The sleeping ice dragon, the bitter breath and the faint pain......

Butos struggled to get up from the ground, and he looked at the ice dragon in front of him, and his heart was extremely complicated. He knew that dragons often slept in years, but what he didn't know was whether the ice dragon would sleep for a year or two......

"Can this short sword help me defeat Jerusar who has obtained the scepter?" Butos questioned himself as he looked at the ice-covered weapon in his hand.

With heavy steps, Butos stepped through the crack in the ground and walked towards the exit of the Ancient Frost Palace.

This task, he failed.

It couldn't have been worse, as Jerusar had the Staff of Sorcery and was branded as an ice dragon...... Perhaps the only good thing to look forward to now is to go to Ashley. Although Butos didn't know how long he would live.

Butos walked out of the Ancient Frost Palace with a heavy heart, and at this time, outside the gate, the coalition forces had already left, and only the old mage Eramus was still waiting for him at the door.

Butos greeted very lowly: "Iramós ......"

Eramus slowly hugged Butos into his arms, patted Butos on the back, and comforted: "You have done your best, this can't blame you......"

Butos's body and voice trembled: "The staff of witchcraft fell into the hands of Jerusar, she would kill countless innocent lives, many families would be broken, and countless lights would be reduced to darkness......"

Eramos smiled slightly, the old mage did not sigh, he was still comforting Butos: "This is not the responsibility of one person. This is the responsibility of the entire Middle-Turkish coalition army. You represent our entry into the Ancient Frost Palace, and you have gambled your life to gain the light of all of Middle-earth. Even so, you're already our hero! a thief hero!"

Butos's eyes welled up with tears: "I have been engraved with the mark of an ice dragon. If I haven't put the staff of witchcraft back in the palace when it wakes up, it will kill me. ”

Eramoston frowned and exclaimed, "How can this be!"

Eramus hurriedly touched Butos' body with his staff, and used a spell to check the brand on Butos's body.

After a long time, Eramus said solemnly: "This is not a trivial matter, at least I, I can't unravel this brand. ”

Butos sighed, full of sadness and loss in his sigh: "I promised to marry Ashley, but now, I don't even know how long I will live, and I can't promise her too much......"

"You're going to marry Ashley?" the old mage's eyes suddenly twinkled.

Butos nodded, his heart filled with sorrow.

Eramus let out a long sigh, then asked with a smile, "When are you going to look for her?"

Butos replied in a low voice: "Soon, on her birthday, it won't be long......"

Eramos coughed slightly, and then said, "Go ahead, as for the brand on your body, the old mage will help you find a way!"

Butos frowned and asked, "Will there be a way?"

Eramos smiled and said, "You saved the life of the old mage, and you are a hero of Middle-earth. We'll find a way, and even if we can't undo the brand, we can find a way to get the staff back. ”

"This ...... Is it possible?" Butos didn't know if he didn't have confidence in himself or something else.

Eramus raised an eyebrow and smiled, "When did you stop believing in the old mage Iranmus? Besides, dragons sleep for a long, long time, maybe a hundred years from now." Butos, do you think it's your longevity, or the dragon's long sleep?"

Butos thought about it carefully, anyway, being pessimistic and negative is useless to him now, it is better to think about the good.

"By the way, what are you holding in your hand?" Eramus noticed the short sword in Butos's hand, a special weapon that even Eramus had never seen.

Butos held his dagger and said with the same puzzlement, "This is what the ice dragon gave me...... I also don't know what special abilities it has. ”

Eramus infused his psychic power into the ice dagger, but to his surprise, he didn't feel anything at all, and he didn't perceive any special abilities from it.

"Hmm......" Eramus muttered for a long time, "maybe...... It's an extremely sharp guy because I didn't feel anything special about it ......"

Butos slashed the ice sword in his hand, and the blade couldn't even cut through his palm.

"Is that sharp?" said Butos.

Eramus smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't think dragons collect meaningless things, they like treasures. Perhaps this dagger has its own magic, but we are still discovering it. Maybe one day after that, you'll need it. ”

Butos nodded helplessly, and tied the short sword around his waist.

