The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

There is still a quarter of an hour before the time to break the city that Hino ordered.

On the mountains and plains on the outskirts of the main city, the islanders sat black and dense.

For more than half a month, rumors that the "Son of God" wiped out gang forces in three towns overnight have spread across half of the island.

Hearing that the townspeople in the town saved by the "Son of God" will no longer be robbed, tortured and killed by gangsters, and no longer need to pay gang protection fees, a large number of islanders dragged their families and moved to three small towns.

So far, Ilsa, who has been mythically called the "Son of God", has become the most concerned thing of all the islanders.

Just a few days ago, Andre told Ilsa the exact location of the elf, but told Ilsa to break into the city at the right time according to Hino's arrangement.

From the moment he heard the news, Ilsa went straight to the border of the main city, eagerly waiting for the time ordered by the elf to arrive.

Because the map of the island is too simple, in order to understand the distribution of roads and rivers in the main city, Ilsa climbed up the highest mountain in the suburbs, overlooking the entire main city, and constantly optimized the route in order to reach the elf in the shortest time.

Losing the news of the "Son of God", the islanders in the three towns fell into uneasiness and kept asking Bob, the spokesperson of the "Son of God", about Ilsa's whereabouts.

Bob was worried that the townspeople would panic, so he told everyone frankly that Ilsa was about to give the islanders a gift from the gods—taking the main city, overthrowing the brutal rule of the half-blood nobles, and saving half of the island residents under Busoru's rule.

The townspeople were so moved that they burst into tears. With the mutual encouragement of everyone, the young and middle-aged men of the three towns decided to rise up and attack the main city together with the "Son of God".

As a result, more than 7000 followers of the uprising grew behind Ilsa, who was standing alone on the top of the mountain planning the route.

Ilsa didn't care why these people followed him, anyway, no one could catch up to him when the time was up, so he still stood on the top of the mountain and stared at the target spot.

Bob, who has been serving tea and water beside the little chubby dragon and taking care of the daily life, is very nervous.

Seeing the boy's purple pupils as sharp as swords and staring coldly into the distance, Bob worried that when the time came, the boy would stretch out a pair of dragon wings, jump down from the top of the mountain, and fly to the palace in the main city.

At that time, all the islanders behind him will see the pair of overly recognizable dragon wings. Some people will definitely guess the boy's true race, and I don't know what kind of controversy it will cause.

Bob wanted to persuade Ilsa to hide somewhere else for a while, and then flew away quietly when the time came, and he worried that such an unreasonable request would make the young dragon feel cold.

This dragon god came down to save the islanders, but the islanders were prejudiced against his race. How helpless and sad this child would be when faced with all this?

The more Bob thought about it, the more he felt distressed, but he didn't know that he didn't need to worry about the little chubby dragon in front of him suddenly taking off.

After thinking twice, Bob finally plucked up his courage, walked to the edge of the cliff, stood side by side with Ilsa, and said softly, "I would like to take the liberty to ask, do you plan to fly directly down the mountain from here in a while?"

Ilsa came back to her senses after hearing the words, her sharp purple pupils staring at the destination suddenly drooped, and she looked coldly at the abyss below the mountain top.

Originally, her mind was always on the elf's side, but at this moment Ilsa realized that she was actually standing at such a high place.

In the blink of an eye, Ilsa turned around and hugged Bob beside her.

"?" Bob turned his head and looked at the boy hanging on his body expressionlessly.

After a long while, Bob asked suspiciously in a low voice: "Is this the dragon clan's way of saying goodbye? Are you going to fly down the mountain now?"

"Hmmm! Hahhhhhhh!" Ilsa pretended to clear her throat and admitted that she could fly, but she didn't answer Bob's question.

Sure enough, Bob looked worriedly at the heavy fat dragon hanging on his body, and begged in a low voice: "Forgive me for being unreasonable, please believe that I and the islanders are very grateful for everything you have done, but the islanders were killed by the mixed-blood nobles." They are very afraid of the Dragon Clan, can you not take off in front of so many people? Can you go to the mountainside not far away to avoid it first?"

Regarding this kind of request to take the initiative to send steps to protect her dignity, Ilsa, who was not in the air, generously nodded and agreed without even thinking about it.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Ilsa jumped off Bob, and disappeared in front of Bob's eyes in a blink of an eye, without a trace.

Xinuo didn't expect that the lord would reserve a mixed-race army to deal with him.

He has never encountered such an opponent, who not only has the indestructible defense of the trolls, but also uses witchcraft to disrupt his vision, making him unable to find the exact direction to push the enemy away with the elemental barrier.

At this moment, Hino was like a blind man, he could only rely on Andre beside him to hold his hand to remind him which direction the enemy was in.

The two sides fell into a stalemate, the mixed-blood army could not approach Shino, and Shino could not break through their defenses.

But if it continues to consume, it is impossible for Xino to consume hundreds of mixed-race soldiers.

So he used the sacred stone to open the way, followed Andre out of the palace, and fled down the mountain.

But within a few steps, the way down the mountain was blocked by the witchcraft enchantment condensed by the soldiers behind him.

Like a trapped beast, Hino could only turn around to meet the enemy, using the air barrier to keep pushing away the mixed-blood fighters attacking from all directions.

He has no time to take care of himself, and it is difficult to protect Andre beside him at the same time.

