The human community began to decrease, and the imposing imposing of the mountains began to become proud. The ghosts of dusk weep and pour out their lovers' luck, the cunning goblins try to disguise themselves as having clues in exchange for the products of the Noahs, the northern barbarians offer false feasts and hunts after the feasts, the deep-sea mermaids who love the elves at first sight offer the most romantic marriage proposals and the most terrifying self-explosions, and the lonely millennia dryad deliberately provides false information to leave two friends behind—though he eventually sends them off farther north with a canopy of pine resin. Elrod and Geralt exchanged the gift of the Dryad, a piece of delicate amber, for a young and curious humpback whale that it was able to carry across the perilous sea of icebergs to the far north.

It was once the home of the Frost Giants, and legend has it that they were the heroes who fought the dragons. The bones of the mountains in the frozen canyons are craggy, and the cold and hard snow and frozen soil envelop the world. The shattered armor of the Frost Giants, the city-states, and the statue of the god Baal they once worshipped had lost most of their time as if they had been sealed in cold amber, and the icefall, hundreds of meters high, seemed to be frozen for a moment, and still showed an arc of pouring water. As the heavy chill deepened, the air began to thin and heavy, and an indescribable sadness pervaded, and the night became endless, but the snow still glowed with a faint blue light. As if a faint soul was whispering in the air, the young dragon's eyes began to brighten.

"I know the direction."

He led Elrod over snow-capped mountains, across frozen ice fields, and spent days breaking through an entrance to the sea. The elves summoned the north wind to wrap around their bodies and sneaked down without getting wet—mostly relying on Geralt holding Elrod and squirting squib-like dragon breath upwards to create a recoil and carry them down.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

The muffled sound of the air masses being weakened by the water reminded Geralt of the sound of a fart - it wasn't very pleasant. He even gradually learned how to change course by the force of recoil in the currents; But if he was tired, the elf would close his eyes and call out to the sea elf, and a horde of small transparent creatures would swim, carrying the two of them downward with a brilliant current.

After an unknown number of days, they finally saw the amazing sight.

At first, Geralt even thought he had actually seen a dragon. Its body is ice and snow, its eyes are like pale blue crystals, and it waves translucent wings, and it only takes a breath of dragon breath to quickly freeze an army of frost giants. However, the illusion faded, as if it were the melting of ice and snow. If there was a transparent and hard metal in the world, it would be the product of the ice dragon's bones being weakened countless times. The massive, almost transparent skeleton exudes the majesty of a dragon, banishing all living creatures around it. However, over time, the transparent color gradually darkened, as if the intervals of the color had become dimmed, and finally took the form of a dark and hard rock under the frozen ground, appearing in front of them.

This skeleton is the inheritance of this ice dragon.

"Go ahead."

The elf gave him the wind and sent him to the side of the skeleton.

***

While waiting for Geralt to accept the huge inheritance, Chu Songluo bored himself and played the polar underwater version of Happy Farm.

He called on the spirits of the sea to bring thousands of beautiful corals, let the humpback whales bring the remains of a shipwreck, enclose the land as king, raise all kinds of fish, large and small, rehearse them according to their colors, like a tapestry, from transparent plankton, all the way to inky black, and then let the glowing creatures swim in them, lighting up this colorful ribbon of ochre, red, indigo, soft pink, purple, bright yellow, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on, Huge scallops two feet tall open and close gently, illuminated by pearls with soft light; The plants of the sea floor swaying their bewitching bodies and dotting the colors of corals.

Geralt, who had evolved from his childhood, had snow-white hair and pale blue eyes, but he was not dyed with fairy aura at all, and he was stunned by the old appearance of this magnificent underwater happy farm.

His elf was wrapped in a layer of wind, and his long golden hair floated in the water, kissing "her" eyebrows and eyes with sparkling water. Elrod's voice was heavenly compared to the dragon's roar, "Geralt. ”

Calling his name, the elf held out his hand—a slender white, impossibly beautiful hand.

Geralt stared blankly at the beautiful elf.

Who could tell him if Elrod meant the salvation of all things in Elven language?

——！！！

The white-haired youth became huge in an instant.

The sea water was pushed away, frost condensed on the scales of the silver-white dragon, and the pale blue eyes opened to look at the "elf girl" in front of her, who had suddenly become fragile and petite. He was a dragon that could breathe in the sea—he opened his mouth, expelled a waterless blank, and took the tiny elf into his mouth.

- Oh my God, "she" is in my mouth! This wonderful touch!

"She" actually touched my teeth and lay on my tongue! Come on, come on, dear girl, I am the most harmless dragon in the world to candy, the most sincere knight of dragons. The feeling of taking the elf in his mouth gave the ice dragon an irrepressible sense of pleasure, and he couldn't help but let out a breath from his nose, and immediately produced two icicles in the sea.

Geralt didn't dare to speak, lest he move his tongue or throat, which would make the elves uncomfortable. He pressed his tongue firmly under his mouth and remained motionless, carefully swinging his tail and translucent wings from the bottom of the sea to the edge of the continent. When they arrived, they walked for half a year and only took two days and one night, but unfortunately they were unlucky, and they arrived not in the forest where they had left the tree spirits, but at the port on the northeast coast of the mainland. The dragon opened its mouth and let the elf step on land, and then he himself took on human form and jumped ashore, shaking the drops of water from his hair like a big dog.

As soon as he saw the elf's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a hot current burning in his lower abdomen, and his lower body was swollen and painful.

The elf said, "It looks like you're an adult, Geralt. ”

Geralt looked down at "her", only to realize that he was now naked due to the side effects of the popping shirt. The dragon's scales made him invulnerable, but he couldn't feel the temperature change so easily. Little Geralt's proud state was on full display, and Geralt didn't even know if it was better to reach out and cover it.

