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

Gregar took Ilsa and flew over 700 nautical miles towards the direction guided by Aiden's spirit, and landed on a quiet coast.

Since the energy left by Naija on that lock of hair is negligible, Aiden has not been able to track the exact location of Naija for the time being, so he can only tell Gregar that they have arrived within [-] kilometers of Naija. Should be to the northwest of them.

Gregar immediately flew to the sky to overlook the northwest, and all he could see were dark green mountains of varying heights.

Such terrain is conducive to Naija hiding in it. When Gregar enters the ground to search, the range of perception will be weakened by the surrounding mountains. Coupled with the enchantment barriers Naija hides around, the perception of Dragon Horn will be completely restrained.

"Ilsa," Gregar asked calmly after landing on the ground, "What is the maximum energy density of the witch barrier that your plasma can penetrate?"

"Snow Deer Barrier." Ilsa has never tried to detect the maximum impact of plasma energy, but he only knows that breaking through the Snow Deer Barrier is not an easy task for him.

It is even difficult for him to penetrate any part of the snow deer barrier at will. After breaking through the snow deer barrier twice, Ilsa found a shortcut, which is to launch hundreds of lightning punctures at the barrier within a certain range at the same time. The most severely damaged location must be the location where the energy density of the barrier is relatively weak.

After finding the weak point, Ilsa will concentrate his strength to attack the point. Once he breaks through the barrier, even if it is a hair-like gap, he can use the air inside and outside the barrier to combine with the plasma in an instant to come back. Block the repair and fusion of the defensive barrier, and manipulate the high-density ion repulsion of the plasma state to expand the damage of the barrier until the damaged barrier can allow itself to pass through.

Although Little Panglong didn't even need to breathe a few times during the whole process, he still felt that this was the limit of his strength, and he was very tired.

Gregar stared at the spoiled little dragon with a smirk, and questioned: "You didn't just try to break the snow deer's witchcraft barrier, did you?"

The little fat dragon held his head high and chuckled disdainfully, and replied proudly: "Issa has experienced many battles."

Among the people who claimed to be experienced in battle in front of the God of War Gregar, many graves were already tall, but this little chubby dragon was not trying to bluff.

Just as he really felt that his mother's dragon wings were bigger than Gregar's at the beginning, he also really felt that his fighting strength was not much worse than that of the big bad dragon at the moment.

In order to gain the respect of his temporary teammates, Ilsa also counted the record of destroying Hidden Island in the first place, and counted them one by one. There are always a hundred opponents. It is not entirely bragging to say that he has experienced hundreds of battles.

It's a pity that Gregar is not easily bewitched. He asked pragmatically, "Experienced in many battles? Except for Snow Deer's witchcraft enchantment, who are the other 99 witches you have dealt with?"

Ilsa was silent, staring at Gregar with hatred.

"I understand." Facing the young dragon with only "once" combat experience, Gregar concluded: "You have never explored the limit of your own strength, so now, please fly to the sky, towards the mountains in the northwest direction In the gap, try to send out an electric light with all your strength, breaking through all the witchcraft barriers in this mountain, so that we can perceive the enemy's true position."

Ilsa was expressionless: "Is this enough? Just to break through all the barriers? Why don't Isa go straight through Naija's head so that Brother Gary can go home before dark and eat Grandma Bonnie's newly baked meatloaf?"

Unfortunately, Gregar does not have the ability to distinguish between "seriousness" and "sarcasm". His eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise: "Have you already perceived the location of Naija's real body? You don't need to kill him, you can strike first." Dizzy him."

There was a touch of despair in Ilsa's eyes.

It feels like a punch has been punched in the cotton.

Communication between these two dragons is destined to be difficult.

Due to the lack of communication with the same race during the breast-feeding period, the little fat dragon, the outside world does not understand what he wants to do. Over time, Ilsa has developed the habit of indirect expression, especially in emotional expression. There is a certain degree of obstacles. Most of the time, he will express his dissatisfaction by showing the unreasonable demands of the other party.

This unique way of expression often makes the accused think that this little chubby dragon has a poisonous tongue and strong attack power.

But Gregar was different. Due to the loss of emotion, Gregar couldn't recognize the unreasonableness in Ilsa's words. On the contrary, he felt that the little chubby dragon was much more reliable than expected.

This kind of reliability is false, Ilsa's real meaning is: If he has such a great ability, why should Gregar follow him?

The problem was getting Gregar to accept the facts.

Ilsa spread her dragon wings with a "snap" and flew to the sky ([-] meters above the ground), clasped her hands together, and then slowly separated them, a purple lightning ball gathered in her palms——

"Uh...ah——" Ilsa showed that she had tried her best through gritted teeth and exaggerated volume, and finally launched the high-density plasma compressed into the size of a fist toward the northwest!