Eramus patted Butos on the back and smiled, "All right, Butos! Go to your Ashley! and bring the blessing of old Iranos!"

Buttoston paused, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and asked Eramus, "Are you...... Where are you going? Aren't you going back to Tenostia with me?"

Eramos frowned and said, "Of course not, the old mage is always busy. ”

"But...... I won't miss your wedding. Eramos replied in the affirmative.

Butos smiled reluctantly and said, "Okay then. ”

Suddenly, Butos seemed to feel that something was not quite right with Erasmus: "Erasmus?"

"Huh?" Eramus was stunned, then smiled, "Aren't you going to find your fiancée?"

Butos asked with some concern, "You...... Are you in trouble?"

Eramus couldn't help but be stunned: "Why do you ask?"

Butos frowned and replied, "Hmm...... I don't know, I always feel like you're weird. Maybe...... Is it a bad face?"

Eramos stroked his long beard and laughed, "Maybe it's just wiser." ”

Butos shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Alright then, wise old mage, Master Eramus. ”

What can Butos say in the face of such a confident and even somewhat arrogant old mage? Ilamós himself thinks that there is no problem, then there is no problem, anyway, his mystery is not something that everyone can guess.

Butos gently recited the spell that summoned Bitrice, and summoned the huge white owl into the air again. The excited Bitrice spun around the air a few times before he obediently landed in front of Butos.

"Hahaha! Look at this happy child!" laughed Erasmus.

Butos jumped on Bitrice's back and waved goodbye to Eramus, "That...... Goodbye, Lord Erasmus?"

Iramus also waved his hand and said with a smile: "Goodbye! Remember to bring my blessings back to the Empire! Remember to take me to say hello to the beautiful Miss Ashley!"

Butos hovered in the air on Bitrice.

"Definitely!" Butos' voice echoed through the air.

A warm smile spread across Eramos' face.

"Why don't you tell the truth, old mage—Erasmus?" Suddenly, a hoarse, dirty voice rang out from behind Erasmus.

Eramus's expression suddenly became serious again, and he slammed his staff to the ground, and a bright streak of light spread out around him.

However, his spell didn't seem to hurt the man hiding in the shadows.

"Hehehe...... It turns out that the wise human elder will also be annoyed...... "The source of this voice is only Jerusar, but at this time, Iramós can't see Yerusar at all.

"Appear, you demon!" Iramos raised his staff, and the incomparably shining light reappeared.

Eramus unleashed his proudest detection spell, and all stealth methods could not be hidden in front of this holy man.

Yerumsar's bloated body slowly appeared in front of Eramus, and her extremely piercing laughter also appeared: "Your spells are still masterful. Old Mage"

Eramus frowned and exclaimed, "Your wickedness has defiled the staff of witchcraft! it should be sacred and passed down through the ages! You don't deserve it!"

"Defiled?" "Yerusar gently shook the new guy in his hand, the Staff of Sorcery from the Ancient Frost Palace, "Don't you think that your existence has tarnished the title of Mage?"

Eramus's brow tightened for a moment.

The old mage had long known that his body was in an irreversible condition, and since he had woken up from the dream, Eramus had clearly felt that an unprecedented and incomparably brutal force was eating away at his mental power. He couldn't stop that evil from spreading, and he couldn't drive it out of his body. The longer the time, the longer the pain and suffering......

"MOSIHRZA'S DAMAGE IS ABSOLUTELY ETERNAL, AND YOUR SOUL IS NOT INTACT NOW. Yarumsar smiled presumptuously: "Old mage, are you willing to surrender to me?"

Eramus shouted angrily, "Even if I die, I will not allow this disgusting thing to invade my body!

"Really?" said Jerusar, with a sudden wave of his staff of sorcery.

Suddenly, Iramos's body fell heavily to the ground, and at the same time, large clouds of black gas surrounded and swallowed him.

Jerusal's laughter gradually echoed in Eramus's spirit, and the figure of the evil orc priest gradually disappeared in front of the gates of the ancient frost palace......

Eramos's body trembled in the snow and ice.

The cold is even colder......