For a moment, Ed was in a daze, presumably because he was being tossed and turned headfirst on his shoulder. At first, he could still see Is, and he followed them closely, and although his face was full of displeasure, he felt very relieved.

And they did—though the barbarians didn't know it was an ice dragon that was helping them.

Ed couldn't help but begin to fantasize about their expressions when they learned the truth, it must have been wonderful. But no matter what, they will no longer regard the ice dragon that helped them as an enemy.

But perhaps he should have been more worried about the situation - there were more undead outside than they expected, and more people fell to the ground in the scuffle.

Ed vaguely heard a somewhat familiar voice, and then a flash of red light flashed in front of his eyes. He looked up in confusion, and slammed his nose into the chest of a barbarian, and tears welled up immediately. When his blurred vision finally regained clarity, he was horrified to find that Iss was gone.

"Is!" he cried out, but the voice was immediately drowned out in the chaos, and he had to hold his head in his hands to avoid being knocked out of his nose and face, desperately searching for his friend in the gap of the crowd.

"Rush out! Rush out! Someone outside answers!" roared Mock with his sword raised, and he sat on the barbarian's shoulder like a horse, and could see farther.

That little unexpected hope reinvigorated the weary savages. The crowd surrounded the incapable children in the center, advancing little by little.

Suddenly, all of the undead stopped attacking and began to retreat. The necromancers gave up holding back the escaped prisoners and instead guarded their hideouts.

The dazzling sunlight stung Ed's eyes once more, and the savage who was carrying him let go as he looked up to the sky and cheered. Ed slid off his back and plunged headlong into the snow, laughing uncontrollably as he pulled it out.

"It's great to see that you're still so energetic. With a smile in the familiar voice in his ear, Norway reached out and pulled him up.

"Norvi!" Ed hugged the elf ecstatically, "why are you here?!"

"It's not just me. Nori replied with a smile.

Ed looked around, and easily spotted Celebrian's gray-robed figure among the barbarians.

"Are you hurt?" Noway noticed the blood on Ed's face and hands.

Ed was stunned. Unnaturally, he rubbed his hand his clothes: "No...... It's not my blood......" Then he suddenly remembered something.

"Is!" he cried, "did you see Is, he was dressed in a black robe, and he was following us!"

Norway shook his head: "No." He...... Didn't you really stay with the necromancers?"

"Of course not!" Ed was almost annoyed, "I dragged him in...... I thought if he could help deal with the necromancer. Maybe people won't be so afraid of him anymore...... He really did! You can ask Mork! If he hadn't rescued the barbarian kids, they wouldn't have escaped!"

"I believe in you. Novi gently soothed the somewhat agitated young man, "He probably didn't want to be around so many people, so he left quietly." ”

It sounds like what Is's would do, but Ed is still very uneasy: "But he was injured before, and he couldn't turn back into a dragon, he only had one hand to use...... I'll have to go back and see!"

Norway dragged him down: "Those undead are just retreating, not completely defeated, and it's not safe in the cave...... He's an ice dragon, Ed. You also have to trust that he can protect himself. And ......"

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

"And?" Ed asked.

"Scott was in there too...... The undead took him. "It was indeed in his plan, but because the barbarians had escaped, our purpose had in fact been achieved, and he didn't have to." He may have been caught by mistake. Maybe you thought you and Iss were still in the cave and wouldn't give up...... Anyway, hopefully he's alive, otherwise his friends ...... That half-elf, Keller Brian, I can't guess what he's going to do, and honestly, it's really unassuming. ”

Ed finally knew who the familiar voice he had heard before seeing the red light belonged to—if he had heard it. It is impossible for Isis not to hear it.

Toom's face was clouded. He was too lazy to hide his emotions and showed an unfathomable look, and the current situation made him completely lose that mood.

"Where's Reiner?!" he yelled, and while Reiner didn't seem to be the culprit in this chain of events, he had to find someone to do it.

The necromancers looked at each other, though they had lost a lot of their undead. But their casualties were not many, but no one knew Reiner's whereabouts.

"Dead, perhaps......," someone whispered. The undead manipulated by Reiner all seemed to have fallen, and the Flesh Golems faithfully followed the final order and brought back the human priest alive.

