"Borena!"

Hayes screamed in annoyance and grabbed the man's shoulder, "Look at his eyes......"

"I saw it. Pretty color, like melted gold. "What's wrong with you?" said Borena, "Hayes, it's not like there's nothing more in this town...... Special guests. Oh, it looks like there is some misunderstanding between this friend and our barbarian friends?"

It was as if he had just noticed the silence of the big man around him.

"He bumped into the muddy guy. Behind him, a young man with a freckled face lifted his chin at the savage who was holding his dislocated arm, "and ...... There was a fight. ”

"A small accident. Borena said in a relaxed tone, "The Isa's man has a giant's heart, and I don't think he minds." ”

He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone could hear it.

The wounded barbarian pointed at Isis and yelled a simple sentence.

"Dragons?" Borena chuckled heartily, "I admit that there may be dragons in this world, but what reason does a dragon have to become human? It can easily trample us all under its feet, but it doesn't have to bear us pointing fingers at it." ”

No one could answer the question, and Is, the only one who knew the answer, didn't want to answer at all.

Besides, who would believe him?

The simple-minded barbarians had doubts in their eyes, and they began to talk loudly and argue with each other, but not many people paid any more attention to Is.

"Maybe he's ......" Hayes said reluctantly, but was interrupted by Borenna.

"Be careful on the road, friend. He smiled at Is, "I heard that the forest has not been full lately. ”

Iss glared at him for a moment.

He couldn't guess what this man was trying to do, and he really planned to let him go?

But...... Whatever, there's always less trouble.

He nodded stiffly at Borena and walked away from the place without squinting.

He shouldn't have been here at all!.

Winter days are short, and the swift onset of night makes the dense Kasdan Forest even more eerie. The tall spruce trees are like silent giants, persecuting the lonely traveler in the forest from all sides.

Iss suddenly felt a little out of breath. He stopped and looked up at the sky. The sky is divided by tree branches and has an eerie dark red, and there should be a heavy snowfall tomorrow.

Of course, that won't have any effect on an ice dragon.

Isis lifted his hood and looked around, looking for an open space where he could transform.

The man who followed him had long since disappeared far behind him - he knew that the man named Borena would not let him go so easily, but he didn't know if he just wanted to make sure that he had left town obediently, or if he was going to keep an eye on him to see what evil intentions he had.

The townspeople were familiar with the surrounding forest, and it took him a little effort to get rid of the two guys. Let them be suspicious, he doesn't like people staring at him when he transforms.

Iss pursed the corners of his lips, trying to pull out a disdainful sneer, but in the end there was a hint of bitterness in that smile. He pulled the mass of herbs from his bosom, the root of all evil, and frowned as he thought about how he would bring it back after the transformation, it was too small for a dragon to grasp.

At that moment, a terrible scream in the distance entered his ears.

Isis looked back in confusion. It was the direction of the mouth of the Kuz River, and from where he was, the lights of the town were completely invisible, and the scream was far away from him, far beyond the reach of human ears, but faint but still clear to him.

"No! Fuck off...... The gods are above......"

The voice was full of horror, as if it were facing a dragon.

- Don't meddle!

The real dragon sternly admonished himself, but he still turned and ran helplessly when the desperate "help, help!" was heard.

Maybe he ran into a pack of wolves, but he didn't hear the wolves howling.

As he ran, he tripped over a branch covered by the snow and almost fell face down on the snow, feeling a little anxious.

The human body is really inconvenient, fragile and clumsy...... But if he does turn into a dragon and fly over, I don't know what the expression on the face of the guy who called for help because he ran into a wolf pack and attracted a dragon will have a dragon.

As he approached the place where the scream had come from, the breeze sent a thick breath of blood to Is's nose, but there was no stench of beast in it, and the originally terrible cry turned into a staccato, almost breakdown whimper, sounding almost like a frightened, helpless child.

Ace was startled and quickened his pace. When the blood-red patch on the snow came into his eyes, even he gasped in shock.

He was not afraid of blood, nor was he afraid of killing, he once did not hesitate to tear open the body of a human being...... But the tragic situation in front of us is still terrifying.

There are no wild beasts here, only people. The only one standing with his back to him, short but extremely stout, his sharp battle axe slashing at the other silent body at his feet, the dull sound of which became more and more creepy in the night.

