[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

The escape started unexpectedly.

O'Brien thought angrily, whether as a proven mercenary or as a member of an adventure group, it is necessary and important to master the skill of escape and apply it in practice.

But that doesn't mean it's enough to deal with this fatal situation.

The dwarf's curly hair was about to explode, and most of the people were pulling on his poor donkey. He unconsciously shouted in a high voice: "I'm going to be fucked off!"

The screams were so harsh that they penetrated the eardrums, and O'Brien's head hurt even more. I wish I could beat the dwarf unconscious without the love of my colleagues and physically tell him to shut up.

O'Brien couldn't help but look back at the group leader.

Ivan, who was in charge of the rear, surprisingly didn't complain about anything. He didn't even care that Eugene woke up and was cursing behind him. Perhaps it was because all his energy was now focused on the behemoth behind him.

A pair of dark wings reflected in his pupils, set against the boundless green canopy. Twisted shadows floated above this flowing green sea, like the coming of a nightmare.

This was indeed a nightmare, but he would rather it was just a nightmare. O'Brien thought, urging the black horse, whose legs were trembling, to continue running forward.

Who could have imagined that an ancient dragon would appear in the Trembling Forest without warning.

Its huge wings are tightly pressed upwards, as if they are entangled and bound by invisible threads. It couldn't help but hold its head high, and the black scales on its neck revealed a blue-purple color in the sunlight.

It's painful.

Somehow the idea came to O'Brien's mind.

Gu Long's head moved upward several times again. It was struggling, trying to break free from the shackles of the thread, but failed several times. It opens its mouth.

"Be careful of the dragon flame!!" Ivan roared loudly.

Sylvia, who had been silently staying behind Obulin, suddenly put her hand on the elf's shoulder, raised her other hand, and held the white crystal staff high. O'Brien saw countless coats of arms flashing among the crystal stones, and the priest waved his staff and wrote the rules of the magic circle in the air.

Gentle white light enveloped them. And further up, the dragon was simply going crazy.

It wanted to tear the invisible threads on its wings, but its thick and short arms obviously couldn't reach the wings, so it could only instinctively dig at its neck to relieve the pain of the wings.

With this look, O'Brien inexplicably thought of "breaking out of the cocoon".

He couldn't help but look at it again. This huge, rare, and powerful creature has an extremely amazing appeal.

He saw a faint blue appear under the scales on its neck, flickering on and off, like the beautiful scales of a butterfly's wings. Before he could react, he heard thunder coming from the distant sky.

The next second, a thunderstorm came.

bang.

The trees facing it were directly bombarded by the thunderstorm and turned into charcoal, leaving no debris behind. Thunder and lightning flashed with purple arcs, bursting, destroying, and transmitting this uncontrollable force to the earth.

The dragon roared sadly. It attacks everything around it indiscriminately, using dragon flames and its body, like a tantrum baby, unreasonably hating the world it has come into.

Sylvia turned pale. The giant dragon is frantically absorbing the surrounding elements, and the elements come in the form of dragon flames. The gentle water elements of the Trembling Forest all turned into manic thunder elements at this time, which put an extra burden on her body.

The dragon was not too close to them, but the aftermath of the thunderstorm was still inevitably transmitted through the ground and air, hitting the protective shield, making a sound like food being put into a frying pan, crackling and making a mess.

"It's terrible..." The elf with good hearing couldn't bear it, but unfortunately he didn't have free hands to cover his ears. The priest behind him looked even more uncomfortable, his whole body shaking from the impact of the sound.

This is the only magic attack thigh in their team now, so they must protect it well. O'Brien thought, and without much thought, he rolled up his cloak into a ball and used it as a thick scarf to cover the priest's ears tightly.

Escape is in vain, even the youngest dragon can catch up with them after they have run so hard for a long time as long as they wave their wings. But before the dragon's wings open, escaping is their only option now.

The first rule of fighting against dragons handed down from ancient times is: Never fight a dragon head-on.

The dragon is still howling. It cannot fly. The tied black wings can only be used as decoration, and the control over the wings is also gradually lost. It stamped its feet angrily, the ground shook with it, and it threw its senseless wings toward the woods. The beech wood pierced his newly born young wings, and the membrane at the tail end was mercilessly scratched into a big hole by the branches.

For the first time in the chaos of consciousness, it realized that this was not the world it should come to. Its brain is not strong enough for it to think about too many solutions. It only has one thought: it wants to go back, to that quiet nest, the space that gave birth to it.

O'Brien noticed that the dragon suddenly became quiet. Seemingly finding that struggling was useless, it dragged its broken wings and headed west with the support of trees.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but it was only half a breath. No one could predict whether the dragon would choose to come back soon.

"Hurry up and set off the distress fireworks. We need to get to the outpost quickly to explain and report the situation. Although I feel that the movement here is loud enough for them to notice."

As Ivan said, he finally got the chance to knock out Eugene, who was twisting and struggling behind him. "And this..." He frowned. No adventurer was willing to confront a clergy unless he had to. Inside the Holy See of Light He is extremely defensive. Who knows if he will be embarrassed by other priests when he goes on missions in the future. Difficult to handle.

