But the Death Knight's idea didn't work out, and suddenly he heard a violent gasp behind him, followed by the sound of his heart beating again. 'How?' it thought to itself. Then a violent blast struck its back, piercing the armor, and the icy cold air exploded from inside the armor, severely damaging the source of its strength, the soul fire.

The Death Knight was furious, and it let out an extremely high-pitched cry with all its might, and blood immediately flowed from the ears of all listeners, and Siegel was no exception. He only felt dizzy, everything around him was spinning, and it was difficult to keep his balance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a machete coming at him, and if he didn't react, he would soon cut himself off.

So Siegel let go of the spear, an iron bridge, which could avoid the machete's crossing. Once again, he lost his weapon, but Siegel was still unafraid - he had already experienced the blow of death, so nothing could still crush him. Between the lightning and flint, Siegel condensed the magic power of his whole body, poured it all into his wand, and cast an energy burst orb. The purple ball of light hit the Death Knight's eye accurately, and after the roaring explosion, the knight staggered and took several steps back, but it was fine. This spell was suppressed by the Death Knight's Soul Fire and failed to deal substantial damage.

"You think you're a powerful mage who can hurt me?" said the Death Knight with an ice spear stuck in his back, but his voice was still cold and terrifying. "You're only good enough to tickle me. ”

"You talk so much nonsense. Siegel was murderous and combative, and while he was speaking, he threw the dagger with all his strength. The burst of energy once broke the neck of the trolls, how could it not have any effect?Not for the Death Knight, but it blew a crack in the visor, enough for the dagger to fly in.

The obsidian dagger pierced into the darkness of the helmet, hitting the soul fire core accurately. The helmet exploded to pieces with a thud, and gray-green venom burst out. The venom and the fragments of the helmet began to burn in mid-air, emitting black smoke and a sound similar to that of frying. Then the Death Knight's armor clattered to his knees, part of his arm fell off his shoulder, and the cuirass with the Ice Spear rolled to the ground from his belt. A final puff of black smoke rose from the empty armor and dissipated into the night sky.

Siegel staggered, unable to stand still. He escaped the Grim Reaper's grasp with the magical resistance of the twenty-sided dice, but it also took his whole body energy. He was like an unlucky guy who hadn't eaten, drank, or slept for three days and three nights, and he was about to lose consciousness. Barely holding on, he pulled out a bottle of dwarven healing potion from his waist bag and hurriedly drank it to inject energy into his body that was about to dry up. The dwarven belt also played a role, prolonging Siegel's injuries and giving him a chance to be treated.

Physical exertion can be overcome, wounds can be healed, but mental pain is difficult to recover. Siegel looked at the burning camp, the tallest tent still blazing, and he finally had a chance to shed tears. Through this mist, he saw the flames swaying and swaying, like a giant beckoning to him.

'Giant?' Siegel was stunned for a moment, squeezing his eyes so hard that the tears would flow quickly, and then he could see clearly. He saw Kerry, covered in ice crystals, tear open the tent, flames burning above his head and on his shoulders, emitting charred smoke. Kerry grinned as he was burned, but he endured. Because under his arm, three people are protected.

The hunchbacked wizard, Janet the kitten and the black wolf princess Messella. Siegel looked closer, and there was a baby with small arms and legs hidden in the arms of Messira. No matter how much he couldn't see, he couldn't see it clearly, because this time the tears couldn't stop flowing down, obscuring all his vision.

The battle between dragons and dragons was also divided into winners and losers, and the red one was at a disadvantage from the beginning due to injuries, and soon it was difficult to parry the attacks of the shapeshifters and was defeated. Its neck was torn, its head pierced, and its body was crushed under the green dragon, and it had stopped breathing.

The green dragon walked towards Siegel, dripping blood from its wings, shoulders, and chest and abdomen, caused by the red dragon's claws and tail. Siegel suddenly realized that if he followed the shapeshifters out of the camp, then Kerry would come out of the tent and be drowned in the fire and die in the mouth of the red dragon. Only by fighting to the end can we win this line of life.

The green dragon stopped in front of Siegel, lowered his head, and said in a telepathic voice, "Remember, you owe me once. ”

"Half a time, after all, you almost ate me a few days ago. Siegel was relieved from the tension of the battle, and it was rare that he still had the strength to make a joke.

"You owe me once. The shapeshifter's voice became very serious, and he repeated.

Siegel nodded, and the green dragon flew away.

