"Whew, whew!"

As Peria ran, her heavy breathing sounded in her ears like the god of death whispering in her ear.

If it weren't for the fact that her personality had switched to summer before departure, she was indomitable, did not abandon or give up, and her bold and enterprising heart made her persist to this day, she would have been unable to hold on.

Peria listened to the sound of broken vines behind her.

She knew that it was Quest's minions, the corrupted Flashdogs and their new owners, and the Harpy was not far away.

And not long ago, several of her companions who came out of Wimstein together were divided into pieces one by one by the group of half-human, half-bird monsters.

I can't even return to the embrace of nature, so I let the corpses be exposed in the forest.

Thinking of this, Peria couldn't help but think of that terrible picture in his mind.

made her already pale cheeks, and there was no trace of blood.

For Yaling, who had just come of age, Peria did bear the weight that should not be there at this age.

But now there is no choice, and there are no eggs under the nest.

The city of Wimstein is in danger, and under Quest's blockade, any means of communication have become ineffective, and only manpower can be relied upon, and she is one of many rescue teams sent out.

She has just come of age, and it stands to reason that she is still trying to absorb knowledge in the academy, after all, compared to wanderers.

Peria still admired the mage more.

But it was the agility and concealment of the wanderer that made her the last person to survive in this rescue team.

However, she was also very fast.

Listen to the wind behind me, and the screaming that reaches my ears.

Peria struggled to squeeze the last shred of magic in her body.

She gritted her teeth, her turquoise eyes widened slightly, her ears erected, and she reluctantly used Yaling's innate ability, [Fairy Pace].

The next moment, in the blink of an eye, her body flashed onto a circular wooden stake fifty meters in front of her.

After teleporting, Peria, who was standing firmly, continued to flee forward, leaping through the overlapping trees.

She will not give up any hope.

As long as you're alive, in the fairy wilderness, anything is possible.

After all, there's such a thing as a fairy passage? Maybe? The next moment, she ran to the main material plane? She would have a chance to escape from the clutches of these evil monsters.

So that the plans of these evil minions can also be brought to light? Let those righteous adventurers crusade against them, and the crisis in the city of Wimstein will be resolved.

But? The last [Fairy Pace] could only hold her up for a few more minutes, which means? If she hadn't found a way to get away from the pursuers behind her in the past few minutes.

That means? She, like her companions, will return to the forest that nurtured them in a cruel form.

But it was also when Peria felt that her short hundred years were coming to an end.

She felt a gentle wind appear out of thin air, and the layers of green leaves swayed.

And? Still smelly in the wind? An indescribable irritating gas.

This made Peria, who was on the verge of death, feel a little excited, could it be that the gods in the dark were watching her, and she had met the unique fairy passage in the fairy wilderness?

After all, in the fairy wilderness, the forest shrouded in magic power, in addition to the fragrance of grass and trees? Even the smell of blood will be suppressed very lightly.

And there is nothing here, the wind and the smell that appear out of thin air? It's easy to think of something coming from another plane that connects to the fairy wilderness at this time.

What will it be?

Peria according to what the elders taught them? Start looking for a source in this vicinity.

Is it a tree hole?

Or is it an open space?

Listening to the increasingly impatient voices behind him, Peria knew that this was his last chance? Trying everything? Enter the Leprechaun Passage.

However? By the time seven or eight sarcoma flashdogs and three or four half-human, half-bird, cloaked banshees with hooks and claws surrounded her.

She's still trying her last chance.

She poked her head into a rabbit hole, the dust choking her mouth all over it, but the passage she imagined didn't appear in front of her.

Just as she was about to face her death with a face full of despair, she looked up to find that the harpies who had already caught up with her did not strike immediately, but surrounded her.

It seems to be in a state of confrontation.

He was looking behind him with a look of fear.

Behind?

In a state of confusion, she couldn't help but take a step backwards, and found that she had hit a wall.

Give her a feeling of hard and hot.

It's like hitting a red-hot iron plate.

But before she could look back.

The confrontation had been broken, and the red color that could be seen took over all of Peria's vision.

The heat wave hit her, and she had some difficulty breathing.

The monster on the opposite side was even worse, and the flying harpy banshee couldn't be caught by the magma spraying in the face.

And the flash dogs in the corruption of the underground found themselves proud of the flash, under the close breath, there was nowhere to escape.

They can't escape the attack range of the black dragon in front of them.

And then Peria realized what this wall behind him was.

A real black dragon with its legs upright.

Black Dragon.

They are not found in the forests of the Elven Wilds, and can only be found in those rotting swamps.

But standing upright is a bit rare, and Peria doesn't recognize the dragon in front of her as a molten dragon, perhaps she doesn't know how to learn these things as an adult.

Therefore, the black dragon can spit fire, which has brought a great impact to her worldview.

Then, she saw that in the huge dragon head that protruded above her head, the electric light was converging.

A bolt of lightning struck the harpy who had survived.

And Peria, already stayed.

......

On the other side, Gordon had left the stunned elven girl and began to chase after the fleeing prey.

Whether it's the flashing dog that fell under its breath at the beginning, or the harpy banshee who was struck by it by that lightning bolt.

It all makes it feel unchallenging, and only chasing can arouse the long-lost blood.

It charged sideways, clawing the fish that had escaped its net in a vain position, shattering the skull of the flashing dog.

Then he didn't look at it, and chased after the harpy, who had disappeared to the point where she could only see her back.

It doesn't worry about losing because of.

In its field of vision, blood-red feathers and paw prints appeared in its field of vision.

--Talent [Tracking Strong Enemies] As long as it shuttles through the forest, it will inevitably bring traces.

It can't run away!

Five or six minutes later, the Harpy finally met her immediate boss, also Master Quest's men, who was in charge of their leader.

A corrupted dryad, Wickman, the smell of death and withering permeates its deadwood bark.

It is out of step with the lush forest, and as it walks, a large number of trees grow on top of each other, as if it is deliberately avoiding it.

As it advances, a perfect boulevard is formed, wide enough for two horses to walk side by side.

And Hockman was a little puzzled when he saw the Harpy Banshee who came back alone.

The Harpy shouted to Hockman.

"Chief, a black dragon, a black dragon!"

After listening to the Harpy's detailed description.

"What? A baby black dragon scared you like this?"

As a fourth-order creature, Hockman frowned dissatisfiedly, and a few more folds on the dead bark interrupted the Harpy's words.

"Don't move here, if it still dares to chase it, I'm going to take its head back and ask its master for ......"

Before Hockman could finish speaking, he heard the movement of brushing in the distance.

It immediately disguised itself and intended to sneak attack.

It turned into a piece of dead wood that fell to the ground.

After the transformation was completed, a black dragon more than eight meters long burst out of the forest with green leaves.

Meet the sluggish Harpy.

Gordon felt cheating, so he didn't say a word, and the long-brewing breath sprayed directly.

The harpy saw Gordon, who did not play according to the routine, panicked, and flapped her wings to escape.

only to find that this time the black dragon's lava breath made it sticky, heavy, and fast, and it couldn't react at all, and it was wrapped in thick flames.

Brown feathers are burning under the cover of magma.

In an instant, it turned into a humanoid torch.

And the dead wood on the road was motionless, like a dead thing.