Isis runs through narrow mountain paths.

It stumbled, stumbled, resentful, but helpless. The trees and rocks on both sides scraped its belly, and its shiny scales were now absolutely miserable.

The dragon is not good at running - it has wings! Who has ever heard that any flying creature is good at running?! And the path under its feet, trampled by wild beasts and hunters, is not suitable for a huge ice dragon, but it has no choice when forced by an almost constant stream of undead who are rushing towards them.

Even more frustrating was the stupid mage who was now riding on its neck, kicking it desperately and telling it to "run!" in between spells - it wasn't a horse! it didn't mind letting its relatives and friends sit on it, but was it a brain cramp or a spell, and how could it allow this guy to ride it?!

It should have thrown him down, far into the pile of the dead...... But the thought that it would probably be thrown out with Allen, it swallowed silently.

It cannot be denied that Deamo, who was riding on its neck, played the greatest role of a mage under the supervision of Allen. After struggling to break out of the narrow path that was besieged on all sides, with undead throwing stones at its back on one side of the cliff, it was Alan who suggested that it let Deamo ride it up—a safe position for a mage with so little stamina that he could barely keep up with the crowd, and that he had gone from a useless drag to a formidable attacker in an instant. After all the spells he had prepared had been cast, Deamo took out his treasured scroll and began to recite them one by one. All sorts of useful and useless spells poured down from the top of the ice dragon's head finally blasted a way for them.

But they are far from out of danger.

The undead in front of them gradually decreased. The towering peaks on the right were gradually flattening, and there were still pursuing enemies on them, but they were no longer much of a threat. Friends gathered on its left side...... and former enemies. Now they are trying to keep a group of undead with chains and magic weapons in their hands coming closer to it.

In any case, even if it is injured, it is still the most powerful, and once it falls or is captured, the rest of the people have little hope of escaping.

Noticing that they were stumbling over the undead and involuntarily moving farther and farther away from it, Iss had to stop - the undead behind them were still relentlessly chasing. Once the distance is dragged apart, they can easily be separated.

"Rosa!" Tates cried out in warning. The encircled female warrior raised her sword in the air without a sound, when she found herself unable to dodge the tomahawk that struck from the left. Like Akan, she chose to ignore it and cut off the heads of the enemies in front of her.

The white tail whizzed by, slapping away the enemies at her side. The female warrior, who had not blinked her eyes in the face of death, looked up and gave the young ice dragon a gentle smile.

It saved her more than once.

"A good boy, isn't it?" Tess, panting, burrowed into her side. In his busy schedule, he took the time to wink at her. "He's two years older than Monroe!"

Rosa smiled helplessly and continued to swing her sword without saying a word.

They hadn't seen the two elves in a while. Even if you know the location, it is obviously not easy to find and kill the controller who is hiding behind the undead. Although elves are naturally agile and are not easily injured by the undead, once they are surrounded by groups......

Tess let out a sudden cheer - no one had spotted the two figures rushing out of the forest side by side before she did.

"Norvi!" Naria exclaimed in surprise.

Both elves looked a little embarrassed, their sweaty faces mixed with dark red or gray-green blood splattered from the undead's bodies, but they didn't seem to be hurt.

"We can't find him!" Noway said loudly, answering everyone's unanswered questions. The usually calm Elf's tone also carried a rare agitation and irritation, "He seems to be able to teleport himself freely!"

They followed the mage's voice around the forest before they realized. That's in vain.

"Lydia......" Alan muttered. He already knew that Lydia wasn't limited by the necromancers, if she could even teach the other necromancers how to break through them...... It's definitely a big hassle.

"Didn't you find any other necromancers?" he asked aloud.

"No!" Norway replied, kicking away the body of an undead who had been decapitated by Sethiana, while helping him fend off the attack from behind. They work together perfectly - and only they can keep up with each other. If it weren't for that, they would probably have been trapped in a seemingly endless stream of undead, reduced to two piles of flesh beneath their feet.

Alan's heart sank. If only one necromancer could control so many golems......

He looked at the silent figures below. They are definitely not attacking on instinct, and although they don't work very well together, they clearly follow a plan, have their own duties, and may even change randomly with less agility. Even if it can only be found in the dark, this is already a terrible army.

What exactly does Lydia want to do?

He thought more uncontrollably, but quickly came to his senses. The most important thing now is to save their own lives.

