The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 265: Imported Stirring Stick

The most special winter feast in the human world has finally come to an end, just like David's dragon's breath fireworks that always burn out.

It's a pity that David, who had just recovered his strength, found that his ambition of another big fight was in vain.

It's not that Nymphadora and the others have the worldly sense of shame that humans have, it's just that they've passed their estrus period.

Unlike humans: humans do not have estrus, but have evolved into a perverted species that is in estrus every day of the year.

It is very difficult to find out the estrus periods of five-color dragons.

David felt quite sorry for this, but he didn't force it.

Although he could be guided slowly, it wouldn't be good if the three dragon kids happened to bump in and take a look. David still had to be old-fashioned.

Without the drive of desire, he naturally returned to the main topic of his trip like a saint and a Buddha.

After listening to David's question about the battlefield intervention against the high elves, Nymphadora did not rush to answer, but nestled her body, which was now smaller than David's, against David's side.

Just like two big cats huddled together for warmth, they held their paws and narrowed their eyes slightly and asked:

"I remember you once told me that you and Lady Artilisia used to be thieves by carving teleportation arrays on items in order to obtain the centennial incense seeds?"

"That's right." When he recalled the ridiculous things he and his father did together when he was a young dragon, smile lines of reminiscence appeared on his face.

‘It turns out that it has been so many years since I came to this world. ’

But I still don’t quite understand what this has to do with dealing with the endless harassment of high elves.

I saw Nymphadora also smiling with some evil intentions and said: "I think we can definitely make a 'hundred-year-old fragrant seed'."

"Oh?" David's eyes lit up as he finally understood Nymphadora's intention.

Yes, what these high elves do now is not much different from thieves.

Especially due to the volcanic ash disaster caused by the dragon mother Pavla, even though the climate has returned to normal, the desire for food has deeply rooted in the races, including the high elves.

In addition, there are magic items like [Portable Cave], so the most likely thing these elves will do when looting materials is not to burn them on the spot, but to find ways to transfer these battlefield materials.

And this kind of thing is not uncommon. In the Blue Star next door, there are also endless news about weapons used to assist Xiao Mao being sold to the black market in the Middle East.

It's all business after all.

Especially for the high elves who were fighting a positional war besieging the Eight Peaks Mountain Fortress in Scanis in the Old World.

These things are all in urgent need.

How can I be willing to destroy it?

But immediately he said with some regret:

"But this tactic can only be used once." It is difficult to eradicate the root cause.

Because whenever this tactic is revealed once, the high elves will immediately become alert and make two choices:

Or simply be forced to give up the looted war supplies.

Or increase the caster's inspection and screening of looted materials.

Based on the nature of high elves, it is more likely that they will implement both at the same time, that is, selectively giving up parts and screening high-value materials.

"Once is enough. They are high elves, especially the current leader is the Elf Queen Arathia from Toril's Evermeet Island."

"Do you have any explanation?" David suddenly realized that compared with Nymphadora, a green dragon who was the natural enemy of elves, he still didn't understand such contradictory creatures as elves.

"Have you ever heard of the Harpers?" Nymphadora asked.

"Harpist? Old friend." David suddenly became happy.

David had not only heard of it, but at least a dozen of them were now imprisoned in the ‘Hell Fortress’ located in the Analok Desert of Toril.

They still come one after another, just like Calabash Baby saving grandpa.

They are also known as: 'Faerûn's most nosy people'.

It is undeniable that most of these guys alone can be regarded as "good guys" in the eyes of intelligent creatures. However, the composition of these guys is extremely complex:

There are humans, half-elves, elves, some halflings, dwarves and even forest fairies and centaurs. There are even many "sea police" bronze dragons along the Sword Coast along the coast.

But after all, elves still account for the vast majority, which also leads to these guys often using unscrupulous means to achieve their goals, and being too 'black and white'.

As time went by, it became 'notorious' in the eyes of many forces.

Just like a group of all-pervasive cockroaches, they have to take care of everything and mess with anything they don't like.

So much so that sometimes their destruction of a regional order is no less than that of their mortal enemies, the Zhentarim.

