The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 20 Despicable
Not to mention Evgeny as the planner, all the high elves present breathed a sigh of relief.

On the surface, they regained their previous calmness and elegance, but their hearts still couldn't stop beating wildly.

Although strictly speaking, they were just Yevgeny's subordinates, and they only obeyed orders.

But it's about a metal dragon, or a silver dragon baby dragon. Once such a bad thing is revealed, and the other party is not like a wandering young dragon as the officer deduced before, it will be so troublesome, but it will be completely blown up. .

Metal dragons and five-color dragons have completely different parenting policies, especially gold and silver dragons.

Compared with the five-color dragons who have no sense of responsibility at all, metal dragons have gone to the other extreme, and are more inclined to overprotect, so that a consensus has slowly emerged over time:
That is, if you have nothing to bully and bully adult gold and silver dragons or even young dragons that have already left their nests, it may be no big deal.

At most, invite three or five friends to come over afterwards to find the place.

Once you get your mind on a baby dragon, it's basically like stabbing a hornet's nest.

They will not reason with you, but they will come out at every turn, and their soldiers will come to the city.

Although the high elves are not afraid of war, how could the elf king rashly start an inexplicable kingdom due to the fault of a group of soldiers who turned black and white and rushed forward in such a matter that was completely unreasonable in terms of "righteousness" What about war?
So the most likely result is that even if they escaped the pursuit of the silver dragon parents all the way by boat, they would still face being thrown out by the elf king as abandoned children due to the collective pressure of the silver dragon group and even the metal dragons. .

Then, under the witness of all the high elf nationals and even the clansmen's reviling and the metal dragons, they faced a trial destined to ruin their reputation.

He was completely condemned to death on the pillar of shame.

This terrible consequence is simply more terrible than death.

But on the contrary, as long as the deduction of the chief is still solid, then they can explain it by "saving Miss Silver Dragon" from the siege of the barbarians in the north, and successfully rescued her from the grasp of the scarlet calamity Pavla .

Even if things are not as they imagined, it doesn't hinder anything at all.

They never hurt the baby dragon all the time, didn't they?

Moreover, which silver young dragon wandering outside can refuse the temptation to return to the group?

And they can do it by building a bridge, through the hand of the Elven King.

At that time, on the triumphant avenue leading to the royal court in Devensell, the people who greeted them
There will be cheers and celebrations lining the streets!
There will be tears of joy from the tribe!

The Elven King will personally reward them.

Metal dragons will also grant them friendship.

At that time, they will no longer be the low-level soldiers who may not see any upward passage for hundreds of years if they don't set foot on the battlefield, or they will always need to charge on the front line of the confrontation with the drow elves.

But a hero!

Forge a solid peace defender from the friendship of dragons!
Such an opportunity has never been seen in a thousand years!
No one among the high elves who had been bewitched by Evgenysau's speech could refuse such a bright and prosperous future and exciting pictures.

on this matter.

All of them high elves.
They are all grasshoppers on a rope.

"Do you want to transfer a team to deal with that dragon?" The adjutant volunteered.

Yevgeny, still in shock, thought for a while, shook his head and refused:

"No, the paralyzing potion on the arrow shot by the barbarian should have started to work, and she can't fly anymore."

"But the foothills are too large, and she still has the possibility of escaping. We must get everyone on the pile."

"Then, when you see her, be sure to appear as a savior."

"It's a must!"

It is a matter of wealth, life and future, so that in the past, the delicate face that was always beautiful and charming in the eyes of human beings was distorted due to excessive tension:
"do you understand?"

"Understood!" the adjutant ordered.

Evgeny looked away from the adjutant:

"Tell the group of savages that another dragon has appeared, the one that has spit out its breath, and let them deal with it, regardless of life or death. As for the reward, it will be the same as before."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant took the order and left.

If it was normal, she would have accepted the sudden appearance of such a red young dragon, but at this time, compared with this silver young dragon that has already awakened the beginning of magic and all the things it might bring
Such an idiot who vented the dragon's flames as soon as he met him.
She really doesn't like it!

A few minutes later, the savages who received this information were excited.

Another dragon, a red baby dragon, it doesn't matter whether it is alive or dead, it can be disposed of by itself, and there are benefits afterwards?
Is there such a good thing?
Maybe the group of high elves finally opened their eyes after being dragged to their buttocks by a branch while walking on a catwalk in the forest?
Among the crowd, only Lossinde, who was alone this time, did not show any smile on his face.

Instead, he stared at the direction of the soaring flames and smoke, and walked a little staggeringly.

He bumped away a savage in front of him, pulled out a javelin from behind him as he passed by, and touched a bottle of green medicine bottle at his waist when passing by another person, bit the mouth of the bottle open with his teeth, and spat out the rubber wood. The cork, pouring it on the tip of the gun with no expression on his face.

Lossinde threw away the potion bottle casually, just holding the poisoned javelin and double axes on his waist, his expression gradually changed from calm to furious:

"It's you!"

"you again!"

"Absolutely you!"

"This time."

"You must die!!!"

"puff!"

At the southern foot of the mountain range, David casually threw away the last warrior.

Standing alone in the burning forest, the dragon spewed out two embers of flames from its nostrils:

"Huh, this sudden anger is getting higher and higher."

I don't know if it's because a dragon has been alone for too long since crossing. In the past five years, whenever I feel lonely and homesick, I can only talk to myself in my dreams.

Once the accumulated emotions explode, it is often difficult to end.

When his anger calmed down, all those who didn't run away and chose to fight him hard at the first time in front of him were dead.

He wasn't going to fight today.

He didn't provoke anyone, so he happily came out to eat a buffet, but in the end, someone almost opened the back door.
"It's hard not to be impulsive, isn't it? Brother!"

David looked around at the savages who could no longer answer him, shook his head, and was about to walk away.

Although he was even hungrier after a fight, he was still indifferent to the 'food' all over the floor.

After all, it’s not a matter of life and death, and if you don’t eat another bite, you will starve to death. There is no need to challenge your existing three views and the bottom line of the past to disgust yourself, isn’t it?

And after enjoying the cold and refreshing 'Snow Worm Juice' and 'Fire-roasted Whole Cow Feast' one after another, he can't even arouse the slightest interest in raw meat now.

Now, he is a three-good young dragon with ambition, pursuit and taste!

But just as David, who had already exhausted his air and was faintly tired, fluttered his wings and was about to take off, his ear webbing suddenly moved.

Then the whole body turned back suddenly, and grabbed the throwing spear that came through the air.

The force of this blow was extremely heavy, the sharp tip of the spear rubbed against the dragon scale between his claws, creating dazzling blood mist and sparks, and slipped three inches from his claws, before it stopped in front of his forehead.

"Great!"

David couldn't help but praise, he is so professional, if it wasn't for the wrong scene, he would have wanted to learn from a teacher.

"Warrior, who are you? You came to avenge them?"

Seeing the dragon spit out people's words, he didn't even know that he existed in the past, Lossinde, who was already full of anger, froze at his feet, and suddenly felt sad.

He simply stopped talking, pulled out his double axes, and charged towards David with a roar.

Seeing that someone who looked capable of fighting finally came, David was not in a hurry to leave.

It's just that he just took a step when he staggered. He felt his tongue was stiff and the muscles all over his body were even more stagnant.

He lowered his head and glanced at the thrown throwing spear and some broken claws, but he didn't know that he had been hit.

"Nimma! Thanks to me calling you a warrior, if you can't beat it, you'll be poisoned!"

Despicable savage!

【fury】

(End of this chapter)