In other words, due to the continuous casting of advanced magic, he went from blending into the crowd to suddenly becoming highly conspicuous.
This would inevitably expose his power, and as long as the White Dragon wasn't a fool, it would definitely chase him.
Sure enough!
Sarno noticed that the White Dragon, which had just taken off in the distance, was swiveling its long neck to look around, and with just a few blinks of its yellow-brown eyes, it locked onto him.
"Damn! What the hell is Olaf doing!"
"No shield, couldn't even hold out for a few seconds??"
Muttering a couple of complaints under his breath, Sarno immediately cast a flying spell on himself and dashed towards the spruce forest.
He had to enter it before the White Dragon caught up with him.
...
Meanwhile on the other side.
In the woodland to the south of the Ice Lake.
