The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

"Are you wondering where the things you originally put here have gone?"

Seemingly sensing the old earl's doubts, Ron chuckled and stretched out his finger.

"Here it is."

Under his control, a wisp of pink gas slowly wrapped around his fingertips and danced lightly, exuding fatal temptation and madness.

Elizabeth, who was hiding in the dark, reminded her via voice transmission at the right time:

"This is the gas of an ancient obscene beast, which can aphrodisiac and drive people crazy. That kind of obscene beast has long been extinct. As far as I know, only that bitch Mecanshut in the entire star realm has such a thing."

Ron nodded imperceptibly, indicating that he understood.

Bill, who was standing on the edge of the crowd, silently recovering from his injuries, looked at the wisp of pink on the baby dragon's fingertips and couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

The person who caused the wound on his body was none other than himself.

In order to fight against the lust aroused from the depths of his heart, when all kinds of recovery magic were ineffective, all Bill could do was to suppress the other party with more intense pain.

And this is just the result of accidentally inhaling a wisp of pink gas.

Thinking of this, Bill couldn't help but feel scared.

After realizing the properties of the pink mist filling the room, he almost instantly understood what the beastly father was thinking.

The most desperate thing is that even the legendary mage Bill has no way to deal with this substance that comes from the abyss and is essentially a god-like power.

If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of Ms. Sphinx (actually Elizabeth hiding in the dark) to help, his mother would still be lost in the pink mist and unable to extricate herself.

"It's all over. Father."

Bill, with complicated eyes, walked up to everyone.

He looked at the decadent old man in front of him, gritted his teeth, slowly raised his arm, and raised the bizarre staff that he had prepared long ago.

Facing his fallen father, he chose to end his sinful life with his own hands.

"Wait, he can't die yet."

The female-faced Sphinx suddenly flashed in front of Bill, preventing this scene of loving father and son from happening.

"Why?"

"There is no reason, this is the master's order."

Hearing this, Bill was startled and subconsciously turned back to look at a certain rainbow dragon that had been watching from the wall.

Earl Liaton paid no attention to the conversation between the two people in front of him.

He just stared blankly at the pink mist in Ron's hand, his eyes gradually blurring, unable to believe that the plan he had created was destroyed so easily.

"Impossible, how can you control the power of that god? This must be fake."

"It must be fake, it must be fake"

He held his head in his hands and kept shaking, crazed like a madman, and babbled inaudible words.

"God? She deserves it!?" X2

Ron and Elizabeth, who was hiding in the dark, sneered disdainfully at the same time.

Just when they were ready to make their next move.

Suddenly, a figure that no one expected stood up.

At some point, the imprisoned elf girl gently broke away from her grandmother's arms and walked straight to the old count's position.

"Karan, you."

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and Tyrande was even more anxious to step forward and grab her granddaughter's hand.

But Karan shook his head gently and rejected his grandmother's offer.

There was determination and determination in her eyes.

Ron watched this scene silently, and at the same time stopped Elizabeth who was about to make a move with his eyes.

For this Earl of Liaton, who had long been destined to be used as a spellcasting material, Ron only had to ensure that the other party still had a breath of life. As for being injured? Ron didn't care about that kind of thing.

After all, the crime this guy committed was such that death by a thousand cuts would not be a pity.

Even the devils from the nine hells should give a thumbs up in admiration, and the devils from the bottomless abyss should call out the experts when they come.

Ron was very curious about what kind of revenge Karan would take against his former lover. After all, if he had been imprisoned and tortured for so many years. Forget it, don't think about such terrible things.

The elf girl Karan slowly walked up to Earl Liaton and stared quietly at the old man with a withered body and declining vitality in front of her.

She tried to find the boy who had made the oath on this face full of traces of time, and found the traces of that boy back then.

This couple, who had promised each other forever, now stand facing each other more like grandfather and grandson.

"Berlick"

She softly called the boy's name in her memory.

The old man who was squatting on the ground shivering seemed to have heard her call, and miraculously, he was gradually awakened from his madness.

He raised his head blankly and looked at the elf girl in front of him, with confusion and confusion in his eyes.

The girl in front of her is still so elegant and refined, so beautiful, and the years have not left any trace on her face.

She is still the same person.

And himself

Even if he is carefully maintained with various secret techniques, even if he continues to drink the blood of elves to prolong his life, he still cannot escape the erosion of time. The face that was once as beautiful as the elves is now just withered.

Thinking of this, he began to mutter unwillingly:

"why"

"Why."

"Why!"

"Why are you all going against me!"

