The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"The Elf clan is protected by the Elf King, but you are asking me to protect your clan?"

Ao Fan's voice sounded, and Lucy's expression changed instantly. She put her head on the ground and said with a slight tremor in her voice: "Dragon King, the Elf King does not intend to protect the night elves."

The Elf clan has countless branches. As the main god, the Elf King has been blessing all clans.

But the night elves are an exception and have been regarded as heretics from the beginning.

Without the protection of the Elf King, the night elves were constantly plundered by other groups because of their unique appearance.

Lucy is a saint, but she can only wander between various small gardens.

Even the night elves were scattered in various small gardens and had no time to care about Lucy's safety.

It is rare to find a saint from the Elf clan reduced to such a state.

At this time, Ao Fan naturally knew the miserable situation of the night elves. The reason why he asked such a question was to test what Lucy meant now.

After Lucy hesitated for a moment, she told Ao Fan the situation she was encountering.

Ao Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "It is not difficult to protect your clan. I promise you this."

As he said that, Ao Fan suddenly chuckled and said in a rather seductive tone: "If you are willing, I can even help you kill the Elf King as well."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lucy's expression changed. It took her a long time to come back to her senses, and her expression was full of horror.

Kill the Elf King! ?

But at that moment, Lucy really felt that she could hardly resist the temptation.

But Lucy knew she couldn't do this.

Once the Elf King is killed, the entire Elf race will collapse, and many already weak Elf races will be completely strangled.

If you want to save the elves, not become the sinners of the elves, and also want to defeat the Elf King, then there is only one way.

That is to replace it!

It's just that Lucy doesn't have the strength at this time, so she can only give up this fantasy temporarily.

Lucy raised her head and looked at Ao Fan, a look of determination appeared on her face.

"Dragon King, Lucy has to do this alone."

Killing the Saint, what an unattainable thing?

Judging from Lucy's current cultivation level, she must at least reach the realm of a saint to have this strength.

But Ao Fan did not attack the other party, but a faint smile appeared on his face, and then he said: "Since you have your own ideas, I won't say anything more."

Lucy nodded, and then stood up, feeling faintly excited.

Being able to receive the Dragon Emperor's blessing may be the most correct decision she has ever made in her life.

…

Ymir was still on his way to the shrine at this time, and his excitement was beyond words.

Things did not go beyond his expectations. As the army of God Realm began to shrink, this was not only the case in Jotunheim, but also in other places.

It seems that the God Realm is indeed in big trouble, otherwise it would not be like this.

As long as their giant clan can unite, they will have a chance to occupy the God Realm, and then they will be the heroes of the giant clan.

At that time, he will be able to become the leader of the giant clan and the new main god!

Every time he thought of this, Ymir could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart, and he didn't even notice much of the strange movements in the shrine.

The figure fell from the sky, and Ymir walked towards the interior of the shrine with his head held high.

As soon as he entered the hall, Ymir was stunned and looked at the chief seat in the hall with a somewhat surprised expression.

Farbouti and Surtur were not there. The things that had been discussed were not seen at this time. Ymir couldn't help but feel a little confused.

After Ymir hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed and he walked towards the throne.

There was a faint excitement in his expression. Since Fabuti was not here, it should be no problem to sit down by himself.

Sitting steadily on the throne, a smile appeared on Ymir's face.

Just as Ymir was immersed in it, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Comfortable?"

“Comfortable~”

"Like it?"

"Like it~"

"Are you willing to let you sit here for the rest of your life?"

"This throne is mine~"

After closing his eyes and speaking slowly, Ymir's eyes suddenly opened, a trace of surprise flashed across his expression.

"who is it!?"

Scanning the hall, he found that no one appeared, and Ymir was suddenly shocked.

Who else is there besides myself in this hall?

"Fabouti, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

After a shout, there was only an echo in the hall, and Fabuti was still not seen.

Just as Ymir was thinking about what was going on, Ao Fan slowly walked out from behind the pillar.

His eyes fell on Na Yimir, and a smile appeared on Ao Fan's face.

"who are you!?"

Ymir looked at Ao Fan warily, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I am the Dragon King."

Ao Fan said lightly, and Ymir frowned slightly when he heard the name.

Dragon King? People from the Dragon Clan?

Why do dragons appear here?

Looking at Ao Fan with an expression full of surprise, Ymir's face darkened and he said coldly: "Are you from the Dragon Clan?"

Without returning to Ymir's question, Ao Fan said calmly: "A thousand years ago, you killed a frost dragon. Is it true?"

When Ymir heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed slightly.

But there was no fear in my heart.

"You want to avenge that giant dragon? It seems that I can enjoy the pleasure of slaying a dragon again."

Hearing what Ymir said, a smile appeared on Ao Fan's face.

The dragon power on his body showed, he looked at Ymir in front of him and sneered: "It seems that you have only one way to die."

"Arrogant, I am extremely skillful in slaying the dragon. You will never come back today!"

Ymir laughed loudly, and a blue light began to gather in his hand, followed by a cold current in the hall.

Countless frosts began to emerge, and Ymir's divine power began to accumulate.

Looking at the frost that spread instantly, a smile appeared on Ao Fan's face.

Seeing that the frost was about to hit, a flame instantly lit up in front of Ao Fan.

The menacing cold current was instantly blocked, making it difficult to take any further step.

The smile on Ymir's face froze for an instant, and he looked at this scene with horror in his eyes.

"How can it be?"

Ymir never expected that his spell would be blocked so easily by Ao Fan.

Ao Fan flicked his finger, and a ray of light spread from the flame.

The moment the light spread, it turned into a flame.

Wherever the flames passed, all the frost was instantly dispersed.

Although the flame was small, it was like an insurmountable chasm, unable to get even close to Ao Fan.