Wells's mind was like this snowy field at this time, blank, and after walking in the darkness and extreme cold for nearly a month, he finally found the handwriting of a human in an inexplicable valley.

Whatever was in the cave, whether or not he would find the dragon this time, Wells felt like he was making the trip.

The cold air made the already small fire sticks only emit a faint glow, and Wells squeezed sideways into the entrance of the cave, and the cave was dark, and the eye could only see a few meters, as if something was blocking the fire.

Wells walked cautiously forward, creaking under his feet, echoing strangely in the huge cavern.

The wheezing sound in his mouth became more and more frequent, and Wells's weak body was like a dead wood in spring, inexplicably gaining some strength, and to his right was the ice-covered rock wall, which became the only reference for his advance.

Because the cave was too big and the fire was weak, Wells moved a little against the rock wall on the right, naturally ignoring the behemoth on the left that melted into the darkness.

I don't know how long he walked, Wells's brow furrowed, he felt that the cave was a little strangely big, and he looked back, but there was only darkness in his eyes.

He made up his mind, took out the bamboo tube on his body, sprinkled the little red liquid that was left on his body, and tightened his hand holding the fire stick a little tighter, and then he continued to walk forward against the rock wall.

After a while, Wells suddenly stopped, lowered his head and grinded the soles of his feet, and a slippery feeling came from under his feet.

He hurriedly crouched down and swept the ground with his palm, and now his feet were not rocks, but pale cyan solids.

The dwarven dagger plunged into the ground, digging out a bit of solidification, and Wells held it close to the fire stick, taking a closer look at it by the light of the fire.

"Animal fats ......," Wells muttered to himself.

He then stood up and slowly stepped back until his feet touched the rock again, and Wells did not hesitate to approach the solidified grease with his fire stick.

After a while, some of the grease began to melt and burn, and the temperature rose to bring about a chain reaction, and the fire began to spread incessantly, until in front of his eyes, a large pit ten meters square was covered with flames, and Wells was completely speechless.

Where did so much animal fat come from in this cold far north, and how did it get here?

But Wells had no intention of discussing this at this time, and by the light of the fire it was evident that the cave was very large, and that there was a hole at the top and ventilation outside, but it seemed to be covered in ice.

There was no road behind the crater filled with flames, so Wells had to turn and look behind him.

The sound of the fire stick falling was so clear that Wells stopped in the air with his arm holding the fire stick, and the whole person froze in place.

The light of the fire behind him could barely allow Wells to see the situation in the cave clearly, and at this time, in front of him, a huge figure nearly 100 meters long was lying in front of him.

Grunt, Wells swallowed, looking at the path he had come from, just below the neck of the huge figure.

Dragon!

Wells staggered a few steps forward, and his heart was mixed as he saw the dragon he had always dreamed of lying in front of him.

The frostbite on his right leg was even worse, and he staggered closer to the dragon's wings.

From here, the hundred-meter-long body could no longer be seen, Wells held the short sword horizontally, and the other hand slowly touched towards the wings.

Even through the thick gloves, Wells felt a chill, different from the cold of the weather, a biting chill that could only be felt by touching it himself.

Wells then walked around the cave**, trying to observe the dragon from various positions and angles.

"Is this the dragon? this ...... It's a creature that doesn't belong to the world......" Wells stood dumbfounded, his heart shocked beyond words.

It's so huge, so powerful, how spectacular it would be to be able to fly in the sky, and spread its wings!

Huge and sharp claws, incomparably tough scales, even the dwarven short sword was crumbled into a gap.

But Wells was not distressed, because he was already satisfied to find this place.

But the only regret is...... This is the corpse of a giant dragon.

Yes, it was a dead dragon, with closed eyes, wings cut by an invisible force, a huge wound in its abdomen, dragon scales scattered on the ground, and a body that didn't move at all, all meant it was dead.

But what power can harm such an unreasonable creature? a terrifying species that can still exude a powerful aura even if it has only a stump remaining?

Wells leaned weakly on his wings, his body weakness came from him, and he looked at the huge cavern with dementia, his mind a little foggy.

After a while, Wells ate what little dry food he had left, using the light of the fire and snow, and then collected the scales on the ground and walked towards the wound in the dragon's abdomen.