Something has to be found...... He pressed his chest anxiously, but his eyes were blackened. When I was young, this little injury was nothing......

Is, as if he had tripped over something, fell forward and managed to control his body. This wasn't the first time it had almost fallen, it had been running around for so long, and it seemed to be running out of stamina after it could no longer breathe cold breath.

It's they who drag it down...... Alan realized bitterly. Even though both Bye and the undead were coming at it, if it weren't for protecting them, as a dragon, even if it couldn't be defeated, it would have had a chance to escape.

They wanted to protect it, but they became its weakness. There will be more and more enemies who will realize this......

"Is. He patted the ice dragon on the neck, "Hold on a little longer." There is a ravine in front ......"

The ice dragon jerked back, and Alan slammed into the back of D'Amo's head, nearly biting off his tongue. If it runs a little faster. Such an abrupt stop would definitely make both of its necks fly out!

"Is?" Alan cried out in concern, impatiently pushing the stunned D'Amor aside.

Red light flashed, and the few undead in front of them fell to the ground silently. Before Alan could see the vague figure on the path, he had already heard Is's call of surprise:

"Scott!"

Alan involuntarily closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. They definitely need a strong enough priest at the moment!

- But he didn't expect Scott to be so powerful...... Scary to the point.

Flames of almost blood-red fire ignited in the blink of an eye, illuminating the dark night deep in the mountains. Alan was sure that he hadn't heard Scott utter a one-word incantation, and that all the undead had turned into burning candles in an instant...... And burned out in an instant.

The flames did not pounce on the living. But it still affected them somewhat, and Narya hurriedly slapped the fire on Akhan's body, but it didn't seem to be of much use. Instead, they burned their hands, and in their panic, a cold mist floated above their heads, extinguishing the flames on their bodies.

Isis winced uneasily. The Ice Dragon actually hates fire, though ordinary flames can't hurt it. And these golden-red flames ...... It's more scorching than it remembers.

Everyone involuntarily moved closer to it. Tess even clinged unceremoniously to its hind legs. It was as if its cold scales could help her withstand the scorching heat.

Alan sat on a high place, watching the flames that gradually spread to the distant mountains and burned the entire sky red, and became more and more frightened.

Scott...... Enough!" he cried out, "Stop!"

As far as his eyes could see, he could no longer see the undead still standing...... He couldn't see a single undead who were still intact, and the mountains might still be inhabited, and he couldn't let the fire spread so endlessly.

But Scott just stood there quietly. It seems that his voice was not heard at all.

"Scott!" he shouted again, patting Is's on the neck. "Let me go down!"

Eth obediently lowered his head, letting Eren slide down, and then shook his head without saying a word, lifting Deamo, who was still sitting in the same place, to the ground.

Alan staggered over to Scott, but it became more and more obvious that there was something strange ...... It was as if he was approaching not the friend he was familiar with, but some kind of inhuman being.

"Scott?" he called softly, suppressing his urge to stay away, reaching out and tapping the other man on the shoulder.

Scott finally turned his head to look at him—those golden eyes instantly choked Allen's breath.

He had seen Is's golden eyes more than once...... But that's different, it's not at all!

He couldn't even be sure if the body was Scott or not. Scott never had such a ...... High up, indifferent to the expression of all things.

“...... Allan. Scott whispered back, his eyes still golden...... His face instantly seemed to regain his vitality, making Alan suspect that the indifferent face just now was just his delusion.

"You have to stop, Scott...... You're burning the whole forest to the ground. Alan did his best to keep his tone calm and calm.

Scott raised an eyebrow in confusion, as if he didn't understand what the big deal was.

"It's not just the undead in the forest...... Allen's words were interrupted again, and someone passed by him, rushing over and hugging Scott tightly without a sound.

It was Is, who had changed back into human form.

It got dark - the fire went out.

Alan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Scott patted Is's back like a child, and when he looked up, his eyes had returned to a transparent light blue, and his gaze swept over the people who were gradually approaching them behind Allen, frowning slightly when he saw Beye, and unconsciously looked away.

"Ed ...... Didn't he come with you?"

Noticing that the dark-haired young man was missing from the crowd, Scott asked.

Isis finally let go of him, and replied chagrined, "He's gone." ”

"'Again' is gone. Tess stressed the "again" vigorously, "Does it sound a bit like some half-elf?"

Alan exchanged a look with Scott - like Keller Brian?...... That's definitely not a good thing.

(To be continued......)