Irritability and anxiety surged up together, Yang Jiangong set his eyes on Gandalf, and didn't expect the other party's answer to be, "Attract the attention of the fire demon from the other side, as long as you give me a little time, I can find a way to destroy it!" ”

Uh――――

Hearing Gandalf's words, Yang Jiangong felt as if his heart was about to jump out.

Attract the attention of the Firefiend! What do you mean?

His mind was tingling, and he knew he was facing an impossible task.

Syllable~~~

The Flame Demon's whip made a loud bang in the air, instantly shaking Yang Jiangong's heartbeat even faster.

To live or to die.

In one fell swoop!

Just now, Yang Jiangong was still bent with his legs, and the whole person squatted there, clenching his hands into fists and stopping at his waist.

The huge whip shadow came with a piece of wind and snow.

A second before the whip arrived. Yang Jiangong bowed forward vigorously, and then in the next second, he rose into the air, bent up into the air, and spun downward. He managed to dodge the whip, and then, at the moment he landed, he suddenly pushed his hand forward and buried his head in the snow to do a series of donkey rolls.

Use fluffy snow powder to blind the Firefiend's vision.

This was the only way Yang Jiangong could think of in a short period of time, and he concentrated the strength of his whole body and quickly flipped his body to avoid the whip of the fire demon.

As for the Fire Demon, it stared intently at the tiny humans scurrying in the snow under its feet, and it didn't give up.

The huge whip shadow, one after the other, fell like raindrops around Yang Jiangong's body. Wave after wave swept the clearing on the snowy peaks more violently.

"Hmph."

There was a muffled grunt from the stirring snow powder, and drops of bright red blood fell into the snow.

Even a slight whip would be unbearable for an ordinary human. Now the new wound is covered with the old one, and Yang Jiangong is out of breath under the pressure of heart-rending pain. He gritted his teeth, his gums blue.

Syllable~~~~

He didn't know how many times he had been whipped by the fire demon's whip, although he hadn't been drawn. But after being swept before, he was dizzy, and Yang Jiangong couldn't run anymore. The air was sprayed with snow powder all over the place, hitting the face like stones, and the wind made people breathless and speechless, and made the injured body more and more sluggish and numb.

"No matter what, I've done my best, to the best I can." Yang Jiangong felt that his chest cavity was hot, and there was a feeling of being burned.

Poof-opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Next, he staggered and stood in the wind and snow, and all Yang Jianwei did was close his eyes slightly, quietly waiting, waiting for the imminent death......

“Nauranedraithammen！”

Gandalf finished reciting the long incantation, and the power of the sub-god level began to take shape, only to hear a thunderclap explode in his ears.

Boom―――――

Just when the Flame Demon swung his whip for the last time, he was about to crush Yang Jiangong.

A thigh-thick bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the gloomy sky, blasting the flame demon's body, paralyzing its movements until it froze.

Gandalf raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed it into the heart of the fire demon impartially, saving Yang Jiangong's life at the most tense moment.

"It's all over, the demons that live in the flames and darkness." When Gandalf drew his sword back.

The Firedemon clutched its chest and let out a whimpering roar, its massive body slightly hunched back, striding with difficulty, struggling to retreat. Unexpectedly, the wind swept in the heavy snow, blowing away the last strength in its body, half a step forward, a step back, staggering backwards, and finally falling down the snow peak.

With the death of the Fire Demon.

Yang Jiangong's heart also fell from mid-air. "The mission is finally done, but what's the use?"

In the wide open eyes, Yang Jiangong's eyes that were gradually losing their luster were swimming slowly. Although the period of battle with the Flame Demon was short, because Yang Jiangong had been dragging his injured body to support him, the physical strength and energy he had spent had reached the last limit of the human body.

If nothing else happens, he will end up dying of his injuries.

"Gan, Gandalf!?"

From Yang Jiangong's point of view, killing the Flame Demon seemed to have cost Gandalf a huge amount as well. The other party was lying on his back in the snow, and the situation did not look much better than his own.

Staggering over, he heard a faint voice from Gandalf's lips, "...... Death is not terrible, only the heart is ignorant and the soul is lost, although life is still dead, that is the saddest. At the end of your life, remember to smile sincerely and not feel pain after death. Conversely, if the expression on your face is painful at the time of death, then your soul will feel double the pain after death...... Unfortunately, these words are for myself. You won't die today. At least not here. ”

When he saw a smile suddenly appear on Gandalf's stiff face, Yang Jiangong's already sinking heart became puzzled again.

"As I said, you are the bravest soldier I have ever met, and the most dutiful soldier. My journey is coming to an end here, and yours is going to continue. Take this sword, although I used it to kill the fire demon, the credit and honor belong to you. ”

Confused took Gandalf's sword.

Yang Jiangong condensed his unconscious gaze, and he found that although this sword did not look like it was hair-blowing and broken, it was as sharp as clay. But it was enough to know that this was a sharp sword that killed the fire demon, and that this was a sword that could kill.

"Shh~shh~shh~shh~~......"

At some point, Gandalf whistled softly. attracted Yang Jiangong's attention, and then there was a sound of horses' hooves in his ears.

Looking down from the top of the snowy peaks.

It was a snow-white horse, with its long neck stretched forward, galloping from afar.

In Yang Jiangong's perspective, it has a pair of piercing eyes, and a pair of triangular ears towering high above the door of the head. One hoof in front of him volleyed into the air, the other slightly bent, the two behind made his body run forward, and the body of the divine horse dragged a bunch of white tails, as long as he flicked it gently, it was like a white lightning, which made people shine brightly.

"Go ahead, its name is Shadow Disease. Nauranedraithammen！ ”

Gandalf recited the incantation one last time.

…… It was dark in front of me, and then I opened it again.

Yang Jiangong found himself standing under the snow peak, and he waited for Gandalf's voice to come from the other side of the mountain again with nervous, excited, and complicated feelings. However, the hint in his mind told him that he had to dig out the heart of the firedemon with his own hands.

Gandalf the Grey Wizard is dead, and in the near future, he will be reborn as the White-robed Wizard to continue his mission of guiding all beings against evil.

…… But for themselves, the task is not yet complete.

Enduring fatigue and intense pain, walking to the corpse of the Yan Demon, Yang Jiangong grabbed the long sword in his hand, and it took a lot of effort to dig out a black heart from the Yan Demon's chest.

It doesn't look like a human heart.

Taking off his shirt and wrapping it in it, Yang Jiangong was left with only a blood-soaked vest. Every second he spends in the wind and snow is a test.

The Shadow Sickness summoned by Gandalf, the Mianas Pony.

Legend has it that he is a descendant of the golden-hoofed white horse, Naha, the god of the hunt, and the fastest and most mysterious steed in Middle-earth.