Miss Elf Dragon

Silthwaite became angry for a moment, then calmed down again and stopped arguing with the succubus Dimos.

"Pelotina, it doesn't matter if you don't leave with me this time. I will wait for you and find you again."

Silthwaite said these words word for word, like a promise and an oath.

His decision to give up temporarily was a helpless move. Not to mention that the sudden appearance of the principal of the magic academy made him feel unfathomable, but if Pelotina in the form of a dragon insisted on not following him, there was nothing he could do. After all, he was so big. Silthwaite gestured weakly in his heart, feeling a little unbearable. Xiaoxu covers her face

After being restricted in power again by the angry God of Light, his current strength is really not good enough. He is just an ordinary saint-level strongman. Among all the guardians and admirers of Pelotina, he is not very outstanding and proud. Erli has the absolute right to speak, so during the next period of time, he must first find a way to regain some of his divine power.

Perotina didn't know Silthwaite's plan, but seeing how easily he let her go this time, she still felt lucky in her heart. She just wanted to escape from him quickly, so she didn't think about anything else.

Du Wen frowned slightly and lifted his thin gold-rimmed glasses to the middle of his nose.

The God of Creation was soft-hearted and unwilling to get rid of this descendant of the God of Light, but the other party still wanted to possess and even imprison the God of Creation, and he kept trying. This made Du, who was bent on clearing the obstacles for the God of Creation to regain his status as a god. Wen was unhappy.

His eyes behind his glasses were shining with thought, thinking that he should still find a chance to get rid of this troublesome divine descendant.

In this way, the few people were ready to set off again. Silthwaite said that they should send Perotina safely away from the maelstrom of the Warcraft Forest before leaving.

But then something unexpected happened, forcing them to pause again at the dangerous moment when the artifact was about to mature.

"Ah, so uncomfortable"

The orange-red little dragon kept rolling on the ground, sometimes curling up, sometimes straightening up in discomfort. No matter what, it felt uncomfortable and sad.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Timos approached her worriedly, wanting to see what happened to her.

"Don't touch her"

Silthwaite warned aloud, but it was still too late.

"what"

Timos, who touched the scales on Pelotina's body, screamed in pain as if he had been scalded by boiling water above 100 degrees Celsius. And Perotina seemed to be infected with a virus, and she cried out in pain even more intensely. The bright red blood under her orange-red scales was boiling and rolling, driving huge energy.

"Her bloodline power is out of control now. Your attributes are comparable to hers. Contact with her will cause the bloodline's active defense, which will not only cause harm to you, but also make Perotina more painful."

Du Wen explained on the side, he frowned and felt a little at a loss.

The blood power of the Dragon Clan is the foundation of this clan's strength and contains countless secrets. Even though he has lived for many years and has seen many things, he still can't figure out the secrets of the Dragon Clan. At this time, the Pelotina Gang Not too busy.

The God of Light, who regarded the Dragon God who was friends with the Demon God as his imaginary enemy, had explored the secrets of the Dragon clan, which made Silthwaite, who belonged to the god, also know some of it. But just because of his understanding, he found it even more difficult, because no matter which way to guide Perotina to control the sudden burst of blood power in her body, it would require a dragon of the same family to do it.

"Perotina needs a dragon now."

Silthwaite said this with a stern face, feeling powerless and a little angry at his helplessness.

Du Wen's eyes lit up.

"Pelotina's cousin and several other tribesmen are in the Duolun Empire. I will send a message to them immediately."

As he said that, Du Wen looked at the increasingly weird scene in the sky, and then looked at the orange-red little dragon lying sadly on the ground, which seemed to be getting better.

"You guys should take Pelotina and go out as far as possible. It seems that Pelotina won't always feel so uncomfortable. It's better to leave the Warcraft Forest, a dangerous place, first."

After the meeting, Perotina also told Du Wen about the arrangement of the God of Light in the Warcraft Forest, which aroused his shame. He bluntly said that such an approach was no different from those evil magicians regarded as heretics by the Holy Vatican, and even because of their Greater power would create more serious dangers, which made Silthwaite, a god belonging to the God of Light, silent for a while, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Okay, just leave Perotina to me, I will take good care of her."

Silthwaite directly ignored the burden of Deimos and said that Du Wen could go to Long Lai to help Perotina without any worries.

"Ah."

Du Wen agreed, took another look at the handsome god in an ice blue magic robe, and whispered a few words into Perotina's ear, who was not yet fully conscious, and turned around and left quickly.

"Uh-huh."

Perotina was in a daze, as if she heard Du Wen's words, but she didn't remember them at all. She tried hard to think about it but couldn't figure it out, so she decided to give up this uncomfortable job. She tilted her head and fell asleep comfortably.

Seeing the weak and defenseless Perotina lying on the ground, Silthwaite felt soft in her heart. He stepped forward to support her, trying to move her to a more hidden place, where it would be safer. Fortunately, the powerful bloodline power fell silent at this time, so he could touch her.

But Silthwaite, who was holding Perotina's big head, tried hard for a long time, but only moved her a short distance. The softness in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Silthwaite, who was slightly blue-faced, turned his head and pinched Deimos, who was standing motionless at the side, with his eyes. He disliked this follower for being too short-sighted.

"Why are you still standing there stupidly? Why don't you come over and help me move Perotina."

Silthwaite said the adjective "move" with some difficulty, and the two sober people present felt helpless.

Hey ~

Doron Empire.

Gargamel walked out of the newly resplendent Duolun Palace without staying on the street for long. He walked quickly along the paths, and after twists and turns, he came to a secret and desolate wooden house. Opening a wooden board under the bed in the wooden house, Gargamel followed the tunnel into the dark and cold dungeon.

Lighting the only torch at the door of the dungeon, Gargamel held it up and walked to a cell with a stern face, where a woman with disheveled hair was hanging. Her clothes were gorgeous and complete, but they were a little dirty at the moment.

"Tell me what you know."

Ivy, who was hanging weakly, slowly raised her head and looked at Gargamel through the hair hanging in front of her eyes, with a complicated expression.

"Your Highness, you are curious after all."

,Wonderful