Chapter 463: wild

Joe corrected to stay on the second floor of the library, watching the whispers of Mother Teresa and the Frost Elves.
The Frost Elves seem to have a deeper discussion of Dinisha's work.
Qiao Xiu did not want to know what they were discussing, so he put his attention on the magic net for a while.
‘I saw the news of the signing conference on the caster forum. ’
An unread message on the newsletter came from a frosty owl.
‘Do you want to buy it too? ’
The time of the King of Frost and Frost has not been as long as it used to be.
But every time I go online, I will always find Qiao Xiu.
‘Well, I want two of the books,
The Piper Tucker and the Lost Elf Teenager
and the
Midday Picture Book
by the daughter of Dinissa. Can you buy me for the fire?’
The news from the Frost Owl made the movements of Joe's input become stiff.
Joe repaired the nun who was grinning in the distance. Perhaps this girl is the first person who does not move the library?
‘I’m lining up here at the signing, and it’s no problem to buy two for you. ’
‘Thank you... I’ve been dealing with some busy things lately, so I don’t have a chance to visit Nolan, but I will definitely go there some time later. ’
The frosty owl once again attached an expression of an owl embracing a nightingale.
'busy? ’
Qiao Xiu inquired about the movements in the country of the frosty, such a long time, the country of frost and frost seems to have already prepared for the demon world.
After this news, the Frost Owl never responded to Qiao Xiu. From the input record, she still had a paragraph that was not sent in the dialog box.
what happened?
Qiao Xiu used his curiosity to use his ‘manager’ authority to directly sneak into the frosty owl’s newsletter.
The news that the King of the Frost did not have time to send out was... ‘I found a wild ice dragon’.
...............
Since being recognized by the Frost Spirit, Shear has spent a period of time every day using the Frost Spirit to observe the country.
Whether it is the snow that accumulates on the ground, or the snow that falls in the sky, it can become Sheyle's ‘eyes’.
Today, the Frost Spirit found a horrible creature in a cave in a snowy mountain, a dragon.
This dragon is in the depths of the cave, and the huge body can easily crush the walls of the capital city of the frosty country.
Sheyle recognized the identity of the dragon, the frosty dragon that attacked him more than a month ago.
The attack led to the fall of the army led by Shayle and Marshal Armt into the cliff.
The dim white light overflowed under the ice dragon, and with the brilliance of the light, Sheyle noticed that the scales of the ice dragon that turned pale gray gradually became the original ice blue.
Sheyer heard the reverberating voice in the cave, and it seemed that someone was singing a strange mantra.
This humming language is not like any kind of magic that Sheyle has ever heard. When Sheyle controlled the frost of the frost and floated behind the ice dragon, she saw three strange masks. The body of the cockroach is covered under the robes.
Heterodox court?
No... No, Sheyle didn’t feel the disgusting feeling of the heresy in their body, and the magic they released was harmless to the ice dragon, but the one that seemed to be infected in the purification ice dragon. Part.
In the end, under the long magic sing, the ice dragon opened his eyes.
"Humanity…"
At the moment when the ice dragon was waking up, the angry voice exploded in the entire cave.
"Calm, the refuge of the holy tree En Lucy."
One of the casters standing in the middle suddenly took off his mask and hood, and at this moment Shear also saw his appearance.
Elf.
Light golden long hair and dark blue pupil, which is not like the characteristics of the frost elf.
"Sindonal... Are you guys finally ready to show up?"
After the ice dragon spit out a series of languages ​​that Sheil couldn't understand, the latter part of the dialogue, Shear, could barely understand.
"The elders of our family are not willing to interfere with what is happening in the realm, but we have for a long time felt the arrival of the crisis. I came here to ask what the compatriots in the realm have happened." The older male elf is low. Said the sound.
"Your compatriots have disappeared." The ice dragon's voice is full of self-deprecating. "A one that is not left is swallowed up by the thick fog of gray."
"Gray..."
The expression on the face of the elf became more and more dignified.
"There are no survivors? Holy Tree En Lucy... Asylum."
"Withered."
The ice dragon spit out a word, a vocabulary that is enough for everyone present to feel the chill.
"The leaves and branches are corroded for the residue, the roots are turned into nothing, and life is coming to the end, welcoming the fate of death. This is the scenery I saw before my consciousness was swallowed up."
When the ice dragon told them about this desperate news, he did not wait for the male elf to open his mouth, and suddenly there was a bird made of pure white radiance on his shoulder.
eagle? Still?
Sheyle didn't recognize its breed, but when the white bird appeared, Shelley felt its sight and glanced at himself.
"My sister is not dying, Ice Dragon... She ushered in her new life."
The ethereal voice echoed through the cave. The white bird built by the light did not open its own bird, but Shel is sure that the sound comes from it, or her.
"What?" Ice Dragon heard the news, and the spirit of the original decadence became very exciting.
"She is boarding in the body of a little girl of the Frost Elf family. Although she is young, she is still growing."
"Tell me where she is!"
The ice dragon wants to open his own wings covered with scales in the cave, but the huge body in the entire cave is already the limit. When the wings stretched out, the whole cave burst into a violent vibration.
"The remains that should have been dusty, my service will guide you on the road." After the white bird glanced at the male elf, it immediately turned into a dim particle disappearing.
When the white bird disappeared, the ice dragon's dark blue scorpion stared tightly at the three elves in front.
"Where is that relic?!" asked the ice dragon.

It takes a long trip from here, and the last time we visited the ruins was a hundred years ago, where it was occupied by humans and dwarves.

The ice dragon heard that the news of human occupation could no longer stay in the cave. With the tremor of the cave, it began to walk toward the world surrounded by frost and snow.
A large number of icicles appeared at the feet of the three elves, and with the rise of the icicles, they were already standing on the back of the ice dragon.
The roaring snoring resounded through the night of the blizzard, and Sheyle watched the horrible ice dragon wave his wings and flew into the sky until the end of the sky disappeared.