When the ice dragon walked into the cave, it was greeted only by darkness and silence.

That's what it should get used to.

It walked to its familiar position and lay down. There will be no more mouthy creature, which will talk even if it doesn't respond in any way, and there will be no more the thin woman by the little fire, with tousled hair, shy and nervous, always stewing unpleasant broth, and running over in a panic to comfort the baby when it cries loudly, and not even daring to look at it.

When he closed his eyes, the ice dragon could faintly hear the loud cry - and now, it seemed that even that one made him miss a little. It's so quiet, it's maddeningly quiet.

But the ice dragon didn't move, it had to get used to this.

It didn't know why it was back here. By the time it realized it, it had folded its wings and slid in.

It had to fly far, far away to get back to the island, so it should sleep - that's all it could say to itself, and hide its head under its wings.

I'm sorry......

There was a small voice crying and apologizing in the bottom of its heart, but it didn't want to think about who it was and who it was for.

Scott could only hear Akhan's footsteps as he left, but he could feel Calebryne standing in front of him.

The chain that was once intended to be used against Isis was now firmly trapped in himself. Scott knew that he was doing it purely on his own. At that time, if it hadn't been for Keller Brian subduing him, he didn't know what he would have done.

Once again, he let his consciousness disappear into anger. Even if it's healing instead of attacking spells, overusing his power can still make him lose control. He knew very well that the man was too dead to die, but he was still desperate to save him - as long as he didn't die, even if Iss turned into an ice dragon in front of everyone, there was still room for redemption.

But he is not a god after all, and besides, the gods have not seen the miracle of resurrecting the dead in this world for many years.

He could remember what he had done, and that filled him with guilt - not counting the punch to Delmar, which didn't listen to any explanation. The barbarians bent on killing Isse deserve to be beaten.

But he even wanted to do something to Kelle Brian...... It's creepy to think about it now.

"Do you want to burn me?" the half-elf asked coldly.

Scott hung his head in silence and shook his head in frustration after a long pause.

The half-elf reached out and ripped off the thin chain on Scott's body, as if it had just been casually there.

"Idiot. He scolded.

Scott didn't dare to argue.

"How bad is it?" he asked, his voice dry from not speaking for too long.

"I'd like to ask you the same question - how bad is it?" the half-elf unceremoniously poked him in the chest with his cane. "I won't be able to stop you here the next time you go crazy, do you want to be a more popular hunt than Is? ”

Scott winced, not silent.

"Ragon is not wrong at all, sometimes you are as stubborn and stupid as a donkey, and you think you are smart and great. ”

That point-blank assessment made Scott hang his head even lower, but remained silent.

"I shouldn't have given that kid to you in the first place. It would be much better for him to follow Niya, at least not so awkwardly. ”

This time Scott finally raised his head and glared at the half-elf in annoyance: "He wasn't awkward at all before he was ten years old!"

"You want to say it's Alan's fault? I'd love to tell you that. ”

Scott lowered his head again. But the breath that was so heavy that it seemed as if the whole world had fallen into hell was also lightened, so that he could at least breathe.

Celebrion finally sat cross-legged on the blanket in front of him.

"It's not too bad. He is only now answering Scott's original question, "That so-called alliance was not going to succeed in the first place." Dutton himself knows it. The worst part is that most people believe that you are also a dragon, and that all your actions have ulterior motives-"

"I don't care about that. Scott interrupted him impatiently, "No news from Is?"

The half-elf didn't speak, but his grim gaze made Scott immediately close his mouth tightly and sit upright.

The half-elf then coldly continued: "If you ever wanted to make the relationship between humans and barbarians not so bad. I'm afraid there's no hope. And if Dutton continues to protect you, he will most likely be isolated by other tribes, or even his own. Knowing you counts him as unlucky. ”

This last sentence left Scott speechless. He did live up to Dutton's trust in him.

“...... But these troubles are not impossible to solve. Keller Brian said lightly.

Scott looked at him unsurprised, and the smile on his lips gradually spread: "I knew you would have a way!".

The ice dragon lazily rode the air current, flying north along the Giant's Spine.

Even after a long night's sleep, it was listless. On several occasions it found itself involuntarily deflecting off course, as if it wanted to fly back to camp.

Each time it just silently pulls itself back. More listless.