"After arriving at the outpost, hand him over to the 'Purification Knight'." Sylvia suggested softly, "The appearance of the abyssal parasite should have been reported, and by the time, they should have arrived at the base. Let the Holy See's affairs be kept behind closed doors. Solve it and save some face so that we can meet each other in the future. But now..."

She lowered her eyebrows and slightly pulled down the cloak and scarf that O'Brien had wrapped around her. A thin sigh came out of her throat, "Now we have to face a big trouble."

Green shadows shrouded them again, and rustling sounds came from all around. Snake-shaped vines poked their heads out, staring at the intruders in the shadows. Tiny noises are endless and cannot be ignored. They are like a small hook hooking the ears, making people feel itchy all over.

"Evan." Arnold said hoarsely and swallowed, "Those abyssal parasites have awakened."

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Riverside.

The giant dragon fell exhausted into the Sumiai River. The strong air current blew up the petals of the surrounding white flowers, and they fell from the sky like some kind of spectacle. The stream washed over its eyelids, and it refused to move, letting the fragile petals gently cover its hard scales, like snowflakes covering the earth, which soon became completely white.

The river water... has the smell of... mother...

It is about to fall asleep, all the sadness and anger are diluted by the river water, the temperature of the stream is similar to its cradle, and it is about to fall into deep sleep again in peace of mind.

Half asleep and half awake, it half-closed its eyes and saw a human walking across the water.

Ah, it's him, the young man in gray robe.

It bared its teeth at him in a demonstration, revealing the white sharp teeth in its mouth. Now it is not as fragile as it was in the cocoon, and cannot be manipulated by him.

But the boy in gray robe was not afraid and walked straight up to it, holding up a spindle-shaped seed under its eyelids.

The dragon's eyes shrank, like all beasts, and the amber pupils condensed into a line.

It remembers the taste of this seed, that's its...

"Go back to the cocoon, Helios." The young man said, "This place does not belong to your laws."

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Green is flowing.

It was like a lump of moldy paint that had completely lost the original refreshing feeling of green, and was squirming forward in a sticky mess.

Sylvia witnessed the feeding of the abyssal parasite with her own eyes.

It was a Gale Rabbit that accidentally broke into this place. It moved erratically and escaped as fast as lightning, but its meat was delicate. It was a magical beast that many adventurers would choose to fill their stomachs with during their journeys.

The green fern snake-like Abyss Parasite followed behind it, taking its time.

Sylvia's mind was in chaos. This may be the aftereffect of the thunderstorm just now. The hunting in front of her in a daze overlapped with the teacher's words in class.

It was an old professor, and Sylvia liked his class, although his words were criticized by some students as not being pious enough.

"The first is to hunt." The professor coughed twice, and she heard the sound of chalk hitting the stone slabs. "The abyssal parasites will give priority to snake-like bodies. Some scholars will think that this is a kind of ancestor worship, but I think this is simply This is because the snake-like body is easier for them to move and inject their prey."

"Abyss Parasitism is an element. It has the tendency of elements, but it has no brain."

The professor's words caused a burst of laughter in the classroom, but he still maintained his seriousness and continued to speak, "We all know that if it is not purified by light in time, the abyssal parasite will remain dormant in the body, and death cannot let it leave. In biology After the body dies, the abyssal parasite will completely occupy the body, including the organism's brain. This will make the corpse appear in a state of 'resurrection'. Snakes have no limbs, and control only requires the simplest crawling. This is undoubtedly the optimal solution. "

The Green Fern Grass Snake wrapped around the Wind Rabbit's hind legs and opened its mouth.

"Then comes the injection." The professor drew a picture on the slate, but she could only rely on her imagination. "This part is the same as that of a snake, but what is ejected from the fangs is not venom, but abyssal parasites."

But this time, Sylvia saw it. The green fern snake had no fangs, but it had more young branches. They inserted into the body of the wind rabbit and sprayed the elements. Against the backdrop of the wind element in Gale Rabbit's body, Sylvia saw the appearance of the abyss parasite for the first time. They were threads, much like plant fibers, and very thin conduits. The elements in the Wind Rabbit's body are not so much swallowed by them as they are transported by them.

Where is it shipped?

She remembered that after the professor's lesson, she had chased him because she was confused.

"Professor," she asked, "If the abyssal parasite is an element, it will definitely obey the conservation of the element. The element will not disappear, it will appear in the form of other elements. This is an iron rule. That...the element that was swallowed Where did it go?"

How did the professor respond? Her brain hurts.

"Sylvia!" She heard a call from nearby.

"Sylvia!" O'Brien wanted to shake the water out of her head, wondering why she was suddenly in a daze at such a critical moment. He waved the mechanical crossbow on his arm, and the arrows nailed the green fern grass snakes to the tree trunks, but the abyssal parasitism that was constantly moving based on instinct was still driving the vines toward the elemental area.

"Protect yourself!"

The priest was obviously frightened, and raised his staff as if waking from a dream.

The huge ball of light gradually expanded at the tip of the staff.

Then, burst.