Shayl felt his breath struggling in the darkness, and a voice kept calling to wake him up, but another slightly harsh voice kept whispering in his ear, trying to drag him into the darkness.

Eventually, a glimmer of light lit up in Shail's vision, the light emanating from the Frost Spirit.

Shayl opened his eyes, and cold frost and snow poured down his throat.

Pale white magic poured out of his body, and with the support of his magic, he broke through the frost and snow and crawled out of a snowfield.

"Ahem," Shayl felt his consciousness clear as he gulped the cold air into his body.

Although there were still a lot of strange sounds echoing in his ears, it was a bit like the tinnitus made him feel very irritable, but with the help of the Frost Spirit, he still suppressed it.

Ice dragons, avalanches.

Although at the last moment, he used his magic to control the falling snow, the entire army was swallowed by the avalanche under the cold breath.

Did you end up at the bottom of the ice cliff?

Shayl looked up, the ice cliffs were so high that he was a little desperate, and the sky was getting darker.

He struggled to climb out of the snowdrift, and the Spirit of Frost and Snow instantly landed on another snowdrift.

The ice-blue inscription appeared in Shayle's hand, and the frost and snow that had accumulated there were gradually removed, revealing the hidden Marshal Artem below.

"Marshal!"

Shayl immediately ran to the tall marshal, who had relied on his body to resist the ice dragon's breath in the close battle with the ice dragon just now.

Marshal Amter slowly opened his eyes, and covered his forehead the moment he regained consciousness.

"Damn! What are these sounds. ”

"Marshal Amter, are you alright?" Shayl asked.

"I'm fine, but my head is a little unconscious." Marshal Amt shook his head, took out a jug full of spirits, took a sip, and leaned on the alcohol to sober himself up. He was just about to stand up when he noticed a sharp pain in his left leg.

"Frostbite, and it's severe." Shayl looked at Marshal Amter's left leg, the armor that covered it had crumbled like ice cubes.

It must have been the wound caused by the ice dragon's breath just now, and when Shayl was about to use his magic to treat the wound a little, Marshal Amter waved his hand.

"We southerners have seen this little injury a lot, Prince Shail's soldiers and me and you are buried under the snow, and they need your help more than I do."

"I see."

Shail, too, knew the gravity of the matter, and he immediately took a few steps back and began to chant the spell casting, and the frost spirits built inscription after inscription around him.

When the magic was done, the snow on the ground was lifted directly, revealing the soldiers buried in the snow below.

Some of the soldiers and mages have gradually woken up, but some of them seem to be still asleep.

Prince Shayl immediately ran to one of the sleeping soldiers, and tried to wake them up with a voice.

"Don't come near me! Don't come near me! ”

When Shayl was about to touch the soldier, he reacted violently, as if he was in some terrible nightmare, and sweat was pouring from his forehead.

Sheil's had never seen this before, and his tinnitus symptoms seemed to have become severe.

Shayl was about to start waking him up when a roar suddenly came from the other side.

"You damn beast!!"

It was a sober soldier, but his mental state was extremely unstable, and he fell to his knees, holding his forehead and growling something.

This roar caused the soldiers who woke up around them to become a little crazy, like a contagious virus, and one soldier after another fell into fear as if they had seen something extremely terrible.

Ice dragon?!

"Calm down!" Shayl began to try to ease the soldiers from their fears, but to little avail.

Only the casters of spells who were highly skilled in spells kept their sanity.

"Do any of you know anything like sedation?"

Shayl asked aloud about the awakened spellcasters.

"Your Royal Highness! We've used it! But nothing worked! One spellcaster responded to him with the same loud voice.

What the hell is going on!

Shayl looked at the soldier in front of him who kept muttering strange words, and he was helpless for a moment.

He was only proficient in a very small number of healing spells, but none of the spellcasters in the army who were proficient in healing magic had any way, and even less so if he wanted to heal these soldiers.

Shail's forehead began to ache at the thought of this.

The temperature at night on the borders of the Frost Nation is enough to freeze any unprepared spellcaster, and if you don't hurry up to collect the materials that have fallen into the canyon and set up camp, half of the soldiers will freeze to death tonight.

What to do......

As Shayl was thinking, he suddenly touched the pendant hanging from his chest.

Sealed in the pendant is a leaf, the leaf of the World Tree.

That's right! Magic Web!

Shayl immediately opened the magic net and logged in to the caster forum, and since he had login to the caster forum with the help of Nolan's caster a few days ago, he had completely liked this new 'magic'.

Using the Spellcaster Forum, he was able to communicate with spellcasters from Nolan to discuss magical issues, as well as ask questions on the forum.

Shayl found the "Magical Research" section of the forum, which was specifically divided into a category of help, and sent out a post.

The post recounted the symptoms of the soldiers, and it was hoped that the wise spellcaster would give him an answer and inform him of the cure.

But his post did not receive a response from anyone, and Shayl waited anxiously for a full three minutes, and when the post went straight to the bottom, he was a little discouraged.

But it didn't take long for his post to get a reply from someone else, and he looked at the reply in surprise.

"The symptoms sound a bit like a side effect of demon addiction, poster, you shouldn't be using the Shadow Stone, right?" Respondent: Man in Yellow.

Shayl had heard of the Addiction Stone, but he didn't believe that so many soldiers would use the Addiction Stone...... It must be something else.

Shayl replied in the negative, and while waiting for the others to answer, he waited for more than ten minutes, only to find that there was no new reply.

Could it be that the symptoms are not described in sufficient detail? Or is it because Nolan Sage has replied? Wait a minute... This man in yellow is not necessarily himself.

Shayl listened to the roars of the soldiers around him becoming more and more noisy, and his inner emotions were replaced by anxiety, and just as Shail's hopes gradually fell to the bottom, a new reply finally jumped out.

He glanced at the respondent's name, 'The Man of Fire'.