When Tess woke up, she opened her eyes and saw a sky full of stars.

At first she thought she was dazzled - hell shouldn't have these shining stars. Then the pain all over her body began to shout and remind her: You are still alive!

She lay straight and upright, wrapped in a blanket, the burning pain on her face more worried than the swollen and sore joints, and her neck must have been twisted and unable to move. She could feel the warmth of the fire on her left roasting half of her body, but she never heard the elf's voice.

She bit her lip in a panic for a moment, then let out a little moan carefully, and someone immediately appeared beside her, and the familiar feeling calmed her down.

"What's wrong with my face?" - the first question of the female thief who escaped death.

Norway laughed: "It's just some abrasions, they won't leave a trace." ”

"Probably not. Tess muttered, then her heart trembled, and she almost sat up: "Little Mo!"

"It's good, just scared. Norway turned his head to look at the figure sitting under the tree not far away, the interesting young man was staring silently at Mochi in front of him, and the poor little mongoose was lying there trembling, as if he had been petrified.

-- I was frightened.

The elf silently added a sentence in his heart.

"You saved me. Tess said. "What the hell is that dragging me to the ground? some kind of mutated rabbit?" she shuddered.

"That's ...... Some kind of mutated root, magic or curse, we probably shouldn't underestimate those legends. The elf reproached himself, "Remember the mage in Wind and Sunflowers? ”

“...... So he's really a mage?" asked Tess in surprise.

"I don't know, but he ...... Great strength. It was a bit too big, and the elf was a little speechless when he found the pair of black handprints on his ankles, and he didn't know how so much strength could burst out of that ordinary body that was not too tall or too strong.

"Is he still here? Where is it? I can't move my neck at all. Tess grumbled.

"Right under the tree over there, he's ...... Play with Mochi. That should also be considered "play".

"Oh, if Mochi is willing to play with him instead of biting him, then he probably isn't a bad person. ”

“...... Tess, he just saved us, you don't need to use Mochi to judge 'he's not a bad guy'. "Even though I've been with Tess for a long time, the elves still don't understand human logic sometimes.

"What's his name?" Tess ignored him, struggling to turn her neck, but she could barely turn to the right, staring at the tree next to her, but couldn't turn left, "Hey, can't you call him over for me to see?

"He said his name was Ace. Noway used all his skill and patience as an elf and a hundred-year-old man to dig up the name, which was most likely not his real name yet, "and you can't 'call him over to show you,' he saved us, remember." ”

About half of his patience was honed by the red-haired girl in front of him.

"Then call him over and let me thank you," said Tess unyieldingly.

"Nope. I'll give you another pill, and you're going to lie down here, and you'll be able to move tomorrow morning, and then you'll be able to walk up to him and thank him." Norway was unmoved.

Tess was quiet for a while and compromised: "Okay, but I want Xiao Mo, I can't sleep without it lying on my stomach warmly." ”

The elves let out a long sigh and got up and walked over to the man and the mongoose who were still staring at each other motionless.

"I think you heard me, can I take it?" he asked apologetically.

The young man twisted his head to the side without saying a word.

Norway picked up the trembling little body and put it on Tess's body, and the little thing immediately burrowed into the blanket like a cloud of gray smoke, found its familiar position, and continued to tremble in a ball.

"Don't be afraid, Mo. Tess put her fingers into the warm, soft short-haired fur and murmured, letting out a satisfied sigh, and consciousness quickly blurred again.

All night, there was no sound of sorrow waking her sleep.

Ace - When the elf asks him his name, that's not what comes out of his tongue.

He used to have a name, but it has vanished with that false identity. And his mother died at the hands of humans before he could give him a name.

- He wondered if she had ever thought of choosing a name for him.

He looked at the girl sleeping soundly in the firelight and the elf sitting quietly watching over her, and wondered why he was still trying to save people...... and elves. To him, they don't make any difference. During his long journey north, it wasn't just humans who raised their weapons against him.

He didn't like to kill, and he didn't have much interest in the gems and gold coins that his race was obsessed with, and the first time he was obedient to his nature and appetite for killing a reindeer, he was so disgusted with nausea that he wanted to vomit because of the warm blood and delicious tender meat, but he never intended to eat a person for a change of taste.

He didn't understand why those people just wouldn't let him go.

He fought back, and it took some effort to defeat a well-prepared team, and when he didn't choose an unclimbable mountain, he found the adventurer who came to him while resting in a cave by a lake, and was intoxicated by the faint pleasure when the blood stained his fingers, but in the end he didn't kill any of them.

He can't fly above the clouds forever, but as long as he stays on the ground for a while, even if he deliberately hides his whereabouts, someone will always find him. He could only go all the way north, and then north, to an island in the middle of the icy sea, where humans could not survive, and where even the barbarians of the northern ice fields would not set foot.

Floating in the middle of the ocean, it is completely covered in snow and ice, surrounded by huge icebergs and thick layers of ice that are difficult for any boat to cross, and only seals and whales visit this frozen land. For the ice dragon, there is no better place to be "home".

The size of the island was large, and the low mountains stretched from west to east for most of the island, and he circled back and forth, looking for a suitable place to perch, but unexpectedly felt a familiar and unfamiliar atmosphere...... He didn't expect to meet his own people here.

Even though he knew that the ice dragon preferred to live alone and would not welcome any of his kind that invaded his territory, he couldn't help but approach the ice dragon with a hint of excitement and anticipation that was much larger than it and had existed for an unknown number of centuries.

What he got was a frenzied, brutal fight that nearly cost it his life.

"You smell a human stench. ”

The ice dragon snorted and whispered contemptuously in its ear, still making him shudder every time he thought about it. Anger, sadness, despair...... And fear, a dragon is as inescapable as a person.

That may explain why he chose the same human form as before when he had to return to the human world again. At the end of the day, there is always one thing they are alike - they are eternally different in any race.

He closed his eyes, in pride and disgust with himself, quietly waiting for the dawn, the beating flame radiating warmth that he did not need.

He didn't understand why he hadn't left yet.

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