After being crushed by a dragon, I became a god!

Is it a dream?

Everything in front of Islia was a barren darkness, with no one and no source of life.

She clearly felt that in this dark and shadowless world, it was oppressive, dark, dense, and there was a terrifying killing intent...

The figures in the distance overlapped and chatted with each other.Islia wanted to hear clearly, but she could only hear the confusing words like "Holy Light Body... nothingness... annihilated".

She closed her eyes, and her sense of hearing became extremely sensitive. Even though she was still in a drowsy state, she could still hear the sound of the dress rubbing against her ears.The wind was soft, and the man's breathing was very clear...

breathe?

Islia's fragmented brain finally recalled the girl she saw before she fainted, but because she couldn't distinguish between enemy and friend, she couldn't trust her wholeheartedly.At this moment, he worked harder and harder to open his eyes, forcing himself to keep a clear mind.

Annabelle was taken aback by her sudden frown, she quickly threw the wet towel under the stone bed, and quickly put away the rolled up sleeves.Coughing twice to adjust her embarrassment, seeing Islia who was gradually waking up, she thought about it and took a step back.Only then did he put on a reserved and haughty expression, with his small chin raised and his fair face revealing an arrogant expression.

After doing all this, she seemed a little embarrassed again, she pursed her lips and quickly glanced at Islia, and found that she was gradually waking up, and immediately changed her expression back.

"Hmph, I'm awake!" Annabelle was extremely nervous inside, but what she said was very domineering.

Islia supported the bed with one hand, lifted the other hand from the velvet quilt, rested her white and slender wrist on her forehead, and rubbed it gently to relieve her discomfort.She tried to mobilize the priest's spells to heal her body, but because of the conflict between the two forces in her body, she couldn't mobilize a trace of light elements at all. Those light elements seemed to be dead, and they didn't give her mana to respond.

She tried her best to suppress her disgusting feeling, got off the bed, and performed noble etiquette to Annabelle.

"Get up." Anna snorted. She quickly glanced at Islia, who was getting up, and wanted to go to help her, but because of her status, she didn't want to let go of her airs, so she could only rub her hands in the long-sleeved white Shaxia squeezed her own fingers.

Islia thought of the white and clean foreign dress, and she could keep it clean wearing such high-quality clothes in this demon forest, which meant that this person was either very powerful here, or had an unusual status.

"Thank you for your help, is this still the realm of the Demon Forest?" Islia watched her reaction calmly.

"Of course it's within the territory!" Annabel raised her head, "I am the princess of Azelan III, a bold pariah, and I still don't kneel down to salute!"

have to.

Islia's heart skipped a beat, feeling that she had met the little princess.But didn't the little princess of Azelan III disappear three years ago?How did it appear in the magic forest on the edge of the kingdom?She had also guessed that she was a dignitary in the forest who didn't know the race, but her guess was wrong.

But since it was the princess who disappeared three years ago, why did she dress up so well?

What does this have to do with the Dory Sea Dragon?

She felt a bit of a headache, especially the behavior of the dragon giving her own power for no reason not only scared her, but also made her suspicious.What is the relationship between the princess in front of me and the sea dragon?Did she know that the Dory Sea Giant Dragon was absorbed by her?

Islia felt a little annoyed.

She originally came out of the house to get rid of the troubles at home, but she didn't expect that the troubles she encountered not only did not decrease, but increased dramatically after she came out.

Her complexion was not obvious, she was still neither humble nor overbearing, and her heart had already begun to worry about these sudden uncertain factors.

"His Royal Highness." She had no choice but to perform a more humble and appropriate etiquette.

Annabelle actually just wanted to tell her that she was a princess.It's just that she grew up being flattered and flattered, and she is not very good at communicating peacefully with inferior people. In her eyes, it is a great honor to talk to ordinary people, let alone look at her.

But when she saw that Islia kept her actions and actions low, she was not so happy in her heart.

She muttered something really annoying in a low voice, and cleared her throat trying to salvage something: "Get up, pariah."

... It's better not to say it.

She saw that the smile on Islia's face faded a lot.While Annabelle felt annoyed, she also felt overwhelmed, and there was also a trace of inexplicable anger.

She was angry that she couldn't speak, and she was also a little angry that Islia had gone too far. She was obviously a princess, but she still didn't flatter her like others!

Terrible!Where should she put the face of her princess?

Fortunately, from the time Islia saw her and knew her, she was in contact with the expression of looking at people with her nostrils.At this moment, I don't bother to argue with her. For such a noble and arrogant person, Islia really has no interest in making friends.

People like Annabelle are full of pariahs, and they disdain to communicate with commoners like her.The most urgent thing is to leave quickly, find a suitable place to dissipate the strength of the body, and then think about how to exchange for mother's white crown.

Thinking of this, Islia made a few turns in her heart, and thanked her earnestly. The etiquette movements on her hands and body were all the same:

"Thank you Your Highness for your great kindness," she said the following sentence as usual with others, "If you come to my place useful in the future, please tell me."

Islia kept smiling gently, because of her poor physique, her face was too pale, and she didn't seem to have a trace of blood.

"Okay!"

Unexpectedly, the proud princess followed Islia's words and agreed to her.Looking at the pale girl, Annabelle thought to herself, "I'll just pretend you're begging me to protect you!", thinking that she would be with Islia throughout the rest of the journey, she felt even more excited.

"Hey, His Highness allows untouchables to accompany you."

Islia's complexion was a little tense. If she hadn't taken the lady course, she would have cursed aloud.

In fact, she is unwilling to have too much contact with such a pampered and special person.One is because it is extremely troublesome to get along with, not only have to follow the powerful but also patiently guide; the other is that if the head of the Garris family, her good father knows about it, he will definitely make a big fuss again.

