The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

Not to mention Yevgeny as the planner, all the high elves present breathed a long sigh of relief.

On the surface, they regained their previous calmness and elegance, but their hearts were still beating wildly.

Although strictly speaking, they are just Yevgeny's subordinates, just following orders.

But it concerns a metal dragon or a silver dragon cub. Once something of this evil nature is revealed, and the other party is not a wandering cub as the commander had previously deduced, it will be so troublesome, and it will be completely out of control. .

Metal dragons and five-color dragons have completely different parenting policies, especially gold and silver dragons.

Compared to the five-color dragons who have no sense of responsibility at all, the metal dragons go to the other extreme and are more inclined to overprotection, so that over time a consensus slowly emerged:

That is, if you bully an adult gold and silver dragon or even a young dragon that has left the nest, it may not be a big deal.

At most, I can invite a group of three or five friends to come over afterwards and try to clear the air.

Once you set your sights on a baby dragon, it's basically like poking a hornet's nest.

They will not reason with you, but will come out in full force at every turn and attack the city.

Although the high elves are not afraid of war, how could the Elf King rashly start an inexplicable national war because of the mistakes of a bunch of thugs like them who confuse black and white and take advantage of merit in a matter that is completely wrong in terms of 'righteousness'? What about war?

Therefore, the most likely result is that even if they escape the pursuit of the silver dragon parents by boat, they will still face the collective pressure of the silver dragon group and even the metal dragons, and be thrown out as abandoned children by the Elf King. .

Then, under the scorn of all the high elf citizens and even his tribe, and witnessed by the metal dragons, he faced a trial destined to ruin his reputation.

Completely condemned to death on the pillar of shame.

This terrible consequence is simply more terrible than death.

But on the contrary, as long as the chief's inference is still conclusive, then they can explain it by "saving Miss Silver Dragon" from being hunted by the barbarians in the North and successfully rescuing her from the control of the Red Disaster Pavla. .

Even if things are not what they imagined, it doesn't matter at all.

They never harmed the young dragon from the beginning to the end, right?

Moreover, which silver baby dragon living outside can resist the temptation to return to the clan?

And they can build a bridge through the hands of the Elf King.

At that time, they will be greeted on the triumphal road from Devonsel to the royal court.

There will be noisy cheers and celebrations along the streets!

There will be tears of joy from the tribesmen!

The Elf King will personally commend them.

The metal dragon will also grant them friendship.

By that time, they will no longer be the bottom soldiers who may not see any upward path for hundreds of years without setting foot on the battlefield, or they will become low-level soldiers who always need to be on the front line of the confrontation with the drow.

But a hero!

Forge a strong friendship with peace defenders from dragons!

This kind of opportunity has never happened in a thousand years!

With such a bright and prosperous future and exciting pictures, no one can refuse it to any high elf who has been bewitched by Yevgeny Szoe's speech.

on this matter.

All of them high elves.

They are all grasshoppers on a rope.

"Do you want to mobilize a team of people to deal with that dragon?" the adjutant volunteered.

The frightened Yevgeny thought for a moment, shook her head and refused:

"No, the paralyzing potion on the arrow shot by the barbarian should have started to take effect. She can't fly."

"But the foothills are so large that she could still escape, and we have to put all our hands on this pile."

"Then, be sure to show up as a savior when you see her."

"It's a must!"

It is a matter of wealth, life and future, so much so that the delicate face that was always beautiful and charming in the eyes of humans in the past looked a little distorted due to excessive tension:

"do you understand?"

"Understood!" the adjutant said with his head down.

Yevgeny looked away from the adjutant:

"Tell those barbarians that another dragon has appeared, one that has spit out all its breath, and let them deal with it, life or death. As for the reward, it will be the same as before."

"Yes, sir!" the adjutant took the order and left.

Normally, she would have laughed at the sudden appearance of such a red dragon, but at this time, compared with the silver dragon that had already awakened to the beginning of its magic, it could bring about all kinds of things.

Such a fool who vents his dragon flames as soon as they meet him.

She really doesn't like it!

A few minutes later, the barbarians who received this information became excited.

Another dragon, a young red dragon, still alive or dead, can handle it by himself, will there be any benefits afterwards?

Is there such a good thing?

Is it possible that these high elves got scratched by branches while walking in the forest, and finally opened their eyes?

Among the crowd, only Luoxinde, who was alone this time, did not show any smile on his face.

Instead, he stared in the direction where the fire and smoke were soaring into the sky, and strode away with some staggering steps.

He knocked away a barbarian who was blocking him, pulled out a throwing spear from behind him as he passed by, and when he passed another person, he touched a green potion bottle on his waist, bit the mouth of the bottle with his teeth, and spit out the rubber wood. Bottle cork, expressionlessly pouring it on the tip of the gun.

Luo Xinde threw away the potion bottle and just carried the poisoned spear and two axes on his waist. His expression gradually changed from calm to furious:

"It's you!"

"you again!"

"It's definitely you!"

"This time."

"You must die!!!"

"puff!"

At the southern foot of the mountain range, David casually threw away the last warrior.

A single dragon stood alone in the burning forest, with two wisps of afterglow blowing out of its nostrils:

"This sudden anger is getting worse and worse."

I don’t know if Yilong has been lonely for too long since time traveling. In the past five years, whenever I feel lonely and homesick, I can only talk to myself in my dreams.

Once the accumulated emotions explode, it is often difficult to end them.

When his anger subsided, everyone in front of him who didn't run away and chose to fight with him in the first place was dead.

He wasn't planning on fighting today.

He happily went out to eat at the buffet without provoking anyone, but in the end, someone almost opened the back door.

"It's hard not to be impulsive, isn't it? Brother!"

David looked around at the barbarians who could no longer answer him, shook his head, and prepared to leave.

Although he was even hungrier after the fight, he was still indifferent to the 'food' all over the floor.

After all, it's not a matter of life and death, and you'll starve to death if you don't take another bite. There's no need to challenge your existing three views and past bottom lines to disgust yourself, right?

And after enjoying the cold and refreshing 'Snow Worm Juice' and the 'Burned Whole Beef Feast', he now has no interest in raw meat.

Now he is a young dragon with ambition, pursuit and taste!

But just when David, who had exhausted all his energy and was slightly tired, was fluttering his wings and preparing to take off, the webs of his ears suddenly moved.

Then his whole body suddenly turned back and grabbed the spear that came through the air.

The force of this blow was extremely heavy. The sharp spear tip rubbed against the dragon scales between his claws, creating dazzling blood mist and sparks. It slipped three inches from his claws before stopping in front of his forehead.

"sharp!"

David couldn't help but praise him. He was so professional. If it weren't for the wrong scene, he would have wanted to learn from his teacher.

"Warrior, who are you? Are you here to avenge them?"

Seeing the giant dragon uttering human words without even knowing that he existed in the past, Luoxinde, who was already full of anger, froze and suddenly felt sad.

Without further words, he drew out his two axes, roared in the sky, and charged towards David.

Seeing that someone who looked like he could fight finally came, David was not in a hurry to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, he stumbled, his tongue felt stiff, and his muscles all over his body felt even more sluggish.

He lowered his head and glanced at the thrown spear and the slightly broken claws. He didn't know that he had been hit.

"Nah! I still call you a warrior, but if you can't beat me, I'll poison you, right?"

Despicable barbarians!

【fury】