The ice dragon should have faced the man who came for it, but unconsciously took a step back.

It instinctively sensed danger - it had seen Scott out of control more than once, but never like this...... There was no trace of human breath anymore, just a pure, humanoid rage that burned everything mercilessly.

The moment he appeared, even the air around him became scorching, and his figure became distorted and blurred, except for a pair of golden eyes that flickered like blades in the blazing heat, which was daunting.

"Scott......" the ice dragon cried out uneasily, suddenly trying to convince him to let the crow go—certainly not for the mad female mage.

Now Scott is not suitable to face another battle at all.

But it had no time to dissuade it—it suspected that Scott hadn't even seen it at all, and just strode toward the crow without squinting.

He had a sword in his hand, and although even the hilt seemed to be slightly deformed in the heat, he raised his hand to summon the weapon he was best at now—fire.

There was no extra etiquette before the attack, not even a word of greeting—a ball of flame enveloped the crow in it, and the temperature was so strong that the ice dragon involuntarily tilted its head back as far as possible.

The mage still stood quietly, unharmed, her long white sleeves and skirt dancing in the flames, like a white rose trembling and blooming in the flames.

"You're really better suited to be a warrior than a mage...... Oh no. Priest...... Sage. There was undisguised sarcasm in her soft, soft voice, "No one has taught you how to use spells, have you, sir?" so you'll just ...... Making a fire? What a waste. ”

She even had time to chuckle at the ice dragon. Tell it, "Get out of the way, little dragon, I don't want to hurt you at all." ”

The ice dragon let out an annoyed roar and stubbornly stood in place.

It should help Scott...... But it suspects that there is no room for it to meddle in this battle.

The crow raised its arms in a graceful posture like a dance, and the clear sound of the incantation drowned out the roar of the flames. The ground began to tremble, and green vines poured out of her. Spinning rapidly beyond the flames. A hollow and silent explosion sounded in the air - the fire was extinguished.

A vine gently curled up the female mage and lifted it into the air. The white crow looked down at Scott, his thick black hair fluttering. The smile is cold and fearless:

"Let me tell you what real spellry is, my lord. ”.

Scott didn't need any spells anymore, and that should have made his reflexes much quicker than anyone who fought with spells...... But his attack was too monotonous.

The crow's attack is naturally much more ornate. Broken vines spray thick acid, countless swords emerge from the ground, blue lightning locks Scott in a cage, and a giant rock-shaped hand appears out of thin air and smashes his head down...... Scott dodges occasionally, but most of the time. He just resisted without a word. Or use fire to ward off everything.

The fire became a part of his body—his shield, his sword, and his attacks were so fierce and direct that there was nowhere to escape. But the female mage, who was apparently well prepared, always managed to avoid or extinguish the flames around her, calmly fighting back.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but they unconsciously moved farther and farther away from the ice dragon. Isis crouched in place, silently and uncomfortably, watching the most flamboyant battle it had ever seen. It seems that the white crow is far more comfortable than Scott...... But no matter how powerful the magic that flowed in her blood. There will always be a time when it will run out.

And Scott, if that's really what he says...... His power comes from the gods.

When he lost control in the middle of such a fight. And when he lets power reign supreme, he is probably the closest he gets to a god. That power is pure and powerful, powerful enough to crush any kaleidoscope.

The vines that the crow relied on were broken one by one on the ground, scorched and smoking, twisting and trembling like living creatures. When the tongue of fire finally licked her spotless white dress, the mage stopped her attack and stood proudly, calmly looking directly at Scott, letting the flames ignite.

"You know, it wasn't you who beat me. She said.

Scott just looked at her coldly, without a hint of expression on his face.

When the long black hair was engulfed in flames, there was finally a hint of fear in the white crow's eyes. She let out a low exclamation, folded her arms and staggered back.

A cold air swept over her like a mist, enveloping her entirely.

The flame shook feebly in that haze, and then went out with a sigh of relief. The mist dissolved into a white veil that wrapped around the female mage's burned body.

The white crow stood there in a daze, the expression on his face constantly changing, making it impossible to distinguish it.

Scott frowned slightly, and turned to look at Is, the ice dragon was not far away, its wings half-spread, its mouth open in embarrassment, but its eyes were equally full of doubt.

