The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

At this point, David decided to solve the more pressing problem first.

He immediately ignored the drow who looked resigned and resigned, as well as the drow mage who was pushed into the mud by the drow and struggled and was about to die, and slowly came to the cage.

David narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the bright green dragon.

Don't say it, don't say it. Now that you have the leisure to take a closer look, you can see that it is indeed a beautiful dragon that lures the dragon:

Her scales are dark green and bright, healthy and undamaged, and her body is slender but not thin, unlike the red dragon Lizlit who can tell at a glance that she is stunted due to insufficient food intake.

This shows that the other party is physically strong and living a good life. Most of the time, she does not need to fight in person in order to survive. She may even have a group of relatives like kobolds to do daily maintenance for her scales. Order 'Polishing and Waxing', a fresh oil made from animal fat mixed with certain alchemical ingredients.

If you insist on comparing something, using quantifier comparison is a good way to describe it.

Like the green dragon Nymphadora, just like the silver dragon sister Tanya, she is a healthy and normal dragon.

Lizlit, a red dragon with a slender figure, can only be regarded as one for the time being.

As for David, strictly speaking, it can only be described as a head.

In addition, she has medium-sized, straight and sharp dragon horns and spines, which makes her look dangerous and beautiful.

There is a touch of bright gold hidden deep in the green eyes, which are bright and expressive. These eyes alone seem to be able to communicate passionately with him from a distance and seduce the soul of the dragon.

The tail that almost killed him, upon closer inspection, was indeed long and powerful, exuding a charm that any normal dragon could not ignore.

As for the buttocks at the end of the tail, it shows a perfect curve that is more and more attractive to the dragon. It is thin and fruity, fat but not greasy.

This means that not only can it provide better and more beautiful feedback force, but it can also make it easier to produce dragon eggs with a larger radius, thereby producing healthier and stronger offspring.

Of course, now that the age of dragons has come to an end and the social form has been basically deconstructed, the role of the latter is no longer more attractive than the former.

The only thing that might be considered a shortcoming is that he seems to be a little older.

If you replace it with a sub-dragon or a white dragon whose gonads develop faster, the other person will probably be able to fuck him if he is this big.

After all, in terms of human age, the other party is probably equivalent to a cardamom girl who has entered her 15th year.

And himself.

They are probably still little children who have just learned to walk and talk.

It is precisely because of this that he does not feel the slightest bit frustrated about the failure of previous challenges.

After all, he had already mentally expected to lose before that battle:

This battle is not so much about challenging the young dragon as it is about challenging one's limits and honing one's fighting skills.

There is a difference of two ages between the two, more than forty years of development time!

Especially when the opponent is a young dragon who has awakened [Dharmaphilia].

If she can beat this, I guess Aunt Tiamat in the hell of Baator will look at her with admiration, and then she will trick him into becoming his follower in a roundabout way.

Although he, David, has been a little too confident in breaking through the game since time travel, he still has some self-awareness.

It is precisely because of this that even at this moment, he still cannot see through the final purpose of this young female green dragon:

That was because he was attracted to the red dragon baby himself.

After all, he is still just a child!

Dragons can't, at least they shouldn't.

So David first ruled out the correct answer and regarded the other party as a speculative dragon who used him as a springboard to get closer to his mother's legendary red dragon Pavla.

After predicting the other party's purpose, David said with a low voice and a smile:

"You are so courageous that you dare to come to my camp. Do you know whose territory this is?"

Hearing this question, Nymphadora breathed a sigh of relief, and her expression became more humble. Although she was more than twice as big as David, she curled her paws on her chest and said obediently:

"Of course, there is no dragon in all of Scanis who doesn't know that the entire Cattana Mountains centered on the crater belongs to the territory of the Crimson Calamity Master Pavla."

David immediately scolded with a sneer:

"How dare you break in even if you know you?"

Seeing that the situation was more than half clear, Nymphadora's expression became more serious than ever before. She stopped beating around the bush and directly stated one of her main purposes:

"Your Highness Davyutos, a disaster is coming. I, a little young green dragon, just want to seek shelter before the disaster comes."

Speaking of this, Nymphadora's eyes showed a hint of weakness, as if she was following the fate of fate and said:

"If you and Lady Pablo are offended by such reckless behavior, I, Nymphadora, am willing to receive all punishment."

David completely ignored the green dragon's 'show of weakness'. He had already been hit once, but he didn't know that the person in front of him was an old green tea dragon.

I'm afraid he is more thoughtful than those drow.

But the first half of the other person's words still aroused his attention, and he felt a move in his heart and asked:

"Disaster? What disaster? Where did the disaster come from?"

The super volcanic eruption caused by mother Pafula is indeed a natural ecological disaster, but can it still affect a pampered green dragon living a happy life?

"Military disaster, the threat of an imminent war." Nymphadora replied.

David suddenly looked at this green dragon with admiration:

"Oh? In this old continent with little information, you can actually understand this. It's just that you think that the war started by those long ears will eventually burn to our old continent. Even you, a young dragon, can't understand it. Will I be threatened? So much so that I need to seek shelter under my mother's dragon wings? Isn't this too hard to convince the dragon?"

The green dragon explained: "I can't tell how long it will take for the war started by the elves to burn here. It will definitely come, but it will never be now. What I am talking about is the threat of war from within our old continent, Scanis."

"Inside our old continent? You don't mean those barbarians, right?" David suddenly felt a little funny.

A barbarian who could be killed by his young red dragon could also threaten a green dragon? It is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Yes, they are those barbarians and ogres, but now, their threat may not be what it used to be. It may still be insignificant to you and your mother, Lord Pafula, Your Highness, but if the situation is allowed to spread again, If it goes on, maybe it won’t be twenty years, at least for me, I’m afraid I’ll have to move directly.”

The green dragon said something that made David a little confused, and then asked the drow:

"Miss Hiatt, can you please present the gift I brought, the mountain barbarian, to His Highness David Yutos?"

Drow was also a little surprised. The barbarian who was tied up like a roasted suckling pig was actually the gift that the green dragon wanted to give to his master. He immediately looked at his master David.

Then, at David's nod, he took out the barbarian from another small cage not far away.

As soon as he saw the man struggling under the escort of Zhuoer, especially when he saw his eyesight almost splitting, David was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said:

"Good guy, it's you, do you think I can't recognize you because of your tattoo?"

"Uh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! (Monado! My love! I'm sorry for you!)"

The barbarian Luo Xinde looked at the evil dragon so close in front of him, and tears of reluctance flowed from the corners of his cracked eyes.