"I just want to live, what's wrong with me!"

Berlick's voice became louder and louder. He resented the short-lived humans, resented the inherent longevity of the elves, and even resented himself.

His roar filled the entire ruins, and all the resentment and unwillingness, all the regret and fear, turned into these complaints.

And in the face of this hoarse rebuke

The girl standing in front of him said nothing, just looked at him quietly, looking at her hysterical lover, her eyes full of sorrow.

Her silence was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining silently in the dark night.

"What's wrong with me"

"What else do I have?"

"I have nothing left."

Gradually, Berlick's voice became smaller and smaller, until his vocal cords became hoarse, and then fell silent.

Finally, Karan spoke.

"Do you still remember the promise we made to take our children to see the sea of ​​flowers together?"

Her voice was soft but firm, but devoid of any hatred.

Then, she softly told about the past, the once ambitious young man, and the promises she had made.

Until the end, she was already in tears.

"I"

Berlick stared blankly at the tearful elf girl in front of him.

Only he knew that his purpose of approaching the other party was not simple at the beginning, but after the deal with Dragon Turtle broke down, he had to use his feelings to keep the other party.

The young and handsome Berwick had a dark heart that was completely inconsistent with his appearance. He thought this way:

"When you find a suitable buyer, sell her in exchange for endless wealth and eternal time in a lifetime."

But as they get along day after day, even his naturally dark heart begins to be gradually changed by the simple and kind-hearted Karan.

However, all of this was ultimately ruined by his own hands.

After realizing that he was beginning to covet this relationship that he shouldn't have, he struggled and hesitated for several years. At the moment when his son spoke out, he looked at the baby's delicate skin and wrinkles gradually appeared in the corners of his eyes. Finally made some kind of determination.

"Hey, Berwick"

Karan's voice was light and airy. She gently pulled up her scattered white hair, and the tears in her eyes disappeared quietly.

She calmly said the words that she had never said a hundred years ago:

"I am going home."

After saying that, she turned around

That simple action was filled with endless decisiveness and calmness, as if it was saying goodbye to an old time and letting go of the past self.

Facing the brilliance of the sun, the fluttering white hair fluttered in the wind.

Karan, who returned to his grandmother, suddenly turned his head.

She looked at Berlick, who was a few meters away, and then gently raised her arm, waving gently towards the boy and her past self:

"farewell"

Looking at the back getting further and further away.

"Karan."

The old man suddenly let out an almost inaudible call.

He stretched out his trembling hands, trying to touch the back of the man in white, trying to hold on to the disappearing time.

However, a black shadow ruthlessly blocked his sight.

"Okay, the happy parent-child theater is over, let's talk about something else, right?"

Ron looked down at the old man in front of him with a smile.

Then he stretched out his hand, lifted up Bolik, looked into each other's eyes, and said with a "harmonious" smile:

"Just talk about how you got in touch with Malcanthet, how about that?"

three days later

Inside the Castle of Justice

Tyrande's dress today changed from the aristocratic dress style of the past. She put on a silver-white ranger leather armor, a slender sword at her waist, and a transparent long bow tied behind her back.

And her long, flowing emerald green hair was tied into a simple bun and tied behind her head, as if she had transformed from a royal lady into a legendary ranger of the elves.

Or maybe, this is her true appearance, and those previous disguises were just to find her granddaughter.

"Your Majesty Ron."

At this moment, Tyrande knelt down respectfully on one knee, paid the highest respect to the colorful baby dragon on the sofa in front of him, and said sincerely:

"Your kindness cannot be repaid by me, but Karan's mental trauma has still not fully recovered. Please allow me to send Karan back to the clan to recuperate, and then come back to fulfill our contract."

As she spoke, she quietly gestured behind her with her eyes.

Behind her, Karan, whose eyes were still in a trance, finally came to his senses and quickly knelt down on the ground like his grandmother, but his movements seemed a little stiff.

As a certain god in the star world once said: The scars on the body can be easily erased with magic, but the pain on the soul can only be forgotten by time.

Obviously, Karan, who has been imprisoned for a hundred years, will still need a long time to forget this memory, and the new elf main city recorded in her diary is obviously a good place for healing.

Ron, who was drinking juice, happily accepted the courtesy of the two elves, and at the same time thought to himself:

Hmm, is it the new main city of the elves? You might as well go check it out when you have time, and open up the fog on the system map by the way.

"Can."

After thinking for a moment, Ron finally agreed to the other party's request.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, free of charge to open a portal for the elven ancestor and grandson.

