"Sort of. There was also a small flame in Is's tone.

It does have a little bit of awareness...... Or maybe it was that consciousness that made it choose him. But this guy is too annoying!

He'd already raised a Nana whose scales were full of "troubles", and he really didn't want to raise such a thing that couldn't even be beaten! Nana could still understand his words—though she would often pretend not to understand, and she could read his face—and quickly judge whether she could see it or not, but this fire, at least the incarnate lump, was like a newborn baby, with nothing but instinct, and could not communicate at all, and even if he held its origin, he could only force it...... It's really tiring.

But he probably knew why it was so excited. The rock that had been melted by the fire had cooled for many years, but the breath of the flames that had been hidden in it still wafted through the air as if it were nothing, and although it did not come from the same source, it had the same heat.

"Is this a hall?" asked Kormit, in awe.

"It's just a remnant of a passageway. Iss replied.

“...... Is it so wide?" said the awe in Kormit's eyes.

"An adult dragon spreads its wings, and it's just enough to get through. Isis said.

"Ah," Kurmit thought back, nodding knowingly, "you're not an adult. ”

Isis was stunned for a moment before he reacted, so angry that his face was about to bulge, but he couldn't refute it.

It's really not an adult, and it's not big enough, and even if it tries to stretch its wings to the limit, it can only occupy half of the passage.

...... Even if it was an adult, the Ice Dragon's size was originally not as large as the Yan Dragon.

Holding his breath, he strode forward with his feet in the water, searching his memory for the Yanlong who had enclosed this place as his domain. There is no doubt that this was once the lair of a certain dragon, but tens of thousands of years later, even the hardest rocks will crumble, and the mountains that humans thought would be eternal will change shape. The dragon's size was huge, and the passage to the lair didn't bend too much, but it was now twisted and shattered by rubble and broken rock formations. It didn't take long for the space to become narrow again, and the water formed a small waterfall on the step-like fault, and as he climbed over the waterfall, the water suddenly deepened, and Kormit's feet were empty, and he smashed into the water with a thud.

When Isla got him up, his breathlessness had turned into a laugh. The blacksmith wiped the water from his face and inhaled deeply.

- I'm a mature and steady middle-aged man, and I can't deal with a dragon that hasn't reached adulthood.

The next half of the road was soaked in water, and they finally reached a cold, dark lake.

The small ball of fire spun in circles and rushed straight up, and then fell rapidly, turning countless tricks in the air. However, the mirror-smooth surface of this lake hidden in the belly of the mountain is so dark that it seems to swallow all the light. The surface of the lake is so heavy that you can't see anything clearly, except for the occasional group of small jewel fish dragging their tail fins to swim by, pulling out a trance white shadow, like a ghost hidden in the lake, which makes people shudder.

Kormit had not learned the magic of water breathing, which was of little use in the north, so he could only wait by the lake, watching Iss dive into the deep water, thinking with some frustration about his "adventure" for the day—how was this different from climbing a mountain for a day?

The light dimmed. The fire went into the water with Is, and it was not extinguished. It was as bright as a falling star in the water, and the small lake it illuminated was so clear that it seemed to be non-existent, making it seem to hang in the air. The blacksmith gazed at this rare miracle, and for a moment felt as if he was standing above the sky, looking down at a lonely, bright star, and the loss in his heart gradually dissipated.

He had traveled to places he had never been before, had seen wonders he had never seen before, and even if he didn't end up with any amazing treasures or great gains, it seemed to be enough.

He lit the flame of light when the light was completely gone, sat on the shore, and waited calmly. The darkness around him seemed to weigh on it, and the time was stretched out for an extraordinarily long time. He fantasized about all the possible dangers in his mind, and clenched his hammer vigilantly, and after a while, the sudden sound of water shattered and solidified the silence, and the dark surface of the lake made waves, as if a giant beast had been awakened and writhed angrily at the bottom of the lake.

The blacksmith stood up suddenly, his heart pounding. In fact, he had faced many dangers, and more than once he was on the line of life and death, but perhaps because the ice dragon had named this day's experience "adventure", the man who was no longer young had some unexpected excitement in his heart.

But it wasn't some terrible monster that came out of the water with the spray, but a tiny fiery dragon that turned itself into the shape of a dragon, tumbling and flying. In the firelight, the white dragon wings poked out of the lake, like huge white sails, leisurely coming towards him, and when they were almost to the shore, they flipped in the waves, drawing an elegant arc.

A white tentacle ...... The tail popped out and wagged at the blacksmith as if to say hello.

As the blacksmith wondered what to do, the long tail wrapped around his waist and dragged him into the water without saying a word.

He instinctively closed his eyes and held his breath, feeling the chill that tingled his skin, but not the cold water. When he opened his eyes in surprise, he realized that he had not touched the lake - he was wrapped in a puck of ice hockey.

The puck was like a huge, transparent fruit from the end of the dragon's tail, and the small layer of ice easily resisted the water pressure, isolating the lake and giving him enough air to breathe.

For a moment, Kormit was dumbfounded, unable to make a sound. Then a low laugh rolled out of his chest, shaking his entire body.

The little fire dragon flew beside the ice dragon, far and near, and even if it passed through the puck, it would not melt it. In the flickering light of the fire, Kormit could see a glimmer of light between the black rocks at the bottom of the lake, and as they got closer, his eyes widened with incredulity.

He saw the gems and gold coins scattered at the bottom of the lake, not in the water, but embedded in the rocks, as if they had been swept up in the rocks as they were melted, and then cooled rapidly, forming strange patterns one after another. The dark, shimmering undertones were dotted with countless treasures in the curved lines—melted gold blooming like flowers, shattered gems and stars spreading out in layers, like the black robes of the legendary god of the mountains dragging the ground.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand, but he couldn't even reach the ice ball that wrapped around him, and could only watch with regret as the treasures approached and moved away, and he couldn't help but follow the ice dragon through a rock that stretched like a stone wall under the bottom of the lake.