end of time

"Your Majesty the Queen."

"Master Ernest, is there any result?"

Lucinda looked at the dignified expression on the prime minister's face, and knew that he must have found something.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ernest flipped through a dilapidated ancient book he had brought, and pointed to the dim and blurred pictures and words on it to show her.

"According to what you described, that thing... should be the evil dragon sleeping in ancient times in the north, Kamaia."

Countless sharp arrows were aimed in the direction of the magic dragon hovering in the air.But there is only contempt and cruelty in the red gold longan.

These dusty elves are as stupid as ever, how could ordinary bows and arrows hurt them?At best it was just an itch.It looked at the beautiful city in front of it, and it decided to go in. It likes to destroy, destroying all beautiful and lovely things, this is its nature.

Watching the elf warriors shoot arrows at its hard scales one after another, but all of them fell to the ground.It became more and more proud, swung its tail, and flew towards the city wall behind the silver-white river.Its eyesight wasn't very good, so it didn't notice the blond elf on the elf warrior's back, the deer Sananos, who had been quietly watching him.

With its head held high, it approached straight towards the elf warrior. The elf king on the deer's back suddenly jumped up at the moment it approached, and directly met its chin with his sword!

Camaya... Lucinda thought about Ernest's words while rocking the little prince's cradle.

"The flames can burn all black-scale dragons. The ancient elf king shot his head with an arrow of glory, and the third scale behind his left eye seriously injured him, and he fell into the bottom of the sea... disappeared for more than ten thousand years"

She had heard from ada that the Arrow of Glory was an arrow made by the ancient Elf King with a very precious wood and high-quality black iron, and that kind of wood was extinct in most parts of the Central Continent. In the southern part of the Great Green Forest, Known as Yuanta.

But falling to the bottom of the sea... so... what was that that appeared above the Great Greenwood?She frowned.

A royal city guard walked in.

"Your Majesty the Queen."

She looked up.

"The residents of Charon City evacuated to the outskirts of Amonlan, praying for shelter and shelter."

"What's wrong?" Lucinda was startled.

"General Phinos said that a fire-breathing dragon appeared on the outskirts of Charon, and His Majesty ordered all residents of Charon to withdraw."

Lucinda stood up abruptly.Asked in disbelief.

"Ink scale?"

The guard looked at her in surprise: "Yes."

Vallar!Taking a deep breath, restraining his beating heart, he beckoned the maid to take her seat.

She hurried back to the Council Hall to write a letter, stamping her coat of arms.

"Open the city gate and let them in. Also, be sure to hand this over to Lord Ernest himself. He will know how to do it!"

She only had time to say this to the guards before she took down the Juanta bow and arrow hanging on the wall, paused for a second, then turned around and hung the dagger that Thranduil had given her at her waist, and then rushed out .

"Zenias, let's go!"

The magic dragon Kamaiya has become anxious.Its movements were not slowed down by the ten-thousand-year sleep. The elf's sword brushed past his chin. It was startled, and quickly flapped its wings and turned back.But the elf refused to let go, and the sword went straight up and pierced his eyes.

It gathered strength and spewed out raging fire, forcing the elf to the side, and only then did it have time to stop in mid-air to catch its breath.

The golden eyes narrowed fiercely, looking at this elf who was always calm and cruel and direct.Blonde, blonde again!

The elf king who forced it to fall into the deep sea to sleep and cultivate for thousands of years in ancient times is also blond!

Before it could spit out flames again, the blond elf charged up again with his sword, threatening to take its life.

Every time it takes a step forward, it will be forced back by him.Its flames were always shunned by him and the stag with its huge antlers.

Thousands of years ago, the overlord of the north, the Kamayan dragon, had been fighting this blond elf king for a long time, and gradually became impatient.

The rain of arrows from the elf warriors couldn't penetrate its hard scales, but made it go berserk, and it spewed raging flames from high altitude and burned many warriors to death.The Elf King took a bow and arrow from the soldier beside him, aimed at his chin with less scales and shot it out. This time, the arrow pierced into the hard skin. The demon dragon roared to the sky, turned around suddenly, and the golden vertical pupil burst into thorns every inch of it. Like black thorns, a menacing fire spat out at the elf king holding the sword.

Thananos turned around quickly, a strand of blond hair flying in the air was almost stained with sparks.The elf king on the deer's back jumped up, holding the long sword and trying to slash at its relatively soft snout, but this time the evil dragon was already prepared, shook his head slightly, and spit out another ball of flame.The Elven-King landed safely on the branch of a tall fir tree.Kamaia screamed upwards and flapped her long wings, the fir tree fell in response to the sound, and the Elf King jumped down and landed directly on Thananos' back.

Damn it... This beast is invulnerable, and the flames are fierce. If this continues, it will only become more and more unfavorable!

The grass was scorched black, and the corpses of elf warriors fell on the ground. It seemed that the air could still be vaguely smelled of being scorched by high temperature.

The elf king's eyes lit up with a raging fire.

"Thuranduil!" The voice of the red-haired elf who rushed over overnight came to his ears.

Thranduil's body froze!

Lucy!What is she doing here!

"The third scale next to its eye!" cried Lucinda on horseback, wishing all the warriors could hear, "Yuanta! Use Yoanta! Shoot the third scale next to the eye!" Scale! That's his deadly spot!"

The third scale...

Thranduil turned his head to look at the giant dragon that kept circling and roaring in mid-air.

Yoanta Arrows...

The forests of the south were dark, and the Yoantarin had withered away.

If you can still find Yuanta's bow and arrow there... the ice blue eyes suddenly froze.

Lucinda her!

No!

Although Kamaiya didn't understand Elvish language, he also intuitively felt that what the red-haired elf said might hurt it.Immediately, with a long howl, he quickly rushed towards the elf on the black horse.

"Zenias!"

Shen Jun's black horse quickly galloped to the right.The elf with a bow and arrow on his horse jumped up, grabbed a vine hanging from a nearby unburned tree, and gently swung onto a leafy beech tree.Covering his figure with thick branches and leaves.

He raised his head, his eyes met hers through the gaps in the leaves.

The giant dragon is still circling and neighing in mid-air, the next step is the silver moat, and further south is the homeland where the elves will never allow the enemy to set foot!

I have a way!

No!

Believe me!

be right back!

Let's see how my hundreds of years of archery are doing, teacher...

She just nodded slightly at him, a playful smile flashed across her eyes, she turned around and jumped up high on the branches.His long red hair swayed in the scorching wind like a heroic torch.

"Cameya!"

The blue-eyed elf held the big bow of Yuanta stretching like a full moon in his left hand, and the four sharp arrows glowing with cold silver light between the fingers of his right hand slowly hit the bowstring and lined up.

Just like the battlefield in the west thousands of years ago, his scorching palm covered her almost weak hand holding the bow in time, holding her right hand holding the long arrow and pulling it back slowly and firmly.

Only this time, there is no lead.

The longbow had become her arm itself.It has merged into her meridian, permeated her blood.Share weal and woe, connected in one vein.

Thousands of years ago, she practiced archery hard to avenge her elder brother.

Thousands of years later, she raised her bow and arrow only to protect their country.

No hesitation, no fear, no nausea, no fear of killing.

Quietly and soberly, she watched her fingertips calmly bloom like lotus petals...