Nymphadora also smiled: "It's easy to understand if you think of the group we are meeting now as the evolutionary branch of the Harpers in Ellaria. However, they were influenced by the Elf Queen Arashia. The secret support is called - Dark Lyra, which means, guarding hope beside the abyss."

The smile on David's face became even more evil:

"In other words, we just need to catch a few more at a time."

Nymphadora's tail slowly wrapped around her:

"The rest will fall into the trap themselves."

"Failing to save them is a betrayal of their camp's purpose."

Soon the smile became like a poisonous flower:

"This is the limitation of the chaotic good camp."

Nymphadora's words immediately awakened the dragon from her dream.

David couldn't help but laugh to the sky, and then he couldn't help but ride on the back of the female dragon who was trying to resist but still greeted her.

It didn't take long for the sound of 'It's not appropriate for the young dragon' to be heard in the dragon's nest.

"Bah! Let's go. It's boring." Outside the dragon's nest, Satilesa's ears suddenly turned red as she was lying in the corner listening to the news. She immediately swung her tail to drive away the curious sisters.

Just when they were about to disperse secretly, they heard the cry from 'Aunt' Tanya in the distance:

"Why! Let's set off fireworks when I'm not here! I finally came back from Montero Town and there's nothing! Where's my brother! I won't forgive him until he comes out and sets off another one! Wow!!!"

"." At such a young age, Xiao Huanglong Satileza suddenly realized that it was not easy for her father.

But when she saw Aunt Tanya rushing this way, Satilesa suddenly felt that her idea seemed a bit too arrogant.

It’s not easy to be this guy’s daughter!

Aunt Tanya must be stopped, otherwise they will be exposed!

Just when David had already drawn up a trap against the Dark Lyra gang and the troublemakers, and for the purpose of engraving the teleportation array, he did not hesitate to return to the Old Continent in person to ask his own Dragon Father to come out and get this batch of goods. Under Nymphadora’s personal control, the nest materials used to ‘make a nest’ have begun to fall:

She did not contact the King of Louwarden through a messenger to ask him to assist her.

After all, God knows how well these professional spies will disguise themselves and where they will deploy people.

Once she does that, the possibility of the plan being revealed is extremely high.

So on the surface, it's still just normal battlefield supply needs, but both the transportation volume and the quality of goods have increased by more than one level.

In this way, no matter in the eyes of the senior officials of the Vitali Empire or the elves, the dragons who have occupied the Port of Volenz and turned Lovalden into a puppet regime are brewing a big wave.

David and the others are indeed preparing for a big wave.

However, the first target is not the endangered Vitali Empire.

Instead, this group is heavily funded by the Elf Queen Arathia and is a loose organization composed mostly of bards and rangers - the Dark Lyra.

On this day, as Nymphadora's bait for the battlefield became increasingly abundant, the Dark Lyra members active on the border of the Vitali Empire began to quickly realize a problem. Their manpower began to be seriously insufficient.

But if they, who are far away in the Middle-earth countries, want to mobilize manpower from the Elf Kingdom thousands of miles away, let alone the delays and troubles in summons and approval. The lack of time is also a matter of urgency. We had no choice but to lower the criteria for 'candidate members' and use some less important robbery missions as selection assessments.

This immediately attracted the active participation of some elves who were unhappy with their lives in Middle-earth, such as some elven mercenaries.

For some elves who have made mistakes in the past, this is simply a precious opportunity to clear themselves of their crimes, "turn into a positive person" again, and return home in glory!

So Otis, a former high elf naval patrol captain who fled to Middle-earth for forty years to work as an adventurer because of fear of crime, and who is still just an unknown leader of a team of adventurers, was deeply moved. After many twists and turns, I finally got in touch with Dark Tianqin.

What made him feel chilled was that, Mad, it turned out that this kind of spy was not something ordinary elves could do.

He actually asked him to lead his own people to find a way to steal or rob the supply convoy of the Lovaldon people? Use this as a test for selection?

What the hell! The adventurer team joins the regular army? Is it possible to encounter those giant dragons?

