The elf didn't want to bring danger to his companions, so he could only run in the other direction, trying to go around in circles and go straight through the dense trees, and the loud noise of the crashed trees behind him made him feel a little guilty, which was simply a disaster for these trees that had managed to survive on the cold ice field.

The elf was confident in how fast he could run - not that he was always running away. But the animals behind him were just as fast, and they were so persistently chasing him that they probably took him as a rare prey.

After a big turn, almost destroying half of the woods, Norway crashed into Scott head-on.

“...... What is that!" Scott exclaimed as he glared at the grotesque-looking giant animal behind the elf.

"Snowy beast! probably!" Norway was already a little out of breath. He glanced back, and the distance between him and the big guys seemed to have widened a bit.

"Run!" he shouted, but Scott shook his head.

"If we're going to stay in the woods tonight, we'd better get rid of these guys. He said.

Norway retracted his steps and realized that Scott was right. They also have a boy who can't wake up and an Ed who doesn't have much self-preservation ability to protect, and it's not a good idea to let these dangerous animals stay in the woods.

Scott drew the razor-sharp sword Ed had brought from Tum and headed it at the rushing she-beast - after a fight with a dragon, the enemy in front of him seemed like nothing.

As they were about to collide, Scott slammed to the ground and slid under the mother's belly, his sword slashing across the other's abdomen, but sliding on the unexpectedly tough white hairs, pulling out a blood-colored mark, but the wound was not very deep.

The she-beast roared angrily and stood upright, turned to Scott, and slapped her palm. The pain completely irritated it.

Norway jumped to the side, grabbed a cloud of snow from the ground and threw it at the beast that had just arrived—his crossbow bolts had run out of arrows against the undead. Only in this innocuous way to draw the attention of the little beast to him.

Even though it had already exhausted a lot of stamina in the chase, the huge Snow Beast was still not an easy enemy to deal with. The elves can entangle two small beasts, but it is not so easy to kill them.

Scott narrowly avoided the she-beast's giant clutche, and the wind from the heavy blow made his face hurt. One after another, he left wounds on the she-beast. But none of them are fatal. The white fur and thick skin of the Snow Beast have a decent defense against enchanted weapons.

Maybe he should use a spell...... Nothing can resist that golden-red flame.

Scott shook his head at himself, rolling to dodge another blow from the she-beast, his sword stabbing into his opponent's right leg, leaving a new wound.

He should get used to dealing with his enemies in a completely warrior manner, after all, there is no god who will answer his prayers anymore.

The howl of the creature as it was badly wounded caused the mother beast to abandon Scott and roar madly towards Norvi. With his back against a tree, the elf caught between the two small beasts could not avoid it for a while, so he could only jump high as he could and turn over the body of one of the small beasts. But he still couldn't completely avoid the unbelievably fast attack of the mother beast, and the whole person was photographed aside in mid-air.

Scott was startled, and the familiar spell burst out of his lips without thinking.

The scorching power gushed out, and for a moment he felt that what was flowing in his body was not blood, but churning magma.

Flames erupted, enveloping the huge she-beast. Long, greasy hairs resist cold and swords. But they could not resist such flames. A small beast that approached it was also engulfed in flames in an instant.

The mournful wail quickly pulled Scott's somewhat dazed consciousness back. He stepped back, pale, and watched as the mother and son scurried blindly through the flames, and it wasn't long before they fell to the ground and died, reduced to ashes. The surviving beast instinctively turned and fled, but it still did not look back, wailing and screaming.

Norway got up from the snow. Stunned, he looked at everything in front of him. Half of his shoulder was probably shattered, but he barely felt the pain at the moment.

The terrifyingly powerful power came from a young human - it was unbelievable.

The nearby trees were set ablaze, and the fire began to spread, the scorching heat bringing the elves back to their senses.

"Scott!" he shouted, rushing to the man who was still in a daze, "we need to get out of here!"

Scott was startled by his voice. He looked around in a panic, as if he didn't know what he had done.

A clear voice burst through the flames, and the moonlight suddenly seemed to turn into water, slowly but inexorably extinguishing all the flames.

The cold moonlight filled the chaos, but the tranquility of the forest was restored. Norway let out a breath and felt like he was in a dream.

Celebrian's figure appeared in the moonlight, frowning slightly at the tragic situation in front of him.

“...... What the hell have you encountered?" Ed asked in surprise as he followed the half-elves with Is, looking at the blackened trees that had fallen to the ground around him.

"Snow Beast. Nori replied with a sigh.

"What's that? Can it breathe fire?"

Norway glanced at Scott and didn't answer.

Scott looked down at Is. He didn't need to hold him all the time, but right now, he didn't want to let go.

