Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 8 The Wood Elf Tribe

"Is it the tribe in front of us who is spying on us?"

The red dragon Gaibo was lying on the tall and dense canopy of the rainforest, with his dark scales hidden in the shadows between the leaves, he spoke rarely.

Even Gabor, who is a mutant dragon, has the dignity and pride of a giant dragon. The majestic real dragon is actually regarded as the prey of the weak and ugly low elves. It is so calm and old that it rarely expresses its anger.

"Then since they dare to show their fangs to the real dragon, let us bury these ants with blood and flames."

The red dragons Gabe and Alex ran for tens of miles in the dark, and finally arrived at the village of the wood elves before dawn. Although the two red dragons were angry, they were still able to maintain their rationality.

When deciding to launch a war against the wood elf tribe, the two red dragons carefully observed the environment around the elf village and how many threatening elf hunters there were in the village.

One thing I have to mention is that the environment around the elf village is really good. A stream not far away provides it with a relatively clean water flow. In the middle is a huge tree of life, which has settled down with the forest god Vader. The contract prevents this fertile land from being invaded by wild beasts.

And right in front of the tree of life not far away is a moon well that exudes faint magic fluctuations. The spring water in the moon well can be used as a cheap spell-casting material or alchemy solvent.

This is a village like a paradise. Although it has a small number of people, it is well-ordered, with men farming and women weaving, with yellow hair hanging down.

Most of the elves in the village are old and weak women and children. The height of these low elves is roughly in line with that of humans in other worlds, slightly taller than the overall average height of the elves. Their skin is dry and green like leaves in early autumn, and their skin is wrinkled. These wood elves have greatly refreshed the lower limit of the appearance of the elves.

Of course, wood elves are considered low-level elves not just because they look ugly and wretched like distant relatives of goblins. The more important problem is that these wood elves' talent in magic is so inferior that they don't look like elves.

As a well-known magical species, wood elves mainly rely on hand-to-hand combat for food, and their talent in magic is similar to that of kobolds.This kind of elf is so bad that it has always been despised on Tyrael, almost on the same level as orcs.Some elves do not even recognize wood elves as elves.

In Tyrael, those who gain power get everything, and groups without power can hardly survive in this cruel world whether they are slaves or dogs.

The red dragon continued to lurk around the village, waiting for the right time to launch a fatal blow. The elves in the village were still working hard for a day. In Norton Forest, even a tribe of high elves would have a difficult life. Needless to say, these inferior races are discriminated against.

Every elf is struggling for his own life, no matter men, women, old or young, but these elves don't complain about anything. Living in the present and being able to live safely with their clansmen is enough for the clansmen of this tribe to be grateful to the gods.

But what they don't know is that destruction is about to fall on their heads.

In the evening, the elves returned home tired after a day of farming, and some older elf hunters who did not participate in the dragon hunting activities rushed home from the forest one after another to share today's harvest with the clansmen.

Some female elves were in charge of cooking, while the old elves were sitting under the trees and chatting quietly. Loud noises in the dangerous jungle were absolutely not allowed. Once the vicious species peeped, it would cause unbearable disaster to the village.

The man sips the drink brewed from the well water in the Moon Well, while the female elves quietly feed the young elves. The residents of this tribe enjoy the only relaxing moment of the day.

In Norton Woods, relaxation means choosing death.

A torrent of flames fell from the sky like divine punishment, and the sharp blade of fire instantly involved the two resting elf hunters to death, and their corpses became a mass of foul-smelling coke amidst the red dragon's terrifying breath.

This breath is so powerful and long-lasting, the red dragon Alex quickly flapped his wings to bring as many flames as possible to more elves and buildings, and finally the whole village fell into a trap before the traverser Red Dragon was exhausted. into the sea of ​​fire.

Followed by Gabor, who descended from the sky like a great demon king. Some sharp spikes have grown on the three-meter-long body, making this red dragon even more ferocious. Its wings are wide, and its movements are as fast as thunder. Crushed among the weak wood elves, no man, woman, or child survived.

Some hunters who finally reacted roared and picked up their weapons and rushed forward hoping to stop the terrifying red dragon and give the surviving young children a chance to escape.

But the crude weapons of the wood elves couldn't pierce the increasingly solid scales of the red dragon Gabor at all, and those weak and weak children like puppies were easily killed by Alex.

Giant dragons have always been cruel to their enemies, especially those enemies who can threaten them. The giant dragons who will retaliate will definitely kill the weeds and root them out.And some legendary dragons will hold vengeance for thousands of years, fully explaining what it means for a gentleman in another world to take revenge, ten years is not too late.

After a quick and efficient slaughter, the two merciless dragons began to eat chunks of the wood elf's flesh.

Although this kind of elf has a low affinity for magic due to the limitation of innate aptitude, it is a village with a tree of life and a moon well after all, and its flesh and blood will more or less contain some magic components.

Magic makes flesh and blood sweeter. This is the experience that the traverser Red Dragon has summed up after many huntings.

With the disappearance of flesh and blood, the physical strength of the two giant dragons is also recovering rapidly, and they must adjust their state in time to cope with the cruelest test below.

And in a jungle in the distance, the old priest suddenly felt a suffocating feeling in his heart, and spread his perception as much as possible to connect to the elf tribe. The peace in the past is no longer there, and the tree of life is in the raging fire The wailing of pain, the flames soaring into the sky, and the blood of the people all over the place announced what a tragic massacre took place there.

Even though it had experienced many things in the world, such a sight still instantly crushed the spirit of the old priest, the joints of the hand holding the staff turned white, and the blue veins protruded ferociously from the skinny skin.

"eye for eye!"

　At least one chapter early, drink some tea

　　
　
(End of this chapter)