I Killed the Dragon

Behind the wall of thorns, Gray and Arlo stood in a secret place looking at the army outside, as well as the panicked King Stephen.

Ailuo looked at the man, frowned his good-looking brows, and asked angrily: "So, he is the guy who stole the wings of the godmother?"

"Yes, it's him, otherwise he wouldn't be so shocked to look at Mary Pheasant's wings and say it's impossible, and ask her why she has new wings." Gray nodded, confirming her guess.

"What a despicable guy, it's too unfair that this kind of person can still become a king." Arlo said angrily.

In her eyes, the king must be a benevolent, enlightened, and broad-minded person. She did not expect to be a villain, which is shameful.

Stealing the wings of the godmother, and now attacking the forest again, this guy is really bad.

"So, aren't the wings behind the godmother her first wings?" After Arlo finished scolding Stephen, his eyes fell on Marie Fison's wings.

When she saw this pair of wings before, she thought that the godmother had already retrieved her wings from the thief and held a banquet happily for her.

Unexpectedly, the thief was also surprised by this. It seems that the godmother's wings are still with him.

Gray nodded affirmatively, and said contentedly, "Of course not, that was made by me, it's pretty, doesn't it feel particularly amazing for the bright gold and the darkness of Marie Fissen itself?"

He made the wings of the godmother?

Arlo glanced at him deeply, but did not continue the conversation, but looked outside the forest, "I really hope that the godmother can punish this thief. Such a thief is not worthy of being a king. It is shameful."

Arlo was very angry, very angry, but she was raised by a few not-so-smart elves since she was a child, and she didn't know how to curse, and a shameful sentence could already express her detached anger.

Regarding this point, Gray did not comment, but just watched it quietly, and thought to himself:

Of course Marie Fissen had already punished him, but the method was not on him, but on his daughter, intending to make him feel pain.

It just didn't seem to be a punishment, after all, he didn't care about it himself.

Moreover, his daughter just slept for a while without feeling any pain, and the time she slept for was less than an hour, which was not as long as the time for a real sleep.

However, this king was different from what they had imagined. He seemed to have endured some torture. His complexion was very poor and his eyes were bloodshot. If he stimulated his spirit again, he might die suddenly.

Marie Fissen's eyes are cold, but her heart is a little flustered. She has no magic anymore. It's okay to scare people with wings, but how can we repel them.

If you linger and just look at it like this, it's not her character, she will definitely be found to be a bluff.

Let Carlisle cooperate with him?

It seemed that there was only this way. Mary Faison made a decision and gestured to Carlisle below, and she was about to get angry.

At this time, Gray suddenly stepped up into the air step by step, walked to Mary Phison, and cast a magic on her so that she could stand in the air without flapping her wings.

"King Stephen?" His gaze fell on Stephen, and his tone of doubt seemed to confirm his identity.

"Who are you?" Stephen's eyes widened. There is a second powerful elf in the forest? Then my behavior today seems to be really looking for death.

One Marifissen is enough for him, and now there is a second one. Is the kingdom going to be destroyed?

"It doesn't matter who I am." The man with double horns and wings on his back said indifferently, his eyes shuddering with the cold that ignores everything.

"The important thing is that the wings you stole must be sent back to the Moor Forest before sunset today, otherwise I will kill you, destroy your castle, and imprison your soul in the flames forever, burning day and night until Your soul burned to ashes."

As he said, a ball of flame appeared in his hand, and the flame uncovered his power. The heat wave made the armor on the knights start to become hot, and big beads of sweat dripped off their heads.

"Mary Fissen is a kind fairy. Even if you stole her wings, she didn't kill you, but I hope you understand that we are not always kind, and killing people is a good choice when necessary."

"Send back your wings, and vowed to never invade Moore Forest for any reason. This is the only reason you can live."

Gray didn't give him a chance to speak anymore, and as soon as he appeared, he directly controlled the entire negotiation with a tough stance, throwing out a result he must accept.

Stephen swallowed, but still felt his throat dry and uncomfortable. The billowing heat wave hung over his head like a sharp blade. He didn't dare to refute, and tremblingly said, "I...I swear!"

I just sent my wings back, and didn't say what to do to me, I should be fine.

"Very well, go away, remember, the wings did not return to the Moor Forest before sunset, my flame must fall in your castle."

As he said, Gray shot a flame and fell on a rock outside. The huge rock turned into hot red magma in a moment.

"I see!" Stephen fought with his teeth, nodded tremblingly, no longer caring for face, and turned around as soon as he pulled the horse.

As soon as he left, the soldiers quickly turned around and rushed away as if they were amnesty.

They are fortunate, but fortunately they haven't fought, otherwise so many people might die here.

No one dares to say that his body is stronger than that rock, and it is more resistant to burning.

If it is really stained with sparks, it is estimated that when the family came to collect the remains, they would not even be able to find their ashes.

"Thank you!" Marie Fison watched the human army retreat, secretly relieved, turned to thank Gray who was standing next to her.

"You're welcome, after today, they probably won't come to attack Moore Forest again. You can maintain temporary peace." Gray nodded.

Judging by King Stephen's performance today, he has no courage to attack Moore Forest. As for whether his successor will attack again after he is old, it is difficult to say.

However, at least for a short period of time, the two sides will maintain peace~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is enough, and it depends on the elves themselves.

At noon, Marie Fissen’s wings were pulled out of the forest by a team of soldiers in a carriage and placed in a glass cabinet.

Even if her wings left her body, they still did not ‘dead’. In this glass cabinet, they still remained active. It seemed that as long as the cabinet was opened, it could spread its wings and fly high.

Mary Faison wanted to fly out and get the wings back. Gray only slightly hooked his hand, and the glass cabinet with the wings flew in by itself.

"I can do it, too." Mariefsen whispered. Before she lost her power, using magic to control objects to fly was just a piece of cake.

Gray treated the words of envy and jealousy as if he hadn't heard it. He held down the glass case with one hand and looked at the black wings inside.

It seemed to feel that the owner was nearby, so it seemed very active and wanted to return to the owner.

"Open it!" Marie Fissen eagerly said, she also wanted to merge with the wings.

Although the wings Gray gave her were good, they were only magic items, not real wings. It was her own wings that made her more handy, and her own wings were stronger and could fly up to the clouds.

There was a longing in her heart, eager hope that the wings would return to her.

"No, wait!" Gray raised his hand and held her shoulder to make her feel at ease.

"What's wrong, did Stephen do something to my wings?" Marie Fissen said in a deep voice, now that she has lost her strength, she can't feel something.

So Gray stopped her, she suspected what Stephen did to her the first time.

After all, she has no hope for Stephen's character, that is, a scum, who can do everything. If she does anything to her own wings, the possibility is very high.