It knew it was irresponsible - it made a mess of things, and then flapped its wings and flew away, leaving Scott and Ed to clean up the mess for it.

But even if it went back, what could it do to help it except make it worse? It couldn't really apologize for its sins. And to be honest, it didn't want to die at all for killing the barbarian who killed Matilda.

"Is!"

The sudden clear sound in his ears startled the ice dragon. It slammed down for a while before staggering back up.

It also has occasional auditory hallucinations, vaguely as if someone is calling it, but never like this, as clear as someone shouting into its ear.

"Eth, can you hear me?"

“...... Scott?" Another call made the ice dragon cry out in confusion, and it could hear it. And that's definitely not an auditory hallucination.

It began to look left and right, and felt that it was making a fool, unless Scott was really a dragon, he couldn't be high above the clouds.

And Scott clearly couldn't hear it.

It heard Scott sigh - it could hear him sigh - and said, "Ish, you need to come back, we need you." ”

"No, you don't. "Since Scott can't hear it. The ice dragon simply said it to himself.

"I'll be waiting for you where we teleported out of the underground last time, Is...... Don't give up so easily. You know we won't, no matter you-"

The voice suddenly disappeared, and the ice dragon couldn't help but shout, "Scott?"

It certainly didn't get answered.

It didn't fly back. There was no sound in my ears except the sound of the wind. Let it suspect that the one before was really just an illusion.

But that's clearly not. The mysterious half-elf must have done something to it, and maybe even if it escaped to the island, he would know where it was, and then the would-be ones would catch up......

It didn't feel like Scott really needed it, it was more concerned about the sudden cut off - it wasn't safe for Scott to wait for it.

The ice dragon let out a low roar of chagrin, spitting on the determination he had never been able to resolve, and turned and flew back.

Toom looked at the thin figure in front of him, like a teenager who had not yet begun to develop. He knew that Lydia's apprentices were young—but never so young, and he was clearly not yet an adult.

The boy was very quiet, even a little shy, and his short dark blonde hair rested on his forehead. When Tum looked at him, he just stood there with his head slightly bowed, not moving, not speaking.

"What's your name?" asked Tum, "or call you 'apprentice'?"

"Hoan Shaw. The young man replied in a loud voice, briefly raising his eyes. That pure azure color made him look completely out of tune with the name "Necromancer".

"What did Lydia bring to you?"

Huo An silently took out a small crystal bottle from the small bag on his waist. Handed over to Toom.

Tum stared at the little bit of colorless liquid in the bottle and frowned, "Poison?" He could make a bunch of this kind of thing himself.

"And disease...... or curses. Huo An said.

Tum finally got a little interested: "Keep talking. ”

"It only takes one person to drink it to create a plague - at least it looks like a plague, but in fact, it is a curse that can devour the life and soul of a person, and wipe out an entire village in ten days. It has been tested and is very effective in humans. ”

"If even the soul is devoured...... What's the use of that?"

"The first thing to disappear is memory. In the end, there is instinct, which can save us a lot of time as long as we can get the timing right.

“...... But not necessarily for barbarians. ”

Huo An lowered his head again, which was considered a default.

"So Lydia wants me to test it again?" Tum smiled, not minding. Lydia's experiments usually yield very interesting results, "Is she trying to increase the number of believers to the god of the plague? that god will not favor us for this - and the barbarians here do not believe in God at all." ”

In fact, Hoan didn't understand Lydia's true intentions. She has countless strange experiments scattered among necromancers in different places. Never stating why, not saying a word about whether the outcome was a success or a failure, some of them seemed like a whim to her—for it wasn't long before she forgot about it, and raised an eyebrow in surprise when the necromancers told her the results.

All he could tell Tum what he knew: "No priest of any god can cure this disease completely...... Except for the new god, Nesses. But we don't know why yet. ”

Lydia seemed to know something, but she wouldn't tell anyone about her suspicions until she was completely sure.

"Nesses......" Toom frowned, and before he could figure out which god the priest worshipped, the mysterious creature disappeared beneath the collapsing mountain with the ice dragon. In any case, at least he won't climb out again to make trouble for him.

"Master Toum!" someone hurried in, a rare hint of excitement in a louder than usual voice, "The ice dragon is still alive! ”.