In the darkness, Shayle felt his breathing difficulties. One voice kept calling to wake him up, but another slightly harsh voice kept whispering in his ear, trying to drag him into the darkness.

Finally, the glimmer lit up in Sheil's sight, which was the light emitted by the Frost Spirit.

Sheil opened his eyes and the cold frost and snow poured into his throat.

The pale white magic power surged out on his body. With the support of the magic power, he broke through the frost and snow and crawled out of the snow.

"Ahem..." After Shayer sucked the cold air into his body in big mouthfuls, he felt that his consciousness became much more awake.

Although there were still many strange sounds echoing in his ears, which seemed a bit like tinnitus that made him feel very irritated, he still suppressed him with the spirit of frost.

Ice dragon, avalanche.

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

In the end, it fell to the bottom of the ice cliff?

Sheil looked up and looked up. The ice cliff was so high that it made him a little desperate, and the sky gradually darkened.

He struggled to climb out of the snow pile, and the spirit of frost and snow fell on another snow pile in an instant.

The ice-blue inscription appeared in Sheil's hands, and the frost and snow piled up there were gradually removed, revealing the covered Marshal Atem.

"marshal!"

Shayer immediately ran to the tall marshal. In the close-range battle with the ice dragon just now, the marshal relied on his body to resist the ice dragon's breath.

Marshal Amt slowly opened his eyes and covered his forehead when he regained consciousness.

"Damn it! What are these sounds."

"Marty Marshal Amt are you okay?" Shayer asked.

"I'm fine, but my head is a little unconscious." Marshal Amt shook his head, took out a can of kettle full of liquor and took a sip, relying on the alcohol to wake him up. As soon as he was about to stand up, he found a severe pain coming from his left leg.

"Frostbite, and it's very serious." Sheil looked at Marshal Amt's left leg, and the armor covered on it had broken into residue like ice.

It must be the injury caused by the Ice Dragon's breath just now. When Sheil was about to use magic to deal with the wound slightly, Marshal Amt waved.

"We have seen many people in the south. Prince Sheil and your soldiers are buried under the snow. They need your help more than I do."

"I see."

Sheil also knew the seriousness of the matter. He immediately took a few steps back and began to sing the spell casting spell. The Frost Spirit built one inscription after another around him.

The moment the magic was completed, the snow on the ground was lifted up, revealing the soldiers buried by the snow below.

Some soldiers and mages have gradually woken up, but some soldiers seem to be still sleeping.

Prince Sheil immediately ran to a sleeping soldier and wanted to wake them up with his voice.

"Don't get close to me! Don't get close to me!"

Sheil's reaction was particularly intense when he was about to touch the soldier, as if he was having a terrible nightmare, his forehead was filled with sweat.

Sheil had never seen this before, and his tinnitus symptoms seemed to become worse.

When Shayle was about to wake him up, a roar suddenly came from the other side.

"You damn beast!!"

It was a conscious soldier, but his mental state was extremely unstable. He fell to the ground, hugged his forehead and kept roaring.

This roar caused the soldiers who woke up around him to become a little crazy, like a contagious virus, and one soldier after another seemed to see something extremely terrible and fell into fear.

Ice dragon caused?!

"Calm down!" Sheil began to try to relieve the soldiers from their fear, but the effect was minimal.

Only those spellcasters who are extremely accomplished in spells have maintained their rationality.

"Whoever knows magic like sedation?"

Sheil asked loudly about the awakened casters.

"Your Highness Prince! We have used it! But it has no effect!" A spellcaster responded to him loudly.

what is going on!

Sheil looked at the soldier in front of him who was constantly chanting strange words, and was helpless for a moment.

He is only proficient in a very small number of healing magic, but the casters who are proficient in healing magic in the army have no choice. It is even more impossible for him to heal these soldiers.

Sheil's forehead began to hurt when he thought of this.

The temperature at night at the border of the Frost Country is enough to freeze any unprepared caster. If you no longer collect materials falling into the canyon and build a camp, half of the soldiers will be frozen tonight.

what to do……

While she was thinking, Sheil suddenly touched the pendant hanging on his chest.

A leaf is sealed in the pendant, the leaf of the tree of the world.

By the way! Magic Net!

Shayer immediately opened the Magic Net and logged into the Spellcaster Forum. Since he had login permission to the Spellcaster Forum with the help of Nolan's Spellcaster a few days ago, he has completely fallen in love with this brand new 'magic'.

Using the caster forum, he can communicate with the caster from Nolan, discuss magical issues together, and also ask questions on the forum.

Sheil found the forum's 'Magic Research' area and specially classified the category for help, and posted a post.

The content of the post describes the symptoms shown by these soldiers, hoping that the wise caster can give him an answer and inform him of the treatment method.

But his post did not receive anyone's response. Sheil waited for three minutes with anxiety. When the post was "sinking" directly, he felt a little discouraged.

But not long after, his post received a reply from someone else, and he looked at the reply in surprise.

"The symptoms sound a bit like the side effects of magic addiction. Poster, you shouldn't be using magic shadow stone, right?" Reply: The Yellow-clad Man.

Sheil had heard of the magic stone, but he didn't believe that so many soldiers would use the magic stone...it must be something else.

Sheil answered a no. While waiting for the other people's answers, he waited for more than ten minutes, but found that there was no new reply.

Is the symptoms not described in detail enough? Or is it because the Yellow Clothes of Nolan Sage responded? Wait... This Yellow Clothes of Not necessarily the person.

Sheil listened to the roar of the soldiers around him becoming more and more noisy, and his inner emotions were replaced by anxiety. Just as Sheil's hope gradually fell to the bottom, a new reply finally jumped out.
Chapter completed!