"Wait, wait for me!"

Geralt disappeared into the sea, and only returned with a wry smile after a long while.

However, Elrod looked very calm, and handed him a robe - well, it was good enough this time, but Geralt with his strong muscles began to feel a little strained in his neck - and it seemed that they needed to find a nearby town to buy a garment first.

The brick-paved town was quite lively, and it turned out to be the closest supply station for bounty hunters to the forest or the deep sea. As night fell, they were once again surrounded by brightly lit alcohol and laughter—but the elves clearly had no intention of doing so.

"She" said, "we shall be separated tonight." ”

"She" began to make Geralt a little confused.

"You've finally become a real dragon." Elrod looked up at the shining stars and sighed faintly. "Geralt, you should go and find the wizard Saviman. He will impart to you great knowledge and great magic. ”

Geralt was a little confused by his strange diction, "Should I?" Elrod, I'm shorter in years than you've been through, but—" he didn't know what to say, and considered his words, "though—though I'm a dragon and you're an elf, I still insist on not believing in gods—the kind of love that all beings save the world, and the so-called, uh, fate. ”

Elrod said calmly: "It is true that elves do not have fate, but I am an exception. ”

At some point, they had reached an empty alley. The boiling voices were left behind, and the elves took off their hoods, their long pale blonde hair pouring down to harmonize with the starlight.

"Elrod Ambatu, I am the lonely star beloved by fate." "She," she said, lowering her eyes, "I am an elf who was born destined to die. ”

"Why?" Geralt fell to his composure from the ecstasy of finally becoming a powerful ice dragon, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous, "This is the same as that half-elf princess, it's the fate of Starlight?" ”

Elven jaw. "I originally followed the guidance of my elders and came to the mainland to find Saviman to use prophecy to show my fate to avoid it, but Saviman's prophecy saw the future is not my fate, he is the killer that the stars have prepared for me. His prophecy is a sharp blade against me, and the king will carry it to the stars. ”

Geralt felt an inexplicable shock. He could tell that Elrod was not lying, that is, that Saviman could only predict the scene that would send Elrod to his death, no matter how skilled he was.

The human voices can still be heard, not to mention dragons and elves with keen senses. It's just that the ice dragon feels extremely quiet at the moment.

He was silent for a long time and asked in a dumb voice, "What can I do for you?" ”

The elf looked at him, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally just sighed, and said lightly: "Maybe you can make a more truthful prophecy for me; And I will continue my travels in order to accumulate enough strength to face my fate. ”

Geralt replied earnestly in a hoarse voice, "I will." ”

The elf's gaze was wide and vast, as if "she" was staring at the vast stars and the sky. A sudden and intense loneliness seemed to be a wall separating Geralt from "her", and the feeling that the blonde elf did not pay any attention to him made him very uncomfortable. He wanted to hug "her", but he couldn't.

Geralt clenched his fists and a big smile on his face, "Don't be so nervous, although we should be separated tonight, the rest will definitely be a long time later." Trust me, I'll be the best prophet! ”

Chu Songluo did not hesitate to give him a smile at this moment.

"Of course I believe you, you are my only best friend, Geralt."

Geralt's smile stiffened, and then suddenly his eyes rolled, "You know Elrod?" ”

Although the elves were mostly expressionless, Geralt was able to read "her" true emotions from "her" subtle expressions. The eyebrows are finely adjusted, and the gaze moves to oneself, which is a curious curiosity of interest. Geralt bared two rows of white teeth and smiled brightly, "Human etiquette - best friends will give each other a kiss when they say goodbye." ”

The elf's eyes widened slightly, a sign of surprise. - Why was "she" surprised?

"It turns out that humans use kisses as a parting ritual." The elf groaned for a moment, then motioned for Geralt to come closer.

Oh hoo! Take the bait! Geralt forced a serious smile in his heart, "What's wrong?" ”

The elf said, "I'm not quite sure if an elf's kiss would be any different from a human's, don't be surprised. ”

Geralt: "Of course not! "Please come vigorously! Don't pity me!

The elf looked slender, but in fact he was in a long state, and even though Geralt had grown to twenty-three or four, he didn't seem to have made any special progress in height, and he was still half a head lower than Elrod - he was going to go back and make an inner height for himself. The elf's cool fingertips lifted his chin, lowered his head to his lips, and—

And then the elves with the leaves or the forest or the ocean? Damn, it was the sweet, cool tongue that pried open his teeth and gave him the juice as sweet as the fruit pulp. "She" tongue was so dexterous that it seemed to be depriving him of every ounce of his strength, and even made Geralt forget to breathe a little, and his spine began to soften, and his body swelled with pain.

- Goddess, why are you so skilled!

Geralt was panting from the kiss of "her", and leaned limply against the wall, only to see the elf's pointed ears reddened, and the faint murmur drifted away with the night wind, "It shouldn't be like this......"

Ah, is it because I can't help but turn into such an overly aggressive kiss?

Geralt curled the corners of his mouth triumphantly, completely forgetting that he was the one who was being kissed and couldn't breathe.

The elf's expression was the same as always, but his eyes no longer looked at him, "Kiss...... It is the blessing of the elves to their loved ones. ”

Geralt reads the uncomfortably subtext of "her" - it's not such a kiss!

He said, "Yes, human beings can only use this kind of courtesy to their best friends, like you, to me. ”

The starlight became brighter, but the elf's face became ambiguous.

“…… Goodbye, Geralt. I'm going to embark on a journey. ”

"Goodbye, Elrod. You're going to travel, but from now on, the starlight of every night will be relevant to you. ”

What kind of bullshit love story is this? Geralt pursed his lips in disdain for his ability to express himself, his eyes sparkling and repeating preciously.

"Goodbye, Elrod."