At the northeastern border of the Holy Ice Elf Kingdom, Velin returned here following the Silver Dragon Scale given to him by the Lord of Cold Light.
Upon seeing his lord, Kyle rose to greet him.
Velin stepped forward and gave Kyle a hug before asking, "How long have you been here?"
"Half a month before you."
Upon arriving at the camp, Velin saw Alaric, king of the Silver Dragon Burke Kingdom, sighing dejectedly. Three equally dispirited silver dragons stood beside him.
Seeing his lord about to approach, Kyle sent a Mind Voice message. "My lord, this is Lord Alaric's third attempt to find the Sea-Sky Ice Abyss."
Hearing Kyle's voice in his mind, Velin stopped and did not continue forward.
After failing to enter it three times, anyone would be depressed for quite a while.
It was better not to disturb him now. He could speak to Uncle Alaric after he had eased the gloom in his heart.
Still, he could tell Aljettah about this after they returned. He wondered what expression he would make upon hearing about his old man's exploits.
Given that unfilial son's personality, he would definitely mock his father.
Shaking his head and putting aside those random thoughts, Velin followed Kyle to another part of the camp.
Beside an ice table, Lester held an Ice Ball in his hand and studied it intently.
"Knight Lester, how were your gains this time?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Lester withdrew his gaze and tossed the Ice Ball in his hand to the ground.
As Velin watched in confusion, the Ice Ball erupted with powerful magic the moment it struck the ground.
In an instant, an ice soldier appeared before the three of them. Its body was tall and upright, its surface covered in layers of frost that glimmered