He wanted to take a look inside before leaving, to see what kind of power could kill a dragon.

He picked up the fire rod and slowly approached, the wound in the dragon's abdomen was huge and smooth, as if it had been cut open by a sharp blade, Wells shook his head and continued to walk inside.

Unable to tell what the organs were already frozen and stiff, Wells made a brief turn and found a sheet of ice deep inside the dragon's abdomen.

After shattering it with his dagger, Wells figured out where the place should be in the dragon's chest.

Behind the ice sheet was a small clearing, and the original organs seemed to have been cleared, and suddenly, Wells was stunned and walked forward with a fire stick in his hand.

Not far ahead, a figure was sitting, and Wells became vigilant, until he got closer to see it, and realized that it was a body that had been dead for a long time.

Next to the corpse was a small pile of dried meat that had been frozen for an unknown number of years, and a wooden box the size of two palms, where the corpse sat cross-legged, and a serene face could be vaguely seen, an old human man, wearing armor with broken threads, and holding a roll of animal skins in his arms.

Wells was silent for a moment, bowed to the senior, and then picked up the animal skin in the corpse's arms, and opened it to reveal a human text.

"O posterity, if you can see this note, please remember to throw my body into the fire, even if a great adventurer dies, it should not be like a sculpture, it is such a comical ending......"

“...... My name is Ildona, I was born in the Empire of Kaiadir, I have dreamed of becoming a great adventurer since I was a child, and fortunately, this dream has come true, I have traveled to every corner of the North Continent, I have also talked with the orcs in the South Continent, and even discussed the mysteries of the stars with the Dwarven King face to face......"

“...... I had nothing else to do with my life, until I set my sights again on the Raging Seas to the west of the Hokuriku, which were more invisible, than the Stormy Seas, but my curiosity was just as strong, a quality that an adventurer should have......"

“...... Later, when I had prepared my gold coins and was going to sail alone, I received a simultaneous invitation from the royal family of Kaiadir and the Honoris Empire, who wanted to hire me to go to the Far North in search of a powerful creature that had never been seen before the eyes of the world......"

“...... Yes, you may have heard the legend that an unlucky adventurer first discovered the dragon, but in fact, it has long been recorded in the royal texts of the two countries......"

“...... They were crazy, they were trying to capture the dragons and use them against the orcs head-on, and I was intrigued by the young man at the time, what better adventure than the royal family......'s money?

"We have seen them, they are the creatures of the gods, they are the darlings of the gods, their wings cover the sky, their claws are sharp enough to crush mountains, they can spit out the cold wind of ten thousand years from their mouths, and I even doubt that the Far North will be formed because of them......"

“...... Yes, it's them, two dragons that can control the frost......"

“...... We failed, one of the two dragons that fought each other was seriously injured and the other left, and under my command, we decided to help the dragon, hoping that it would return to us when it healed......"

“...... The royal books are not mistaken, the dragon is a great and miraculous creature with wisdom, it agreed to our terms, but after we entered the cave, it suddenly repented, and the extreme frost instantly enveloped everyone, even the soldiers outside the valley were not spared......"

“...... I don't know if it's because of my curiosity, but I was the first person to touch it after entering the cave, and I was stained with a little bit of its blood at that time, maybe that's why I escaped, but I'll never forget its eyes, even if it's dying, it's like ants as we humans......"

“...... At this point, 100,000 allied troops have died in the valley, and perhaps when you come in, you will step on their heads. ”

“...... After this incident, I fled the far north, and did not dare to return to the royal family again, and then the human alliance was defeated on the orc battlefield, and I did not have the heart to go to sea again, until I found out that I had special abilities because of dragon blood, and I realized that maybe the royal family's intention was not only to rely on dragons to defeat orcs......"

“...... But none of this matters, although I have special abilities, but because the cold wind is also short-lived, so in my old age, I once again stepped into the far north, fortunately, the dragon has died, I found the 'dragon crystal' in its body, even if it is your reward for helping me dispose of the body, heh...... Adventurers never like to owe someone anything......"

The handwriting here is gradually blurred, and the handwriting behind it is too long to be distinguishable.

Wells lowered his arms, his godless eyes moistened, and then fell to his knees in front of the corpse, his voice hoarse and agitated.

"Ancestor!"