The sleeping boy seemed to have regained his familiar quiet and well-behaved appearance. He didn't know if when Iss woke up, it would be as quiet as before, or as awkward as Ed mutteredly complained.

He feared he would never know again.

Nesses responded to him again, but there was no joy in his heart. When the power that is not his first to become instinct...... How stupid his original self-confidence looked!

The cane tapped on his leg. Scott stepped aside, and Cele Brian slowly sat down beside him.

"You don't need a vigil, so why don't you sleep more. Scott smiled at his friend as if nothing had happened.

"If you want to say goodbye, don't pick when I'm here. Celebryan didn't even look at him, "I promised Alan to send him as soon as he finds you." If I let you run...... You know how annoying he can be. ”

“...... I can't hide anything from you, can I?" Scott smiled wryly, "You always know everything. ”

"I know a lot of things - sometimes it feels too much, sometimes it feels too little. The half-elf stared down at Is's face flushed by the firelight, "But it doesn't take any foreknowledge for me to tell you if he wakes up to face your disappearance again...... Maybe he'll bite off Ed's head in one bite. ”

“...... What does this have to do with Ed?"

"He's your nephew. The half-elf said in a flat tone.

Scott had no choice but to continue to smile wryly. Even after knowing each other for so many years, sometimes he couldn't figure out when the half-elf was serious. When is it a joke.

They sat quietly and turned over when they heard the ill-fated Ed muttering unexplained dream words.

"You said you were stronger than ever...... It's just hard to control. Scott whispered, "But you're in good control." Isn't it?"

"'Good'?" Celebrian's voice sounded like a laugh, "I could suddenly disappear before your eyes at any moment, and have no idea where I'm going to be, if that's 'good.'" ”

"Why is this happening?" asked Scott, worried, immediately forgetting about his troubles, "Isn't that dangerous?"

Celebryan squinted at him, "Do you think I'm going to fall into a volcano and turn to ashes, or fall out of mid-air and fall to pieces?"

“...... Wouldn't it?"

"I wish it was so. The half-elf muttered, clenching his cane, his slightly ericket figure revealing a hint of exhaustion, but quickly reverted to his indifferent appearance. "I know what you want to ask, but I don't have the answer to give you, and even if I can really see the future, there are so many possibilities for the future that even God doesn't know how much a trivial choice can change. And until all the worlds come to an end, no one knows whether any change will result in good or bad results...... Scott, all I can tell you is this - never forget what you want. ”.

On the dark red liquid surface, Lydia's increasingly bright face blurred and then vanished.

Toom leaned back, lost in thought.

He had known Lydia Bell for years, and she was still moody—more and more moody. But at first the young female mage was mostly unable to control, or too lazy to control her willfulness, but now, "moody" has become more of a weapon she wields with ease, making it completely impossible to figure out what she really thinks.

He had to tell her everything that had happened here—bones that had been buried so much that they could never be dug up again, lost souls of the dead. The barbarians who fled...... And the dozens of soul stones that had been smashed to pieces, and he didn't even know who did it. The priest's accomplice, Reiner, or the ice dragon?

And those who can't tell Lydia about the loss. The place he thought he was safe and secure was in shambles, and the one that distressed him the most was the Iron Golem, the most powerful warrior he had ever created from the natural power stone he had found in the tomb of an ancient elf, and the mysterious intruders had defeated it. The only thing to be thankful for was that he had the mirror with him and hid it under his black robe.

Lydia just listened calmly, and even comforted him calmly, and it wasn't a failure, at least they evacuated in time, preserved most of their strength, and their experiments were extremely successful...... She seemed more interested in the battle between the ice dragon and the priest, but Tum didn't know if the dragon was still alive - the mountain had collapsed in large chunks shortly after they left, and he hadn't seen the ice dragon fly out.

"Dead?......" He heard Lydia mutter, and for a moment it seemed a little nostalgic and sad - but only for a moment, perhaps even she didn't realize it.

"I'll have someone bring you a new ...... Weapons. Finally Lydia smiled and told him, "You'll be able to use it." My apprentice will show you how to use it, and I hope to keep that kid with you for a while, he's interested in making soul stones, and you'll be the best teacher. He's a nice boy who is obedient and I think you'll like him. ”

Listen to whom?

Tum wanted to ask, but just nodded nonchalantly. There must be Lydia among his necromancers, and it doesn't matter if there is one more, he knows how much information to keep in their hands.

He stood up and prepared to go to the hot springs. There was still a lot to be done in this new hideout, and the tinkling sound of those restarts gave him a headache, but the hot springs outside the cave were a pleasure for an old man to stop.

Besides, he'd have to prepare for a real battle, and he'd have the right to relax.

The ice dragon was no longer able to fulfill its promise—the old mage couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the thought of this, after all, the respect of a dragon, something that no god ever received.