The fire burned all night, and the black smoke rose into the sky, obscuring even the rays of the sun. Fortunately, heavy rain fell over the steppe soon after, which extinguished the dragon's anger. At the same time that the last flame was extinguished, the rain in the sky also stopped, the clouds dispersed, and a rainbow hung in the sky.

The lost horses also came back one after another, and there were some cattle and sheep who knew their way. The people of the Raven tribe swore to thank these animals who were willing to survive their hardships, and would treat them well, taking only milk and hair, not their meat. Perhaps this oath was appreciated by the spirits of nature, who found a cellar that had not been burned, and that most of the grain in it was soaked in water, but still enough for them to survive the winter.

After all, there are too many dead and wounded people, and they can't use so much food.

Survivors mourn the loss of their loved ones and weep over the destroyed homes and grain fields. They were on the verge of extinction, and now they were lucky to be able to escape with their lives. One by one, the women and children who had been hiding in the cellars returned to the surface, searching for the traces of their loved ones. Whenever they find their familiar figures, they will cry and hug each other. The dragon's corpse now lay in the middle of the camp, and several daring crows overcame the dragon's terrifying deterrence and landed on the corpse. In vain, they smacked the dragon's scales with their mouths, making a clattering sound.

Next to the corpse of the red dragon was the armor left behind by the Death Knight, which had been scattered into splinters and fell to the ground crookedly. The surrounding grass had been affected by the remnants of the necromantic aura on it, and had withered and decayed, turning into gray debris. The Ice Spear was inserted not far away, constantly radiating an icy cold air, and no one could get close.

Siegel lay not far away, lying on Janet's lap, asleep. His body was covered with small wounds, and there was a palm-shaped dent in his breastplate. But it didn't affect his sleep - he was so tired that he didn't want to move, and he couldn't even breathe lightly and slowly. The kitten propped up half of the tent to keep him out of the rain.

Thinking about what she had been through, Janet still had lingering palpitations. The cries were mixed with the sound of the flames burning, but none of them were comparable to the screams of the Messiah. His child chose to be born at this time, which made the scene extremely chaotic. The sorcerer uses potions and spells to help the mother give birth, while Janet holds the blanket and is ready to catch the baby.

"Come on, Messirah. Janet only remembers saying, "You're going to be a good mother, and you're going to be a good boy." ”

Then the flames enveloped the entire tent, and fortunately, the wizard reacted quickly and blocked the first wave of dragon flames with a barrier of magical energy. But how could the flames of the red dragon be resisted so easily? they were trapped inside their tents, the barriers crumbling, and the heat and suffocation could take their lives at any moment. And that's when Kerry rushed in.

The Frost Giant's bloodline erupted under the Giant's intense emotions, and an icy force helped the magic barrier, allowing him to breathe. Kerry finally saw the Messirah, and the black wolf princess finally saw the giant, and then with a cry, the crystallization of their love was finally born.

Janet was the first to hold the baby, and the wizard took the child, cut the umbilical cord, and in turn went over to check the child's ears and limbs. "All is well, this is a good lad" The wizard handed the child to the mother, then turned to Kerry and said, "I need your blood to get everyone out." ”

The giant stretched out his arms, his eyes still fixed on the mother and son, and that was the only thing he had to focus on. His blood flowed from his wrist, was caught by the wizard and thrown into the air, turning into a whirlwind of ice and snow. Things in the department were different from what the wizard had expected, the flames were still burning, and they even used the magic barrier as fuel, vowing to turn the people inside into ashes.

So Kerry made a desperate bet, used his body as a shield for the siege, protected the others, and walked out of the flames. His scalp and shoulders were set on fire, and his flesh was sizzling. He managed to protect everyone and walked out, but he had burns on his head and arms and was being healed by a wizard. The Messiah tried to extinguish the flames with her hands, but as a result, she burned her arms and had to obey her husband, just like her husband. The child ignored the noise around him and slept quietly between the two of them.

Warriors have been sent out to clean up the battlefield and identify the dead as much as possible. But too many people were burned into black charcoal by the flames, and the items on their bodies were melted and deformed, so it was impossible to tell the difference. No one knows where Chief Clough went, so now everyone is looking at Kerry the Giant, because according to the laws and traditions here, he will be the next Chief.

"Now we need a leader. The Messiah said to his husband: "After the tribulation, we need a backbone, someone who can bear their pain, someone who can give them hope." This person must be you, my chief. ”

Kerry nodded, and he walked over to the Ice Spear, pulled it out, and held it high. The spear automatically quieted down, surrendered, and no longer unleashed the cold. The crowd chanted "Chief Kerry, Giant King!" three times in a row.