It was intended to save the crows. For some reason, it really didn't like to see her burned in front of itself. But it didn't even have time to do it...... Or talk about it!

A familiar voice came from the smoke and shadows behind the crow.

"I know she's done a lot of unforgivable things, but I hope you'll let her go...... O Sage of Nethers, I think she's been taught enough, and trust me, she won't pose any threat to you anymore. ”

The voice was old and slow, every word was strangely lengthened, and when the voice disappeared, a thin old man had slowly walked to the crow.

He was on a humble oak staff, his hair and beard were almost gone, his whole body looked as if he was about to shrink into a ball, his face was as dry as the bark of a tree that had been weathered, and his clear golden-green eyes were still strangely full of life.

“...... Ingris?" the ice dragon exclaimed in surprise.

Inglis, the old mage from the Valley of Ambition, smiled and nodded at him.

"Ah, little dragon. "You don't look the same." ”

“...... I'm getting bigger, a lot!" the ice dragon retorted unhappily.

"yes. The old man nodded again, "You haven't changed at all. ”

The ice dragon closed his mouth in exasperation, deciding not to bother with an old man behind his ears.

"And you're getting old...... A lot. The white crow spoke softly.

From the moment Ingris appeared, her gaze never took off him, and her black eyes changed with surprise, nostalgia, sadness, and panic...... with resentment.

"You haven't changed at all, Abby. The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at her with interest, "Not at all. ”

It sounds like a compliment, but it also seems to carry a deep emotion and regret.

"Enough. Scott's voice lacked temperature and sliced through the air that had suddenly calmed down, "Go away." ”

Looking at his golden eyes, which seemed to be extremely cold and hot, and the danger hidden in them, no one could doubt that if Ingris refused to walk away obediently, he would not hesitate to burn the old man and the crow to ashes.

"Scott......" the ice dragon said uneasily, "let her go." I owe Ingris a ......" It glanced at the old mage who was smiling and nodding his head, and changed his words, "I owe him several favors." And if he says that the crow is no longer a threat, she is no longer ...... Let her go, will?"

Its voice was soft, and its tone sounded almost low, but at this time, going toe-to-toe with Scott would never end well.

Scott didn't even look at it, just stared at Ingris and the crow silently.

An ominous premonition passed through my heart. Without thinking, the ice dragon folded its wings and lunged between the three of them, knocking Scott to the ground.

Golden-red flames flowed like water through its silver-white scales, spreading rapidly throughout its body. The ice dragon roared in a panic and fear, flapping its wings, instinctively wanting to spread its wings and soar into the sky - it was afraid of fire...... No, it hates fire, and Scott flames are not something its natural defensive scales can withstand.

But it didn't feel the pain it expected.

It frozes for a moment, then calms itself down in exasperation, like a real dragon rather than a panicked hairy boy.

Before it could figure out what the hell was going on, the flames vanished, as suddenly as they had appeared.

"Is. Scott's low voice sounded slightly trembling, confused and panicked, "...... Are you alright?"

He got up from the ground, in a trance, his empty eyes trying to find focus, and he didn't know how much of what had just happened was still in his memory.

The ice dragon took a deep breath, suppressed the grievances and annoyance in his heart, and shook his head.

"Let them go. It demanded it even more forcefully, knowing that Scott would not refuse any of its demands now.

Scott hesitated.

"Ingris will lock her up in the Valley of Enzhi and never get out again for the rest of her life. The ice dragon irresponsibly assured, "Moreover, I really owe him a lot, a lot of favors!"

Ingris looked at it with a smile and said nothing.

Scott exhaled tiredly, his expression stern, but his momentum had completely weakened.

"If I see her again......" he looked at the crow.

"You'll never see her again. The old man assured him in a tone that was still slow and calm, "Never." ”

The crow turned his face away without a sound, and the corners of his mouth were tilted downwards with a hint of annoyance...... And the tranquility that seems to have finally found a home.

“...... Take her away. Scott looked away and whispered.

Ingris bowed to him tremblingly, reached out and grabbed the crow, and disappeared into thin air without a sound.

After a moment of silence, the ice dragon couldn't help but ask in surprise and uneasiness:

“...... Did you burn yourself?"

It had just noticed that Scott's hand that had been clenching his sword was charred black.

(To be continued......)