The trapped dragon was now more excited, because the dripping water gave him a couple of advantages. For a start, it gave him just a bit more air to breathe in, and this itself was a great thing to be excited about, so it wasn’t a surprise that his brain activity was going up now, he just avoided death by a ball-hair here.

  The sed advantage was far greater in parison! Sihe water had a point, he could melt more of the ice around him now, and not drown himself in the process either. This way, he would be free a lot quicker!

  The dragon started blowing tiny amounts of fire against the ice that had entrapped it, he got into wht away. This tiny amount of fire may not free him immediately, but he did not want to scare the goblins that were helping him, as that would be a really stupid thing to do.

  “He’s pretty smart, Skendus, smarter than you said he is.” Tim pointed out.

  “Maybe I misread his brain? Sometimes, a dying brain is difficult to tell apart from a dumb brain. My mistake.” He admitted, “But at least he's smart enough to not attack us as soon as we break him free. I bet that he uand that the ice walls knock him down as well, he'll behave.”

  Skendus had a point, so no one argued with him. They didn't want to distract Arvena anyway, so everyo quiet.

  Arveually cut a whole doorway through the ice, and she was able to do so without much worry, because the ice walls were tough enough to not shatter around her. Well they would've broken apart if she was within the God's Punishment Realm of mana, but she wasn't in that realm for a long time now, she was beyond that curse of a realm. Her fiery daggers were sharp, precise, and hot enough to cut steel, so she did not worry about the ice right now.

  In other words, she knew what she was doing. They didn't trust Timothy as much, however, so they kept him as far away from the work-site as possible.

  Arveehe doorway into a tunnel, a going for about three meters, until she met the dragon halfway. Once she broke into the area that the dragon had been trapped in, she the her guard up, because she fully expected to be attacked despite what everyone in the group had said.

  The dragon did not attack, however, it just took a few more deep breaths, and heaved out a big sigh afterwards. Every living thing o breathe, and Arvena got less scared of it as she saw it breathe heavily, because the dragon seemed more and more vulnerable this way. It was mortal, and had its vulnerabilities like most living things!

  “Do you think you squeeze through there, boy?” She asked, and poi the tuhat she had melted through.

  The walls of the tunnel were pretty stable, because the surrounding cold temperatures had frozen the arts of the tunnel bato pce. It was safe to cross it.

  The dragon id down on its stomach afterwards, and she tunnel out. The tunnel was only three feet tall, and two feet wide, so he simply could not squeeze through it. Its antler-like horns would get stuck before he eveered the ice tunnel, it wouldn't work.

  “Too small, eh? You’re right, I did make it just wide enough for me to e through… let's see if we double it up.” She said.

  sidering that the dragon wasn't immediately hostile, she was feeling especially helpful now, so she started carving out the tuo the best of her abilities. She figured that the tunnel had to be at least six feet wide for the dragon to crawl through.

  The dragon just rexed, and breathed in lumps of fresh air in the meantime. He was just trying tute his body as best as he could, because being trapped in ice had its certain tolls, he had to heat up as quickly as possible as well. Plenty ons were proo hypothermia, it was how the rest of these dragons had died out in the first pce, some sort of blizzard may have gotten to them as well at some point.

  Anyway, while they waited outside, Tim couldn't help asking a couple of questions. He didn't want to bother Arvena, however, so he bothered his friends instead.

  “Dons have mana pools? This big bastard doesn't look like he's gonna run out of fire anytime soon.” He asked.

  “About everything that lives or doesn't live, has a mana pool. I used to be a pnt, foodness sake, so that should tell you everything you o know about mana.” Ortana pointed out.

  “That doesn't really tell me much,” He said, “I just want to know what realm he is in.”

  That was where Skendus chimed iheorized. “He has to be in the same realm as us, sidering that I see through his brain really vividly. Perhaps dragons don't use their mana all that much, I mean, if I was a dragon I'd just eat everyohat opposed me. It's simple for them.”

  Either perspective here was uandable, but either one did not matter right now. They were all happy, because in a way, they expected this huge, dark-red scaled dragon to get them out of here today, they hoped so. They were very enthusiastic about esg this ongoing, terrible situation that they were in.

  Anyway, Arveually made a tunnel wide enough for the dragon to crawl through, and that was where everyone uood that the dragon would have it very difficult to move within the byrinthic walls of ice that surrouhem!

  The on pathway was five feet wide, but this dragon was a staggering six feet wide, even wheucked his belly in! He will not have it easy whatsoever, though he seemed happy heless, because in a sense, he enjoyed a lot more freedom now in parison to a couple of minutes ago!

  “Okay… so how will he help us get out of here?” Arvena asked, after he followed the dragon outside the ice trap that he had been in. “ you talk, dragon?”

  The dragon just looked back at her afterwards, and shook its head in disagreement. It could not speak the goblin to only grunted, and had about the same vocal range as a lizard did.

  “It 't talk like us goblins, but it uands us pretty well.” Skendus firmed, “It also has some very vivid thoughts, they're visuals i detail, so I think I figure out what it's trying to do.”

  After he said that, everyone looked at Skendus anxiously. They were hoping to hear some good news, but they still had this inner fear that the dragon would turn hostile whe got the ce! It was reasoo expect that, regardless of how cooperative the dragon was now.

  “It wants to signal other dragons, to help it break out. We 't break the ceiling on top of us without killing ourselves, but he call for some smaller dragons who should be able to do the job.” He expined.

  “It should signal them, then.” Tim added.

  “It 't signal them here.” He refused, “The dead dragons are making him really nervous for some reason, wait, not nervous, but weak. He’s feeling really weak…”