The lightning flashed past at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye!Locked by Gregar's keen gaze.

Gregar rushed high into the sky in an instant, and watched as the ball of lightning flew a hundred meters away, then became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a small purple flame the size of a fingernail and extinguished at a distance of 400 meters...

Gregar thought the young dragon was still weak, but he didn't expect it to be this weak.

He looked down at Ilsa in the low sky in surprise, and saw the little chubby dragon staggeringly landed on the ground, knelt on one knee as if exhausted, gasped for a moment, and murmured in a hoarse voice with difficulty: "Water...water... ...Issa worked so hard..."

Gregar landed beside the little fat dragon calmly, and said ruthlessly: "I will not be deceived, Ilsa, the energy you released just now is less than one-thousandth of the energy you released when you fought with the mermaid that night No matter how lazy I am, I will definitely sue Liu Guang."

Ilsa immediately stood up, spread her dragon wings, and flew towards the northwest without any love.

A faint sentence floated back in the wind: "Then don't get too fancy, brother Gary, Isa will go back to eat meatloaf before dark."

Gregar immediately caught up with the chubby dragon, and asked the little chubby dragon: "Why don't you try to break through your own strength? Ilsa, the plasma energy you exploded when you were three years old can be sensed by me in Snow Deer City." Yu Bo, more than ten years have passed, but you have not advanced but retreated."

It is difficult for Gregar to understand the thoughts of this little chubby dragon. Dragons are naturally war-loving races, and they have an extraordinary obsession with power. Even though Gregar already has a limit speed far exceeding that of his peers, he will still instinctively try to break through ego's limit.

But this little chubby dragon seems to be deliberately suppressing his own growth.

Ilsa squinted at the big bad dragon with a look of disgust: "Then I like the obedient Issa——Issa wants to be kind, that said."

Gregar became more and more confused: "The dragon clan is weak, but it doesn't mean it is kind."

"Issa is amazing! That said." Ilsa continued to quote the elf's famous quotes, refuting Gregar's humiliation.

Gregar smiled and retorted mercilessly: "With your current strength, if the opponent's strength is close to mine, you can at most guarantee that you will retreat unscathed. Is there anyone you want to protect, Ilsa? For example, that elf, such as your parents, if they are in a critical situation, are you going to grit your teeth and send out a ball of plasma that can only impact 400 meters to deal with the enemy?"

No one had ever humiliated Ilsa's combat effectiveness so directly and concretely.

"You...you...are you very good?" Ilsa's anger turned into helpless panic under Gregar's questioning. He stammered and wanted to fight back, but at this moment he suddenly recalled the past six years. The fact that he was injured by two Aowei dragon warriors in order to protect the elf.

Ilsa's eyes became a little aggrieved, as if her tail had been stepped on, she turned her head and ignored Gregar.

"The talent of stopping time can only protect yourself, why not try to break through another talent of yours? You can obviously do it."

A sentence of pressing questions made Ilsa even more flustered. He refused to look at Gregar, and kept avoiding to the left, almost hitting the side of the mountain wall.

"Isa must be kind, Nana said." As if to cheer herself up, Ilsa repeated this sentence in a low voice.

"As I said, kindness and strength are not contradictory." Gregar did not soften his heart when he saw the young dragon panic like a kind elf, and his questioning was always extremely sharp.

"No!" Ilsa suddenly turned her head and glared at the bad dragon angrily: "The bad ones will make Isa unkind!"

Gregar frowned, and said in a low voice: "I am your clansman, you don't need to speak to me in your poor common language."

Ilsa seems to be very repulsed to express certain things, but for the humiliation of "weakness", the dragon's instinct makes him intolerable.

So, he told Gregar a secret that no one knew, a secret that had troubled Ilsa for many years——

When Ilsa is manipulating the purple electricity, she can perceive the emotions emanating from the creatures within the plasma envelope.

For example, when encountering a wild beast in the forest, if the wild beast is chasing its prey, once it enters the range covered by Ilsa's purple lightning, the fierce killing intent of the beast will be transmitted to Ilsa's mind through the purple pulp.

It's not that he hasn't tried to break through the limit of the purple pulp's control range, but he has accidentally discovered that when the purple pulp covers a large number of prey, countless fears and hostility will also erode into his brain.

Ilsa will be forced to absorb the sharp killing intent and darkness, and in an instant wants to smash all the living beings wherever the purple pulp passes.

It was an irresistible thirst to kill.

It will make him different from the "good Ilsa" that the elves like.

In Ilsa's world, strength and kindness seem to be contradictory.

"Issa be kind, Nana said."