"Find him for me, dead or alive!" Toom slapped the table angrily, "and...... Find the ice dragon! He's probably still here......"

"And then?" asked a cold voice. The ice dragon, who called himself Bingmang, walked in from the doorway, still wearing a black robe and looking like a human.

Toom was momentarily speechless. He vaguely felt that the timing of the ice dragon's taking of those children was too coincidental, as if he was deliberately helping the barbarians escape, but he had no evidence, and he couldn't think of a reason why a dragon would help those people. It had hunted down a necromancer, interfered with their sneak attacks, but it had also attacked barbarian camps, and he had even heard of it taking children and women captive - an evil dragon, a natural ally of necromancers, no doubt.

What other options does it have?

"I just...... Fear for your safety. The old mage changed his tone, "I'm sorry to get you involved in this mess, but I can guarantee you—especially with your help, the barbarians will soon pay the price." ”

"Worried about my safety?" said the ice dragon mockingly, "you escaped fast enough when you found danger, and as an old fellow, it was simply admirable." ”

A wave of anger rushed over his heart, and Tum reluctantly suppressed it, their loss was not small, there was no need to anger an ice dragon at such a time.

- They do need an ice dragon, right now. Those who escaped quickly left the vicinity of the cave entrance, apparently knowing that they were not out of danger. After dark, no one knows how many more undead will appear.

Toom didn't intend to pursue them, so it didn't hurt for them to think they had won a victory. He needs to take a moment to learn more about the current situation. Although this place is no longer secretive, it is still easy to defend and difficult to attack, and they can easily move to another place after getting rid of the old, weak, sick and disabled. He even planned to completely collapse the cave next to it, so that the hell giant's bone would never see the light of day again.

But since there's a dragon here, it's hard not to let it play a role.

"The barbarians are fleeing westward, and of course, they can't outlast a dragon......"

"You want me to chase those half-dead guys?" Bing Mang interrupted him rudely, "No. ”

Tum was speechless for a while, and after a long while, he spoke gloomily: "Please forgive me for ......"

"I said 'no'. The damn ice dragon repeated nonchalantly, "Not interested." ”

“...... I hope we're still allies. There was uncontrollable anger in Toom's voice, "If you're not going to help, we're ......"

"Oh, I'll help. The ice dragon interrupted him again, "When you have the guts to leave this rat cave with your army and go to war with the barbarians—you have the ability, but you will only shrink here in fear." I'm not a silver tooth, and I'm not interested in being in the company of rats who only hide. ”

The contemptuous tone stirred up something Tum had barely felt before—a feeling of blood boiling. He saw the same indignation on the faces of those younger necromancers.

They do have that ability, and they are tired of hiding in the dark, and because of this, they obey Lydia Bell, the arrogant and arrogant woman who has something hateful about it, but it does give them a different future.

That was the hope they had never had.

"You'll see how we win," the old mage said in a deep voice, "we're just waiting for our time. ”

"If that day," the proud Ice Man bowed to him for the first time, "the last ice dragon in the world will pay tribute to your courage." ”

Toom took a deep breath and somehow felt slightly drunk.

"Maybe you'd like to stay a little longer," he said, "and it's not a good place to host a dragon, but we should get to know each other a little better." When I get some of the troubles out of my way, I'll be happy to show you what we're really capable of. ”

The ice dragon nodded, "Sounds good." ”

"Gray!" Tum called out the name of the only necromancer he could remember besides Reiner, "take our friends to see what you guys are doing." ”

Bing Mang didn't refuse. As he turned, his gaze fell on the iron cage on one side, where there were three iron cages side by side, one was empty, and in the middle was a barbarian walking around, sometimes roaring and sometimes whimpering, and in the cage closest to him lay a man, motionless.

It was a human being.

"We caught the pastor who came to the door. Gray told him with some smugness, completely ignoring the price they had to pay for it.

"He's not dead yet?" the ice dragon asked faintly.

"Nope. Master Toom won't let him die so easily, until he digs up all the news he wants. ”

"Good. The ice dragon said, and then turned to leave, not seeming to be too interested.

--The wide, wind-swept black robe concealed his uncontrollable trembling, and his sharp fingertips sank into his palm.

He had imagined countless reunions, but fate was so unpredictable.