The person who was cut down was undoubtedly dead. One of his severed legs lay not far from him, his spine twisted into a terrible shape under the heavy blow of the tomahawk, but he still clung to the enemy's leg.

Perhaps hearing Is's footsteps, the short man with the tomahawk slowly turned towards him, and the corpse dragging on his lap trembled strangely.

A dwarf.

Iss blinked in surprise.

A dead dwarf.

He was neatly dressed in a full suit of armor, perhaps made by his own hands, but without a helmet. There was no life in those blank eyes, but the muscles on his face still maintained the look of fear and anger when he died, there was no blood flowing from a diagonal cut in his neck, and patches of red and black condensed on his long, thick beard.

Iss didn't like the dwarves - they inexplicably fired arrows at him as he followed the necromancer's trail over the Silvertooth Mountains, and a magical arrow pierced his wings, not deadly, but filled his heart with resentment. Fearing that he would lose the cunning necromancer, he let out a roar and flew away. But that doesn't mean he'll be tolerant of the dwarves.

Dragons certainly have a myriad of virtues, but tolerance is definitely not one of them.

On the way back, he found an opportunity to drill into the pit to teach the dwarves a small lesson, and the result was ...... Don't mention it.

But he doesn't like dwarves who turn into undead even more. The look on the dwarf's face, in particular, reminded him of the barbarian who had helped him, but was destroyed at the hands of the necromancer.

The undead stared blankly at him, but instead of waving his tomahawk at him, he was attracted by the movement on the other side of the snow.

That might be the only person alive here. A young fellow who seemed to have just escaped from his youth, as if he had been frightened, lay on his back on the snow and sobbed, looking straight at Isis with desperate eyes, but he could not even call out for help.

The dead dwarf spared Is, dragging the corpse on his lap and staggering towards the young man. Is, who has a human form but no human body temperature, is no different from a stone to the undead, and the undead, who are forever thirsting for the warmth of life, will not be of any interest to him unless directly commanded.

Isis frowned, picked up the sword that should have belonged to the dead in the snow, and slashed at the dwarf's head.

The big furry head fell and rolled towards the straight-eyed young man, causing him to let out a shrill wail from his throat, and desperately struggle to climb a little farther.

The dwarf's body fell heavily to the ground, and there was no more movement.

Isis looked at the corpse that was still clinging to the dwarf's lap in silence, faintly regretful. Maybe he should have just turned into an ice dragon and flew over......

He forcefully tore the corpse's arms away from the dwarf's legs, and the corpse's head hung limply to the side, revealing a face that was just as young as he was...... Not much bigger than Ed. He was probably desperately trying to buy some time for his companion to escape, but even if the young man wasn't scared away, it would be difficult to escape.

Isis walked towards the hapless but fateful fellow. The young man had a deep scar on his thigh, apparently ...... by the dwarf The undead's axe slashed at him, and the blood almost soaked the snow beneath him.

Iss leaned down. The young man winked blankly at him, his lips squirming to say something, but before he could say anything, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

It was a good time.

Iss glared at him helplessly. There's no way to leave him here. He could freeze to death, or he might be eaten by the beasts that came with the smell of blood.

There was a rustling sound around him, and Iss looked up vigilantly. It is likely that the necromancer controlling the dwarven undead is still nearby, and there is likely to be more than one undead hiding in the forest.

- Recently, the forest has not been complete.

That's what Borena said. And how much did he know about these undead?

There were dark shadows in the woods, and when Iss recognized that the swaying shadows were not undead, a half-breed roared and rushed out.

"Wizard!

He yelled at Is.

Isis was stunned for a moment before he realized what the situation in front of him looked like.

The two humans followed the half-breed out, and the same sound and irrepressible exclamation could be heard in the bushes behind Is, and it seemed that he was not the only one who heard the cries for help.

And they thought he did it all.

Their stares at him speak for themselves. It was Is's familiar gaze, full of disgust and fear, as if he were a ......

"Monsters. ”

For a moment he seemed to be back in the dark underworld of the Collins Temple, and he could not forget the contemptuous whispers for a moment.

He suddenly got to his feet, and with sharp pain, anger burned in his heart.

He could easily kill everyone here...... But what does that change?

The wind came from the back of his head, and he was completely absent-minded as he ducked sideways.