"Opposite the portal is a tribe of humans and horses in the Red Earth Highlands. It should save you a lot of boring time in setting off from the royal capital."

Ron reminded kindly.

According to the location pointed out by Bahamut before, it is only a short seven-day journey from the elven hermit land, which saves the other party two months of travel.

Looking at the portal in front of him, the excited Tyrande bowed his head again and saluted.

She understood that saying words of gratitude once was enough, so she solemnly promised:

"I will be back soon, and Tyrande will be at your disposal, body and soul."

"Hey, it sounds a bit like slave trafficking."

Ron scratched his head and said solemnly that he was a standard positive character and would not ask for favors in return and think about some messy things.

Especially with Tina, Vivian and others watching from behind.

"Sister Tyrande"

Tina reluctantly held Tyrande's hand and helped her up. For this elf sister who took good care of her in the Dragon Tavern, Tina was really reluctant to let her go.

Vivian, Shirley and others on the side also silently gave the gifts they prepared to Karan.

A feast made by Vivian herself, a complete set of limited edition Hearthstone cards and game equipment, and a large box of precious jewelry that Leona and Carol secretly took out from their castle.

(Duke Greene: Is there a burglar in the house?)

"Thank you, thank you everyone"

Looking at the colorful storage props in his arms, mist gradually rose in Karan's eyes.

It is precisely because she has experienced darkness that she knows how beautiful the days of light are.

"Welcome to visit the Castle of Justice next time."

The girls said with a smile.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, everyone sincerely respected this elf girl who had gone through many hardships but still maintained a kind heart.

"Do I have one too?"

Tyrande gently took the gift box from Tina's hand.

"You can open it and take a look."

Tina said with a smile.

Tyrande naturally would not refuse the other party's proposal, and everyone gathered around curiously, wanting to see what gifts the Golden Dragon Lady had prepared.

Opening the goose-yellow gift box, a transparent glass bottle suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

That's a bouquet of flowers.

A bouquet of flowers that never fades.

Everyone laughed as they looked at the blooming Nebula flowers in the bottle.

"Don't worry, I will come back."

Tyrande put it away carefully, then lowered his head and whispered in Tina's ear:

"I hope it will be your wedding to your sweetheart, Tina, by then."

"Well!"

A blush suddenly flashed across Tina's face.

After taking a secret glance at a certain dragon, he nodded imperceptibly:

"Tina will work hard!"

"Okay, okay, the farewell time is over. Maintaining the teleportation circle also requires magic power, okay?"

Ron pointed helplessly at the always-open portal, interrupting everyone's conversation.

"Goodbye, everyone."

After taking one last look at everyone, Tyrande and Karan bowed their heads and exercised the etiquette of the elves before disappearing into the teleportation array.

"Then, I'm going too."

The female Sphinx Loli Ortega also descended from above and bowed her head respectfully to Ron.

"Go ahead, go ahead, this is the vacation you deserve."

Ron waved his hand casually.

In fact, the reason why the portal was opened in the Red Earth Highlands was mainly to send this hard-working subordinate to reunite with his partner. Otherwise, Ron could have opened the portal at the Eternal Volcano - which is far away from the elves. Tribes and lands are closer.

As for why not open two teleportation circles to send them away separately?

One word: lazy~~

As the Sphinx completely entered the portal, beams of light blue fluorescence slowly rose from the magic circle at the bottom of the portal, and countless magic lines began to collapse.

Seeing the teleportation circle gradually dissipating, Vivian suddenly felt a little emotional.

She raised her head, looked at the sun in the sky, and whispered:

"If the earl had a long life like Miss Karan, would the outcome of the story change?"

Hearing this, everyone in the Castle of Justice fell silent.

Death, this word is so far away from everyone.

Whether they are dragons or humans, their ages are still very young in their respective lifetimes.

Not to mention Ron, who has been promoted to immortality as a demigod, and the golden dragon Tina and the silver dragon Shirley, whose basic life spans are thousands of years.

Even Leona, the oldest and weakest human in the Castle of Justice, still has hundreds of years to live due to the special bloodline of the Green family (this number will increase several times after she is promoted to legend).

Because of this, no one could answer Vivian's doubts.

But judging from the suicide rate of the elves in the entire star world, the love between short-lived and long-lived species is undoubtedly a destined tragedy, especially for the sentimental and emotional elves.

The limit of life span is an invisible mountain, and no one dares to break its shackles.

Just when everyone was thinking about this question silently.

Only Ron lazily lay down on the sofa again, returning to his original posture.

While enjoying the softness of the fine fur, he said casually:

"Who knows about that kind of thing" (End of Chapter)