The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

At this moment, some of the high elves who had been ordered to be recalled had already heard the news and rushed over.

Just when they suddenly encountered the tragic and terrifying scene at the scene, they were all shocked by the intensity of the battlefield that was completely beyond the standards.

Didn't it mean that there was only one red baby dragon?

They all believed that it was a chance encounter with a young red dragon that was in estrus!

"Sir! Are you okay?" Several elf knights hurriedly stepped forward, and a spellcaster quickly applied [Elemental Energy Protection] and [Quick Treatment]

But she was pushed away by Evgeni, and she endured the physical pain:

"Hurry! Chase! Scatter the people away from the south. The red dragon will never be able to run too far with its dragon breath. We must find them!"

"yes!"

"Wait! Their injuries are also serious, especially the red dragon. Be sure not to use force this time. Once you find them, just hold on steady and wait for me to come!"

"Yes! Your Excellency!" Although the elves looked embarrassed, they did not refuse.

At least this time, they weren't sent to fight the dragon head-on.

The elves were scattered, but as time went by, Yevgeny, an old fox on the battlefield, quickly discovered that something was wrong.

The red dragon kept breathing with that momentum, and even if it blew out its lungs, it would still be able to run ten miles at most.

But she had been waiting there for almost four hours, and no one came back to report.

‘Is there a third force involved? ! ’

This possibility that made her extremely uneasy immediately jumped out of her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it became.

"Those barbarians? Impossible! Those barbarians definitely don't have the courage!"

"Did the Crimson Disaster know about it? No, if Pavla had been awakened, I would never be able to stay here safely now."

Yevgeny bit her thumb and kept rolling her eyes, laughing at herself:

"Is that another dragon?"

"Or. Our mortal enemy, the drow, may have landed?"

Yevgeny's eyes narrowed heavily, then slowly widened again, and she smiled with relief as if she suddenly found the answer.

Yes, at this time, it seems that only the shadow dancers of the drow can do this quietly!

"adjutant!"

"arrive!"

"Ayena, you ride Pegasus around the port, return to Devensere, and inform the lord of my plan and everything here."

"Yes!" Adjutant Ayena immediately accepted the order.

Only this time, she obviously hesitated:

"What about you?"

"Me? Of course I will continue to fight for my lifelong dream of becoming a glorious dragon knight."

Ayena opened her mouth, but in the end she did not dissuade her. Instead, she looked at her commander with a serious and respectful look for the last time:

"May the elves and gods protect you, and I will live up to my mission!"

"Go." Yevgeny waved his hand.

Watching his most trusted confidant ride away on Pegasus, Yevgeny then ordered:

"All except the Moon Shadow Assassin Formation."

"Here!" All the elves seemed to realize something and took a step forward.

"You continue to search carefully towards the southern foothills. You must find them before the group of drow. Don't alert them, and don't let the group of drow get close to them. Can you do that?"

"Eldrinsgai (we will do our best!)."

"Very well, just try your best, go ahead."

"yes!"

After the main force left, Yevgeny turned and looked at the few Moon Shadow assassins who were left alone:

"You are the only ones left. Are you willing to follow me and fight a losing war with our old enemy, the drow?"

"Dell Serlingsmeier (I'm glad to go!)"

"Very good, then, let's set off. Our group of old friends may be waiting for us at the port."

Evgeny looked in the direction of the port on the west coast, took a deep breath, and showed a free and bright smile.

Just like the day she first joined the army with the dream of becoming a dragon knight and leading the dragon knight army to regain the Middle Earth.

If this is fate.

She also wants to drown together with her dream in mind.

At the southern foot of the mountain range, the blood-stained drow mage staggered towards Siatt, who was in a sorry state but had sharp eyes. He reported pitifully:

"Boss, just as you expected, those high elves also dispersed their reserve troops."

As she said this, she looked around for a week and almost knelt down:

"Isn't it? Are we the only two left?"

But there was no regret in her eyes for the loss of her companions or for abandoning them and running away. Instead, she took advantage of the situation and pretended to be pitiful:

"But that's right. I don't know which elf lord those high elves came from. They are so strong. I also met a sword dancer when I came back just now. If I hadn't saved a spell slot, I almost died there. It’s over.”

"Stop talking nonsense." Siatt seemed a little inexplicably irritable.

"Boss, please tell me directly. Should we chase the two young dragons, or should we fight back to the port, steal the ship and go home?"

As if by fate, the choice that was previously placed in front of the high elf Yevgeny also fell on the drow elf Siat.

Yevgeny chose to have both, but Siatt felt sad for a while and then sneered:

"Home? Where do we drow come from?"

"Then let's go chase the dragon?"

"No, let's go to the port." Siatt said almost coldly and resolutely.

She has been wasting in this old continent for five years. Now that the opportunity she has been waiting for for five years has finally arrived, she cannot choose to give up no matter what.

"What? But those two dragons look like they are at their limit. They may have fallen into a deep sleep now. And if we go to the port, we will only have two elves left."

"The limit? I thought so too five years ago. What's the result?"

Siatt looked at this guy with an idiot look, who always felt that he was mentally deficient but was miraculously able to become a spell caster:

"Let's go home."

The matter has come to this, and the rest is irreversible, but if she doesn't go home now.

She didn't know whether her younger brother Chretien would survive his coming-of-age ceremony.

Setting foot on the road back to Spider Nest City and taking Chretien away at all costs is her only hope at the moment when she is trapped in a quagmire.

"As for those two dragons, there will be a long time to come. Right now, we can't afford to offend either of them."

But just as the two remaining drow embarked on their way back to the port with the same determination as the high elf Yevgeny, a long-lost familiar voice that made their hair stand on end sounded:

"Oh? So, after these five years of cleaning up, you have become quite self-aware now, dear Miss Zhuoer."

Plop.

Before Siatt could do anything, the drow mage, who was Pig's teammate, immediately knelt down and surrendered at the speed of light with tears streaming down his face:

"I'm sorry!!! Don't kill me! I was wrong! We really can't afford to offend you. As an apology for being disrespectful back then, I can do whatever you want me to do!"

Siatt raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, which felt like it was about to split on the spot.

At that moment, I don't know what kind of decision she suddenly made, and she turned around in relief.

"Long time no see, Mr. Dragon."

"After five years of separation, you have become more powerful and domineering."

She looked up at the red dragon David, who was supported by the silver dragon Tanya with a dragon wing. She took off the drow scimitar and the black dagger and threw them on the ground. She slowly raised her empty hands and said with a smile. :

"Like her, as long as you let me live, I can do anything."