The swinging of his twin swords brought a sharp sound of wind, but he barely touched the knight's armor or longsword - it was the elf who had deliberately given the other a chance to draw his weapon, and he did not regret it, even if it seemed to hinder his mission.

He's up against a good fighter...... He can't refuse a fair fight.

Heavy armor is a good defense, but it inevitably slows down humans, who are not as agile as elves. It's not that Sesyana doesn't know how to deal with such a heavily armed knight, and even the magic of his twin swords can't easily cut through the metal...... But no armor is without weaknesses.

His speed and skill should have allowed him to hit his opponent's vital points with ease...... His opponents know this just as well.

The knight's moves are not flashy, but simple, powerful, and skillful. His skill does not come from any amazing talent, but from experience and instinct accumulated through hard training. If it weren't for the apparently young eyes that could be seen through the visor, and if it weren't for the indomitable bravery in the attack, the elf would have suspected that under the armor was a middle-aged knight who had been on the battlefield for decades.

Humans can easily get flustered and become scrambling by the lightning-fast twin swords of the elves, especially young people who are not calm enough, but the knight in front of him can judge with extraordinary calm how much damage each of his swords can inflict on him. He paid no attention to the sword glare that slashed at his armor, no matter how dazzling and chilling it looked. He will not hesitate to attack at such times, and defend and dodge in time when the elves attack him...... Or attack more ferociously.

He always kept his pace. Not affected by the elves at all...... This alone was enough to surprise Sesyana, and even pay a little respect.

Sprites have reduced the number of attacks. Shadows swirled around the knight. When too many false moves lose the usefulness of confusing the enemy, it is better to save stamina and find an opportunity to win with one hit.

From the beginning of the battle he had realized that the knight had been trying to get far away from Sersio, and now he was more certain of that - he didn't want to hurt the boy for whatever reason the man had brought him here.

The boy curled up in bed never woke up in the heat of their battle. The knight hurriedly cast a look of genuine concern.

The elf's heart moved, and once again he carefully observed the blue eyes peeking out from under the visor.

Blue eyes are common in Anktan...... But some of the characteristics that belong to the bloodline. It became more and more evident as he had the heart to recognize it.

He hesitated for a moment. To be honest, he prefers to defeat the other side to achieve his goals...... But Rosa had told him more than once that "a fight doesn't always mean a win...... You have to know what you're going to end up with. ”

And his mission was to bring the boy back.

"Behring. He suddenly exclaimed, "Behring, Grean." ”

The name is like a mantra. In an instant, the knight froze in place.

The longsword hung limply. The tall body also seemed to be slightly rickety, and the brave and fearless warrior just now suddenly seemed to have turned into a tired and dazed child.

“...... I don't know why you're here and don't care. The elf spoke. He wasn't good at convincing people, so he could only tell the truth, "I'm just here to take Sergio and bring him back to a safe enough place." If you don't have a reason to convince me, then leave him to me...... Or beat me. ”.

Once again, the ice dragon narrowly avoided the chains. The long tail wrapped around a soldier who was manipulating the chain and threw it far into the sea.

The anger in my heart grew more and more intense. It will never believe a word spoken by these people again...... It may have been a real surprise to them that it was here. But they have long been ready to deal with it.

The man had that sword...... And the chains also have magic attached to them.

If it hadn't seen the same magic before, it might have been locked up for a moment of carelessness - it was the magic on the chains that the Silvertooth dwarves used to trap Silverfang.

It's not just the chains themselves that make Silver Fang powerless, the runes carved into it make it incapable of transformation, or even breath...... That makes a dragon completely incapacitated by magic, and can also cause stinging and paralysis like an electric shock.

The magic of dwarves is different from that of both elves and humans. Humans are keen to create spells that are more convenient to use in a variety of situations based on elven magic, while dwarves are accustomed to creating different spells for each different situation at a glance. Inglis, explaining this to it, made a point of mentioning the chain in the Silver Tooth Mine that had been hanging for hundreds of years...... It was the most typical spell created specifically to catch a dragon.

If it weren't for that, it wouldn't have spotted it so quickly and avoided the seemingly inconspicuous chains that it could break with a little force.

It's not something that can be made in the blink of an eye...... Even if it hadn't bothered them today, they'd probably find it someday.

It doesn't even know who these guys really are, they've secretly considered it an enemy.

There's nothing to worry about anymore...... It really didn't want to hurt them, but it wasn't because it was "kind by nature", it didn't care about the lives of these people, it just didn't want to cause trouble to the people it cared about. But if they were going to trouble it in the first place, that's a different story...... Even Ed and Naria don't blame it for that.

In the confusion, it could no longer find the man with the scar on his face...... Although the weapon in his hand was more deadly to it, he did not have the courage to face it.

But it had to find him...... It had to ask where the sword in his hand came from. It wasn't some legendary weapon, but it was even more chilling than the legendary Bloodweeping Man who took the lives of a dozen dragons.

Running around all over the beach, it was annoyed by the almost identical-looking humans. The dragon roared, spitting cold breaths toward the ground. In the moonlight, the silvery glow reflected like a mirror of crystalline ice, spreading rapidly in all directions, reaching into the sea.

The entire beach turned into a smooth ice in the blink of an eye, and some people's feet were frozen in the ice, while others slipped and fell to the ground in embarrassment, unable to get up for half a day.

The ice dragon flew a little higher, appreciating its results with satisfaction. No ice dragon had ever used their talents like this in its memory...... But Inglis was right, "You can't stay the same for tens of thousands of years." ”

But when the ice suddenly protruded upwards like fangs and stabbed straight into its body, it was so surprised that it almost lost its balance in mid-air - it wasn't its spell!.

(To be continued.) )