"I don't know about that." Shlein tilted his head after hearing Bill's question. "But it should be certain that it is not the evil dragon of Mamo and the ice dragon of the White Dragon Mountains. Then the rest is the Dragon King of Moss.

First of all, the fire dragon Dawn Star in Leiding and the water dragon Abra on Qinglong Island. Look at the Dragon Knight of Moss in these years.

It can be deduced that the control of Rhodes Island is not owned by Mai Xian, so there are only two possibilities left. Since there is no clue about Ashuram, then please ask King Kaxiu to send someone to monitor these two locations.

That should be enough. Whether it’s the Morning Star or Abra possessing the Scepter of Domination, he will definitely pass by Frame on the way.”

"Does that mean we have to go through the icy hills?" Silis seemed to complain a little.

"I heard that the desert is not that cold now, and it is easier to walk. Compared with this, it will be more troublesome if we expose our identity in Nobis."

Slein watched Bill explain to Hillis.

Bill smiled slightly in return.

After that incident happened three years ago, I heard that not only does it rain now in the icy hills, but the temperature difference between day and night is also less obvious.

The icy hills are gradually returning to their original appearance.

Bill was very proud of this.

I believe the same is true for my companions who participated in that adventure.

Oruson had a dream.

It's the same dream.

The village is burning, and the dream must have started here.

The hateful demon army is attacking this village.

Even though this is a small village on the border, I will not let it go.

Olussen's sister hugged him and huddled in the corner of the warehouse.

If she just hugged him like this, maybe Oruson would disappear. She prayed like this and hugged him tightly.

Oruson could feel his sister trembling all over his body.

His parents had been killed. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, Oulu Sen was always convinced.

Terror and sadness dominated the heart of this thirteen-year-old boy.

What you think is right, Oruson said to him in reality.

His eyes were filled with tears.

Tears? The realistic Oruson couldn't help but say.

This was the last time he cried.

Just then the door opened, and several ugly red-muscle ghosts rushed in.

There is a bigger red-muscled ghost behind them.

After it said something in their language, the monsters came towards them.

The sister hugged Oruson tightly once more, then let go of him, facing the red-muscled ghosts, she clenched the dagger in her hand.

The other dagger was given to Oruson.

"If I die," his sister whispered to him, "just use this dagger to fight against them. Remember, you have to live no matter what!"

Then he walked towards the Red Muscle Ghost.

The older sister swung the dagger at the red-skinned ghost as if she was about to break her hand.

Perhaps due to luck, my sister's dagger hit one of them in the neck, and black blood spurted out and splashed onto the floor of the warehouse.

However, this does not mean that she has the upper hand.

My sister fought with tears.

While looking at her figure, Oruson felt something moving in his spirit.

It seemed like it came out of my own body, or it seemed like something appeared from another dimension.

At first, the red-skinned ghosts were a little scared when they saw their sister, but they immediately reorganized their offensive.

In this case, Oruson's sister cannot win.

One of the red-muscle ghosts swung its small sword diagonally toward its chest.

The green clothes were scratched, revealing white skin and a bright red scar.

Even though she groaned in pain, her sister continued to swing the dagger bravely.

Another red-muscle ghost came around behind her and thrust his sword into her thigh.

Oruson's sister couldn't help but fell to the ground.

"Olusen, I'm sorry," the sister choked, and used all her strength to stab the dagger into the abdomen of the red-muscled ghost who had just attacked her.

Although the red-skinned ghost is dead, the dagger is stuck in its belly, and now it doesn't even have a weapon.

The other red-skinned ghosts immediately swarmed up.

"sorry……"

Amidst the painful screams, he kept hearing his sister saying this to him.

My sister was being cut constantly.

Her face, which was praised as the most beautiful in the village, her slender feet and slender hands were all stained red with blood and turned into ugly pieces of flesh.

"..." After exhaling a sigh-like breath, the sister stopped breathing.

Even so, the red muscle ghosts kept cutting.

"Stop~~!!" Olusen shouted loudly.

The thing stirring in Oulusen's heart took shape for the first time at this moment.

The constant stirring thing filled his heart.

Whether it was terror or sadness, Oruson could no longer feel it.

Li... Li...

There was a sound in the throat that sounded like the creaking of the soul.

"Olusen!"

At this moment, someone called his name.

The voice sounds like a woman's, and I always feel that it sounds a bit like my sister's. But it's not my sister's, because my sister is already dead...

Li... Li...

"Olusen!" the voice calling him sounded again.

Oruson woke up, feeling as if his soul had returned to his body.

Hillis stood aside, and there was another woman whom I had never seen before.

The woman put her hand on Oruson's forehead.

"Are you awake?" she asked.

"I...what's wrong with me..." Oruson said.

"That's not it. It happened again like before. This time, even my shoulder was sacrificed. Forget it for everyone else. Don't use me for surgery if you do this again. You were too strong at that time.

Ridiculous." Siris said.

"...Oh, it looks like this..."

Oruson recalled what happened before he fell asleep, nodded and propped up his upper body.

I should have been exhausted physically and mentally after the attack, but I don't feel that way now.

On the contrary, I felt very comfortable, just like having a good sleep.

"You are a magician" Oulusen asked as he looked at the black-haired and blue-eyed woman.

This is not a question, just a confirmation.

"I am a priest of Marfa. Although I am not very good at it, I can use some Marfa magic."

"Is it the priest?"

"There is no formal priesthood."

"Is that so?" Olusen said as if he didn't understand.

"If you are already well, then stand up. There are countless people you have to thank now." Silis smiled and said to Oruson. "I am the first one." "I'm sorry." Orusen bowed his head honestly.

.

"You have to be sincere, but it shouldn't be possible? After all, you have no feelings in the first place." As Silis said this, she bent down and looked at Oruson seriously.

"Do you remember those people who fought with us just now? One of them is an elf named Deedlit. She has already told us the secret of why you had the attack."

"What's the secret of my attack?" Oruson asked.
To be continued...