"You—think about it," Islia lowered her head, revealing her fair neck. Her skin was too white, and the thin blue blood vessels on her neck could still be seen from Annabelle's direction.She heard Islia say, "Your Highness, I have been injured, and I may not be able to protect you on the way."

"If you don't mind, mercenary workers..."

The delicate princess didn't want to hear any explanation, she snorted coldly, "My Highness told you to follow, why? Don't you want to?"

Islia: "..."

How can this be done, my head is bald.

"Extremely happy." She smiled on the skin without smiling.

Annabelle was very happy. She moved closer to Islia, wanting to put her arm around her and help her up.But she also felt that she should not do such a thing due to her noble status, so she was hesitant to do something. After hesitating for a while, she stretched out her small hand and handed it to Islia.

"Help me!"

She said arrogantly.

Islia: "..."

Well, she, a wounded person, actually wants to coax her teammates who are like gods.

Due to her status, she reached out to support Annabelle.As soon as it was put on it, the little princess was unhappy again, and suddenly withdrew her hand, hugged her paw, and yelled at herself with red eyes: "What are you doing!!"

"???" Islia was stunned, she didn't know how to maintain the smile on her face, "...Help Your Highness..."

The palms touched by Annabelle and her were warm. Feeling the soft jade fingers that had just been inserted into the hand, the fragile heart thumped.Because of the secret excitement and excitement in her heart, the circles of her eyes were red.

"Don't touch me!" She suddenly yelled loudly, and withdrew her hand abruptly.

Islia glanced at the princess who was blushing for some reason and had a thick neck, as if she was competing with her, and then glanced at her red eyes, taking it for granted that she was mad at herself—because she was touched by a pariah (her) Jin Gui's hand.

Islia also figured it out, anyway, that's it, so she can do whatever she says.

You said support, okay, let's support.

You say get out, okay, I'll just slip away.

Annabelle glanced at Islia, who was standing beside her, who was exceptionally quiet. Moyo guessed that her words hurt her.After hesitating for a while, he fought frantically in his mind, and finally called back to Islia, and made a new request:

"Hmph, I want you to hold hands."

"?"

Islia couldn't understand it at all.

But what to do, the princess is an aristocrat, and her arrogance is also an aristocrat, she can't afford it.

Islia could only reach out and hold the little hand next to her.Annabelle, who was held by hand, seemed a little uncomfortable, and kept rubbing her arms along the way. Every time Islia thought she was going to let go of her hand or lose her temper, she remained silent again.

The two walked in a tacit understanding. Islia didn't ask about the relationship between the Dory Dragon and Annabel, and Anna didn't ask Islea where the dragon went.

Islia felt that she had no right to ask. After all, the other party was in charge, and with such a personality, it was hard to guarantee that she would not lose her temper if she asked.And Annabelle knew everything, but she didn't want to tell Islia the truth, so she just kept silent.

Until the middle part near the demon forest, the atmosphere began to be wrong.

White smoke from nowhere rose up, and there were strange screams at the front, louder than louder.Because of the sudden enhancement of hearing and vision, Islia could clearly perceive each other—six fourth-level phantom wolves.

broken!

You must know that whether it is a magician, a warrior, or a monster, they all have their own levels.Islia was an intermediate magician before, which is equivalent to the strength of Warcraft 4-6.Originally, Islia had no problem dealing with the phantom wolves, but the problem was that the opponent was dispatching six of them together, which was equivalent to her having to single out six people of the same level as herself. This was a difficult task that could not be done at all!

There was the existence of Ariels before, and the two of them never encountered a monster along the way.Now without Ariel, their chances of encountering Warcraft have greatly increased.The light elements still couldn't be mobilized, they were like a group of disobedient children, deliberately making trouble at special moments.

If this is the case, she still has to protect the princess, because this is the responsibility of the magician, and it is also the glory of the magician.

Islia silently raised her right staff and pointed it at the six monsters.Where she couldn't see, there was a glimmer of light in Anna's eyes beside her, and murderous intent surged in her eyes.

Feeling Anna's movement, Islia, who thought she was afraid, let go of her left hand and held her in her arms.The protective ring on her wrist came off, and the bracelet printed with three layers of spells was shining brightly in the dim forest. She gently put it on for Annabel.

Islia's exquisite face was illuminated by the cursed light, showing a holy and pure posture of heaven and man.

Amazement flashed in Annabelle's eyes, and it was even more of the joy of being sheltered.She hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hands, and hugged Islia's slender waist, resting her head on her shoulder, obediently playing the role of a timid princess.

Only at this time did Annabel realize that she was half a head shorter than Islia.She was about to be pissed off by this fact, but because she was being protected by Islia, she gradually became excited.

Islia closed her eyes and tried to mobilize the light elements again.But this time, what gave her a reaction was the blue mana that had been entrenched in her body before, sinking like a dead sea.

With her mobilization and singing, the mana was running at high speed in her body. Islia's long golden hair floated in the air with the fluctuation of mana. When her azure blue eyes opened, a golden light flashed.The magic wooden staff in his hand has also become no longer ordinary, overflowing with weird spells that no one has seen before.A strange chant appeared in Islia's head, and a voice told her: "Read! Read!"

Islea read it obediently.

In an instant, the magic staff completely erupted with huge energy, and the deep and huge power was emitted along with three small crystals.In an instant, the surrounding sounds and howls all disappeared, and the white light suddenly brightened.

Then a huge shock wave appeared in front of her eyes, and most of the forest in front of Islia was burned to nothing by the spell.

To what extent?

Islia stood still and saw the town of Mobius.

She actually pierced through the Demon Forest directly!