Is this seeking death? Or are you looking for death?

Just when Otis was secretly thinking about quitting but was hesitant about the only legitimate opportunity to return to the Elf Kingdom after being away from home for forty years, he suddenly stopped at his feet.

He suddenly remembered a special being he met during a certain escort mission.

Since it is a robbery, the target of the robbery is still the evil Five-Colored Dragon puppet regime.

Maybe, he will agree?

When he was forced to listen to stories for five days and five nights, he almost went crazy. Wasn't the one he heard the most frequently about the evil dragon of burning steel, Davyutos?

"Fight!"

On the one hand, he is going to die, and on the other hand, he is completely rotten in this foreign land.

Otis chose to 'get riches and risk'!

But just when Otis returned to the tavern with this ambition to inform the members of his adventure group about his plan, and fully hoped to get their full support.

What they got was silence from all members.

Then, came the ‘departure notices’ one after another.

Thief: "I'm sorry, captain, after finishing the last vote, I decided to wash my hands in the golden basin."

Pastor: "Well, I'm going to go back to the country church to be a priest. My family has made all the arrangements for me."

Bard: "Well, the daughter of this tavern has taken a liking to me. I might be getting married. Leader, can you give me some gift money first?"

"Get out!" Faced with the endless refusals from the members, Otis finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke up.

Facing himself to be alone again as an elf, Otis was filled with melancholy.

Sure enough, those legendary stories and friendships sung in bard biographies are all lies to the elves.

In the end, when encountering difficult situations, they all run away, not as strong as their animal companions.

But he can also understand that after all, human life is too short. The teammates who have been through life and death have changed one after another over the past forty years.

As expected, either he saved up money and went back to the countryside to get married, or he was hit by an arrow in the knee and had no money to hire a priest to use [Regeneration], so he used connections to work as a guard at the city gate.

Even though he initially fell in love with his human partner with an elf face, within five or six years of being together, he began to become an aunt with a waist thicker than a bucket.

After a few conversations, we were exhausted.

It is precisely because of this that Otis's desire to return to his hometown in the Elf Kingdom is so strong as never before.

Driven by this obsession, Otis, who was already alone as an elf, resolutely shouldered his longbow, dagger, sword and luggage and went deep into the forest where he and his teammates had been captured.

'Hopefully, he still lives here. ’

But when he thought of the 'torture' he had experienced back then, before approaching the lair this time, he took out two pieces of cotton soaked in beeswax from his sleeves and stuffed them into his delicate ears.

Although such a move would make it easier for him to miss some threats in the dangerous forest, compared with the situation he was about to face, he would rather be deaf.

Just as he entered the desert lair, his heart kept sinking.

Last time, he would have been dragged directly in by a python-like tail.

Why is it so 'quiet' this time?

But just when Otis thought the person he was going to see had moved, he noticed the ground shaking faintly.

Otis immediately rushed in ecstatically, shouting as he ran:

"Mr. Vladimir, I came to visit you with a gift!"

But after turning another corner, Otis, the high elf, suddenly froze on the spot.

Because there are actually two dragons in this lair!

In addition to the brass dragon of Vladimir, there is actually a silver one!

At the same time, they were like two love-struck teddies, smacking their lips and exchanging words quickly. At the same time, they were thrusting up and down on each other's bodies, and they couldn't wait to alternate their bodies. It was as cheerful as a big windmill.

The appearance of Otis, a high elf, also caused the two metal dragons who were having a friendly exchange of friendship and sharing bardic stories to pause suddenly, and then separated as if they were frightened, and then turned to growl at Otis at the same time. roared:

“Who asked you to come?/What do you want to do?”

Metal Dragon thought he had encountered those same colleagues, the Dark Lyra members, who always meddle in dragon matters and like to make up stories.

After all, in the eyes of those guys.

‘Friendship’ is guilty!

"what?"

Otis, who was wearing earplugs, looked confused when faced with the dragon's questioning.

　Please give me a monthly ticket at the beginning of the month! Hey hey hey.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)