As night approached, Josiah finally enjoyed Katarian's' air service '.
Unfortunately, the experience of sitting on the dragon's scale was very stable, and there was no comfort to speak of.
Katarian's scale had its own cooling function, and Josiah had to cover it with a blanket before he could barely sit down.
"If you complain so much, I'll throw you off."
Katarian's voice echoed in Josiah's ears, and what appeared before Josiah's eyes was a sky full of stars and colorful nebulae scattered in the sky.
This scene was undoubtedly a very romantic one, enough to stir up the romantic cells of any girl, and Hiri was no exception.
Unfortunately, the spellcaster lady had already fallen asleep on Josiah's shoulder because she was too sleepy.
"I'm just a little regretful that I didn't bring an extra quilt."
Josiah caressed Hiri's long hair by her ear. Even though she had once again entered the quilt spirit state, she was still shivering from the cold wind.
Katarian was above the clouds, and flying at a frightening speed. The cold wind blowing in this situation could be said to be fatal.
Even if Katarian had provided Josiah with a shield against the hurricane, some cold air still seeped in.
Helpless, Josiah could only wrap the quilt he had wrapped around himself with Hiri.
"Humans are still too fragile," Katarian suddenly said.
"Perhaps I should talk to you about a lot of logic and describe some of the greatness of humans, but forget it. If you have the time, you might as well browse through the forums."
Josiah had no intention of responding to the ice dragon's words, and Katarian only let out a cold snort.
Thus, Josiah took advantage of this time to open the Mana Net Vision, which had more than a hundred thousand people watching it every day.
"What are you looking at?"
Perhaps the flight was too boring, Katarian shifted his pupils backwards, and in an instant, an eyeball made of ice appeared in front of Josiah, staring at Josiah's Mana Net interface.
"Mana Net Vision," Josiah replied.
"I know!"
This ice dragon had stayed in Noland for so long, and it seemed that it was no exception. If Josiah remembered correctly, it had also registered for Mana Vision, but it hadn't uploaded any videos.
"A game video recorded by a High Elf."
Josiah enlarged his Weave interface, allowing Ice Dragon to see what was being broadcasted. It was a video uploaded by a creator called Ahr the Genius.
The video was about Warcraft.
"The High Elves are actually interested in what you made?" Ice Dragon asked in surprise.
"It's the three High Elves you brought over last time. Two of them are … good girls."
When Josiah said this, he glanced at Hiri who was sleeping soundly next to him.
"It's not a matter of choosing a mate. The older generation of High Elves are extremely against Chaos Demons. Those three High Elves are of the new generation," Katarian said.
"You know them very well?"
Josiah stopped watching the video. Ahr had gained a lot of fans recently, and with her silly cuteness, she was firmly in second place in the Mana Net Vision. The first place was obviously Josiah's sister.
"Just some impressions." Katarian said after a brief silence. "I was killed once a long time ago, and I lost most of my memories after I woke up. The high elves only left some impressions of me, including the fact that the high elves who survived the ancient cataclysm hated the demons of Chaos."
"You mean the calamity?" Josiah noticed a key word in Katarian's words.
"…"
Katarian's eyeball shattered into pieces, and he didn't seem to want to continue the topic with Josiah.
Josiah didn't pursue the matter, and just continued to look at the stars in the sky. With Josiah's limited knowledge of astronomy, he couldn't find any constellations that were similar to Earth.
After a while, drowsiness engulfed Josiah, and the moment his body relaxed, he was pressed down by Hiri onto the dragon scales.
"Looks like I can only sleep," Josiah felt Hiri hugging him tightly, and could only helplessly choose to sleep.
… …
Deep Green Basin in the Land of Frost.
A figure shrouded in black robes appeared in the middle of the deep green basin. His robes had the unique mark of Noland spellcasters, as well as the insignia of a Sage …
One of the Seven Sages of Noland, the black-clothed figure.
"After three years, this day has finally come."
The black-clothed figure half-squatted in the deep green basin. The swamp here contained poison that was fatal to humans, and the black-clothed figure directly used the inscription glove he wore to submerge himself into the poisonous swamp.
In the next second, the black-clothed man took out a pile of sticky mud from the swamp. However, there were some indistinguishable gray threads mixed in the mud. These threads looked like they were attached to some kind of fungus.
"It's starting to spread even here … There's not much time left."
The black-clothed figure threw the mud in his hand back into the swamp, and took out his magic staff … Unlike the Inscription of Order, the Inscription of Space revolved around him.
In the next second, the black-clothed figure's figure disappeared from the swamp. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a city covered by forests and trees.
Before the black-clothed figure could clearly see the situation around him, a large number of hostile figures appeared around him.
High Elves!
Silver inscriptions appeared under the black-clothed figure's feet. This was not magic released by him, but by one of the High Elves.
"Elder Enya! I've already investigated … "Just as the black-clothed figure was about to say something, a heavy pressure suddenly enveloped his body, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
"You traitor, you actually dare to return."
The magic overflowing from the leading High Elf's hand condensed to the point that it was almost solid.
"Elder … If you continue to be so stubborn, Assequero …"
The High Elf did not give the black-clothed figure a chance to finish his sentence. The silver inscription suddenly lit up, and his body began to gradually disintegrate into particles. Finally, they converged and flowed towards another corner of Assequero.
"Traitors who violate the taboo have no right to return. This is my last mercy for you."
The High Elf watched the area where the particles flowed. Assequero was an exaggeratedly large floating city. The High Elves built their own city in the forest of Assequero.
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