them.

Hal watched the scene a little dazed, but this time his reindeer was still standing there obediently, just shaking their ears a little uneasily.

"Get on the sleigh!" shouted Norwe, pulling Hal up and pushing him up, and the others were already quickly climbing onto the sleigh, while Tess was pulling something out of the reindeer's ears.

"I'm sorry, Hal. Norway said to the half-breed, "I'm afraid we'll have to borrow your reindeer and sleigh." ”

"Let them run, good Hal!" Tess, laughing, "we'll promise to pay you a thousand reindeer, if only we can find the guy who paid for it!"

For some reason, Hal couldn't help laughing, which would definitely annoy him, but he couldn't help but ask, "Which way?"

"To the east!" said Norwe, the direction in which the ice dragon was flying.

Hal pulled the reins and let out a loud shout, and the two sturdy reindeer began to stretch their four legs and fight their way forward in the wind and snow.

The reindeer were not as fast as the horses, especially with the sleigh and several men in tow, but Norway knew how fast the horses could run when they were frightened, and that it would take a while for the savages to catch up with their horses, and when they found their companions, the snow should be enough to cover the sleigh's trails, and it was not easy to find a few people who did not know where they had run in the middle of the snow. They should be able to escape without a hitch.

"If they find you, you can tell them you were forced. "I don't think they will bother you, after all, we ......," she looked at her companion and smiled, "It's the terrible Sharp-Eared Demons and Witches." ”

"I kind of like to be called witches!" laughed Tess as she jumped back into the sleigh from the reindeer.

Hal shook his head, "You're trying to chase the ice dragon? He had seen the great dragon from afar, and had heard that the barbarians' weapons could not penetrate its scales, and he did not know how they could defeat it—but who knows, they might really have some great magic.

"No matter how crazy you are, you can't be crazy about the guy who jumped on the dragon. Naria couldn't help but sigh.

"Hope for ancestors...... And the gods will bless him. Hal said, "Your friend is a warrior. ”

"Warriors? He's just having a spin on his head every now and then. "If it weren't for luck, he would have died a hundred times!"

Warrior Ed Singh plucked up courage and pressed his ribs.

It doesn't hurt.

He had heard the sound of his bones breaking, and remembered that he was so painful that he couldn't say a word, and then he fainted. But now it seems that it was probably just a hallucination born of fear.

He breathed a sigh of relief and spread his limbs over the hide.

He almost died again, and now he thinks about it - it hurts...... It hurts a lot more than being stabbed in the chest with a knife.

Matilda looked at him sadly and worriedly, like a dying man.

"I'm fine. He waved at her, "Nothing! Where's Is?" he looked around, and for a moment he couldn't tell if he wanted to see the dragon again, he was really a little frightened.

"It flew away. I guess it wasn't intentional and it looked freaked out as well...... You'd better stop provoking it, maybe it used to be your friend, but it's also a dragon...... It almost killed you. Matilda still couldn't help but shudder when she remembered that scene, she had never felt such a strong killing intent from the ice dragon. She could only shrink to the side, crying and pleading, as she watched as blood bubbled out of the young man's mouth and nose - not long ago, he had clearly cared and cared for the boy turned into the ice dragon.

It would kill him, then kill her and the children.

For a moment she was sure of it - and she had naively thought that a dragon that would turn into a human and cry because her friend had almost frozen to death could not have killed anyone.

But the dragon roared suddenly, let go of its claws as if it had been stabbed by something, and stepped back. It looked angry and dazed, as if it couldn't figure out what was going on. Then its gaze fell on the motionless body, and the horror and despair made the huge creature look so fragile and helpless that it kept backing away, then turned sharply and rushed out, never returning.

"You should stay away. Matilda sincerely persuaded Ed, "Let it throw you back when it's in a good mood...... No matter where you go, your luck won't always be so good. ”

She had thought he was dead, but when she shuddered and leaned over, she found that he was still breathing. She didn't dare to move him, so she could only wipe the blood off his face and cover him with a few blankets. But after a while, the fellow who had only half a breath left sat up on his own, and she carefully helped him back to where he had been lying for days.

Ed touched his chest, as if seriously considering her suggestion.

It probably wasn't pure luck - most likely, if it hadn't been for the crystal ball that protected him, he would have died. He wasn't really stupid enough to believe that with that kind of power, he could still be alive and kicking around in a little bit of a moment, without even a bruise on his body.

But he still couldn't believe that Iss really wanted to kill him, he probably just lost control for a while. It's Ed himself who is too fearless...... Or, as Iss said, in his heart, even if there was an ice dragon standing in front of him, what he saw was still that quiet teenager, and he always felt that it was nothing to make a noise or even fight.

It wasn't that he didn't swing his fists at other friends in the past, and when his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but ordinary friends broke the bridge of his nose with a punch with all their might, but a dragon flicked his fingers and killed him, not to mention a guy who didn't grow up to adulthood as a human being, was not "less than five years old" as a dragon, and didn't learn how to control his emotions and strength at all.

That's exactly what Alan had been worried about all along—even once, a dragon that lost control would have unforeseen consequences, and even if he regretted it later, no one would give him a second chance...... He was extremely lucky to even get his first chance.

Thankfully, it was Ed who nearly killed him when he lost control, and Ed was neither dead nor bothered with his friends. The bastard probably scared himself to death, so he ran away, which made Ed feel a little comforted.

When he returns, they'll have to talk...... Like two adults, calmly and have a good talk.

Matilda was right, it was his friend, but it was also a dragon. He would not be afraid of his friends—if he had ever expressed fear, it had only been momentarily frightened.

But he should learn to fear his power.