"It's time to go. Ace spoke suddenly, turned in the opposite direction from where they came, and when he saw that the elf and the girl did not immediately follow, he stepped back with a cold face and rudely grabbed the elf's arm.

"We have to go now. He repeated in a deep voice.

Now even Tess heard the weeping, non-existent voice. She looked back in horror, as if she had only now realized that it was already dark.

"That sounds ...... She doesn't look like a woman. She remembered the legend, and retreated to Norway with Moch in her arms, barely making a joke that didn't look like a joke, and crept up her back like a snake.

The voice is low and rough, piercing the heart, like a cry from the deepest part of hell, but when you can't help but listen, it is so dark and sweet that you are willing to give up all the warmth and love in the world and throw yourself into the cold, empty but eternal embrace.

Only death is true sleep.

"Don't listen to that!" Ace growled, and Norway had come to his senses, patting Tess the cheek as she began to fall into a trance, but it didn't seem to work.

Mochi bit Tess on the shoulder—it was scared, but that's all, animals don't have the same complex emotions as humans.

The girl came to her senses with a scream, staring blankly at the elf's face.

"We've got to go. He whispered softly to her, took the girl's hand tightly, and followed Ace to the other side of the darkness.

"What the hell is that...... What is it?......" After running some distance, Tess asked breathlessly, thinking about the experience of the past two days, it always seemed that she was unlucky.

"Necromancer. The elf whispered, as if the name, forever shrouded in darkness and death, was itself a curse.

"How do you know?" asked Tess, who couldn't shut her up even by running, and who kept talking to make her less nervous and scared - she was very similar to Ed Singal in this respect, which made them sometimes intimate and sometimes disgusted with each other.

"I ...... Studied them. The elf replied briefly. It wasn't that simple, but he wasn't going to let Tess know.

Ace glanced back at him, and the look made the elf suddenly understand something.

They ran until they couldn't hear anything before stopping, Tess put her hands on her knees and gasped for air, frustrated at how poor her physical strength had become after a few years of idleness, while Norway watched Ace quietly without even getting his breath thicker.

"You know he's nearby. The elf said that it was not a reproach or suspicion, but a simple confirmation.

"I followed him to the Sword Lake, and lost him the night before. Estan admits that, at least on this point, he doesn't feel like there's anything to hide.

"They seem to be able to disappear into any shadow. Norway recalls his failed tracking.

"And they can escape faster than rats. Ace's face was gloomy. From the ice fields to the middle of the continent, he had a hard time following him, and had to take on the form of a human in order to avoid those who still hadn't given up pursuing him.

"Why is the Necromancer here...... Why are you messing with these tough guys?" the elf blurted out, then smiled sheepishly, "Ah, sorry, I always can't help but want to know everything. ”

Why?

Ace lowered his eyes. He asked himself the same question.

The young ice dragon was badly injured by the claws of the adult ice dragon and stumbled into an ice cave, leaving him with no business. It had broken wings and one of its hind legs, and was covered in scars, one of which was deep and long, dragging from its chest to its abdomen, and the blood gushing out quickly clotted into ice. For a long time, it just lay there motionless and waited to die.

There is no place for it in this world.

As it awoke from its vague consciousness, a savage was trying to put his hand on its nose.

Seeing that the ice dragon, who had thought he was dead, suddenly opened his eyes, the strong man who was more than two meters tall retreated in fright, fell to the ground, and then immediately got up and roared, as if blushing because of his timidity.

The ice dragon glared at him coldly. The man's brown hair was tangled together, and his black eyes were hidden under the protruding arch of his eyebrows, making it impossible to tell his age. Like all barbarians, he was covered in a thick coat of fur and smelled of an extremely strong fishy smell, like the grease of a rotting seal.

- If the man had come closer, he would still have been able to bite his unprotected body in two.

It was dying, but that doesn't mean it he'll accept anything from humans...... Or the insult of a barbarian.

But the barbarians don't seem to have any intention of attacking. He didn't approach it any longer, just stood at a distance, silently gazing at the dying beast with clotted blood clotted and its wings twisted on the ground.

In the long, silent confrontation, the ice dragon passed out again. Whatever fate has arranged, it is powerless to resist.

But it didn't die. The dragon's powerful self-healing abilities allowed it to survive severe trauma, and the pile of skinned seals that it could see every time it opened its eyes gave it enough strength.

It didn't understand why the barbarian was doing this. But after devouring its first bite of frozen flesh out of hunger—no more, no less, no less—for a dragon, there was no reason to refuse more.

There was never any communication between them. Even when the ice dragon was awake, it just watched silently as the man dragged in one bloody seal after another, stretched its neck and swallowed it after the man left, then closed its eyes and slowly recovered from its deep sleep.

After it was able to shake off the ice covering its body and staggered out of the ice cave, the barbarian left the last pack of seals at the mouth of the cave and never reappeared.

The ice dragon stayed on that isolated island for a long time, waiting for all its wounds to heal, and then fell into a long sleep in loneliness, waking up covered in a thick layer of ice, making it feel like thousands of years had passed and no one in the world knew of its existence.

The anger, hatred, and reluctance that once burned in the heart have become somewhat ridiculous—the human beings it has loved and hated may have vanished in a single dream.

It stayed on Iceland. This place away from the hustle and bustle may be its eternal home.

When tired of eating the seals near the isolated island, and the only white and blue scenery makes it more and more irritated, it convinces itself to spread its wings and fly to a place where more animals live.

It was spring, and the wildflowers on the northern ice fields were burning in the fleeting bloom period, and the familiar sea of flowers made him land on the ground, and a soft emotion that a dragon should not have was stirring in its heart. Dominated by some stupid impulse, it made a huge roll in the sea of flowers, the pollen fluttering tickled his nose, and then it immediately rolled over and sat up, annoyed by its childish actions.

As it flew over some of the barbarians' camp, it couldn't help but hover for a while, and then landed in the middle of the small camp, knowing that it was not in danger.

It was a hastily abandoned camp, and everything was still in its place—unfinished skins on wooden shelves, cold stews on the stove, and the smell of unattended wine glasses on the table. People seem to disappear into thin air and never come back.

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