Isis walked fast, and neither the dead fog nor the elusive attackers in the fog could stop him. He raised his hand occasionally, and the long arrows he fired at a rapid rate almost never missed—the weapon was naturally obtained from the enemy.

Borena listened to the low screams in the fog and the dull sound of his body falling to the ground, and thought a little gloatingly, these guys who were in ambush in the shadows, I don't know if they will regret bringing their bows and arrows.

But he didn't dare to speak, and he couldn't even breathe lightly. The fog obscured his vision, and Iss was now judging almost entirely by sound. Borena couldn't help but wonder a little - how exactly did he accurately avoid the rocks in this chaos and chaos, discern the direction, and walk without hesitation at every step?

But after a few moments, even he could feel something strange in the air.

The dead fog is cold. However, as they went, the temperature in the pit gradually increased, and the gray-white mist began to stain it a golden red like flames...... but still dead.

The fire mist is cloudy and stagnant. The change in temperature did not allow the air to move. There was not a trace of wind in the passage, and the souls twisted and floating in the fog now seemed to be burning in the flames, and every face was still hideous, revealing more fear and despair, but it seemed that it was powerless to struggle.

But they didn't disappear in the flames. They are one with this fire – they are this fire.

A dead fire.

Borena felt like she had crossed a boundary before she knew it, from a mist-shrouded cemetery to hell—the two seemed to be not far apart in the first place. The unquenchable fire in front of him burned the sinful soul, and the billowing smoke was full of silent cries...... He couldn't help but look at the ring on his hand—the light was still soft and firm, but it looked a little weak in the surrounding firelight, which was heavier than the darkness.

It still protects them. Even though the heat was too high to make him feel like he was being roasted on a fire, at least he wasn't really burning.

Isis finally stopped.

“...... Scott!" he exclaimed.

The sound was scattered in the fog, melted in the fire, and could not be transmitted far, but the complex emotions in it made Borena sigh secretly.

“...... You shouldn't be here. Someone in the fog responded.

The deep sound sounded like it came from underground. That seemed to be Scott's voice...... Again, it doesn't seem to be.

The sound in the fog was originally a little distorted. Borena couldn't tell—but Iss didn't have the patience to tell.

He roared and lunged out.

Borena was taken aback, but it was too late to catch him, and he could only watch as his figure disappeared into the mist that shone through the faint light of fire, as if it had been completely swallowed in an instant.

At that moment, the good-natured king almost cursed - arrogant, conceited, impulsive and reckless...... How the hell did this dragon survive until now?!

The dead fire swelled like a wave, strange and fascinating. They were disturbed by another diametrically opposed force, wave after wave slapped on Borena's body.

The light seemed to flicker overwhelmedly, and Borena involuntarily stepped back, a soft thud under his feet, and a faint blackened skeleton loomed in his hurried sight.

The fog drifted away, and a faint wind swept past him. The warrior's instinct made him swing his sword suddenly, unleash the long sword that pierced out of the fog like fangs, and subconsciously twisted his backhand.

The slender sword of the murderer wrapped around the enemy's weapon like a snake, then suddenly let go and stabbed forward.

It wasn't until he discovered that the retrieved sword was stained with fresh blood that Borena realized that the sword had stabbed someone in the body.

The enemy fell not far away, but the victor almost threw his sword out in a cold sweat - he didn't know if it was his own delusion, the sword almost seemed to have a consciousness of its own...... Just like its name, it's cold and sly.

But at the moment, it was quietly and softly held in his hands, and there was no cruel and murderous thoughts muttering in his head...... He still needs it.

He looked up and tried to find Is.

A roar that is impossible for humans to make explodes like a landslide or thunder. Borena retreated in uncontrollable fear until his back hit the stone wall.

There was a faint echo in his ears, and he shook his head vigorously, realizing that this was no longer the narrow passage in the pit, but more like a wide hall...... Big enough for a dragon to spread its body.

There was a silver flash in the dead fire, and the light of the fire was more like gold—it was the tail of the ice dragon.

The cold breath pierced the dull and hot air, like a cold winter wind blowing down from the spine of giants, which lifted people's spirits.

Borena shook his head again, obediently clinging to the stone wall. At this point, he obviously couldn't help much...... The only way to do your best is not to become a problem.

The dragon's roar rang in his ears again, and the sound was terrifying. But how can ice overcome fire...... And death?

Borena thought uneasily.

And...... I heard that ice dragons are afraid of fire?

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It's not the first time the ice dragon has realized that it doesn't seem to be afraid of fire.

Although instinct still kept it as far away as possible, in fact, the flames did not hurt it, and even the flames created by magic would be greatly diminished.

But that wasn't the case before.

It used to be afraid of fire as well. When he encountered Scott in the necromancer's lair under the Giant's Spine two years ago, his flames could easily burn him, peel off its scales, and scorch its flesh - the Ice Dragons were never enemies of the Fire Dragons, they were naturally opposed to each other, and the Ice Dragons were clearly at a disadvantage.

When did it start?...... It seemed to be at the bottom of the three-fold tower, lured by Nia, after lying for days on top of the gem that was like blood and flame, in the magical breath that was scorching and almost burned its blood.

Was that unintentional or intentional?...... Niah probably knows a lot more than he would like to show.

This doubt was quickly thrown aside by the ice dragon. Now, nothing is more important than the "enemy" in front of it.

It could feel Scott's, the aura that was getting closer and closer to a real fire dragon was too strong. But it couldn't see him, and its vision couldn't penetrate this hell of fire and fog.

It tries to grab him, or knock him down. But he's like a fire...... A shadow flickered, and he didn't even have to move his hands - even if he wasn't afraid of fire, its power was rapidly drained.

The death mist seeped into its body. Even if it becomes more like fire, its essence remains the same—it is anger and greed condensed from the unwilling soul of the deceased, and no matter how many lives are devoured, it will never be satisfied.

But Scott won't really hurt it. This is what it rests on...... And realizing this makes it extremely angry.

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