Andre's left arm had been stabbed by a long knife, but he was still protecting Shino's side. He grabbed a soldier's weapon and swung the knife to resist the powerful enemies that kept coming.

Outnumbered, not long after, the two were forced back to the edge of the cliff by a group of mixed-race warriors.

"The lord doesn't want to hurt you, but just wants you to go back to the palace and wait to be summoned." The leader of the half-blood warrior stuck his long knife on the ground, took off his helmet, showed sincere respect to Hino, and approached slowly: "No Do pointless resistance, please come with me."

Without saying a word, Hino raised his hand towards the comer, and the soil under the half-blood warrior's feet rose up in an instant, binding him to the spot and making him unable to move.

"Get out of the way!" Hino raised his hand and looked coldly at the soldiers who surrounded him.

Andre on the side was already a little dazed due to blood loss, and kept shaking his head, trying to stay awake.

An intuition of approaching danger hit him head-on, and Andre immediately concentrated his energy, carefully distinguishing the witchcraft around him, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw it!

It turned out that the soldiers surrounding them ten paces away were just illusions. There were two mixed-blood elites hiding their breath with their powerful innate power. At this moment, they were only a short distance away from Hino. A warrior suddenly raised a dagger towards Hino's wrist, ready to strike. Abandoned his hands that can manipulate natural elements.

"Be careful!" Andre raised the long knife and stabbed it to the right, and swung the dagger that was stabbing at Shino away. With a twist of his wrist, the long knife stabbed straight at one of the half-blood warriors!

There was a crisp sound of "clang", and Andre's long knife was swung away by another mixed-race warrior's dagger. The warrior who missed the blow came back to his senses, and swung his knife at Xi Nuo again!

Seeing Andre's attack in the air, Hino immediately guessed that there were enemies around who were approaching with a sneak attack using blindfolded witchcraft. He raised his hand to condense the airflow, and attacked in the direction where Andre swung his knife!

The two mixed-race fighters were caught off guard by the airflow, and one of them raised his hand in a panic to criticize the invisible airflow, and subconsciously kicked the elf out!

Behind is the cliff.

When he came back to his senses, Andre and the two mixed-blood fighters reached out at the same time to pull the elf back, but it was too late.

Hino was pushed half a foot away and fell straight into the abyss.

The breath of death rushed towards him, and the desire to survive brought Hino back to his senses in an instant, struggling to adjust his posture, waving his hands to grab hold of the cliff.

But he flew too far, and it was impossible to touch the cliff with his legs stretched out. He could only adjust his posture in mid-air and wanted to fall face down. As long as he condensed the airflow with balanced impact on the ground before he fell to the ground, he could use the recoil force Allow yourself to fall safely.

But there was nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't turn around.

The rapid fall made Hino gradually lose his calmness and reason. He grinned and tried his best to gather airflow into the void, but he still couldn't adjust to the right direction.

The sharp wind howled in my ears, my heartbeat had reached its limit, and my breathing was choked in my throat.

Hino stopped struggling, tried his best to keep calm, tried to face the back with his palms, and was about to detect the height, but suddenly felt a strong wind hitting his side!

From the corner of the eye, I saw the huge purple dragon wings flash by!

In an instant, Hino felt his back fell into the bend of his arms, sinking slowly, the cushion was just right, and there was no pain at all.

The falling stopped for an instant.

Hino was led by that embrace, and flew westward like an arrow following the inertia.

The crazy heartbeat gradually eased, and the tense limbs that twitched suddenly became soft like cotton. Just as he was in shock, he raised his eyes in confusion, and saw Ilsa's big face that made him feel at ease.

"Is it really you? Ilsa..." Hino's voice was low and hoarse, his emotion was indescribably excited, and he stared at Ilsa's expressionless chubby face with red eyes.

But then, he noticed something strange from Ilsa's frowning brows and bewildered purple pupils.

Turning his head and looking around, he had already been dragged by Ilsa's amazing flying speed, and they were gliding for a thousand meters in the sky together.

Hino finally realized a problem, turned his head to look at the little fat dragon, and asked tremblingly: "How did you fly up?"

Ilsa couldn't answer this question, because the moment he saw the elf falling off the cliff, he lost his ability to think. He didn't know the reason for the current situation, and he didn't know how he appeared on such a terrible high place. air.

But now that he was holding the elf in his arms, his mood gradually stabilized, his sanity returned, and he remembered the fact that he couldn't fly.

At this critical juncture, Ilsa hugged Hino, which triggered a fatal weakness of the Dragon Clan—if they feel helpless and fearful in front of someone they rely on in their hearts, the underage Dragon Clan will instinctively fall into a state of suspended animation and seek help.

Ilsa admitted that he had pretended to enter a state of suspended animation many times when he was a child, but at this moment, he really began to lose consciousness involuntarily and his eyes were empty.

So, Hino saw in horror that the little fat dragon suddenly tilted his head after a burst of panic, closing his eyes and fainting like standing on the cabinet when he was a child...

A dragon and an elf rely on the wide dragon wings to glide high in the air, and gradually descend.

"Ilsa...Ilsa?" Hino swallowed, raised his hands tremblingly to hold the chubby face, and suddenly began to shake the dragon's head violently: "Wake up! Wake up! I'm an elf! Even if you pretend to be dead, I can't lift you up and fly!"