This is undoubtedly a trap set by the elves...... Iss could not accept that he would be trapped by the traps of humans!

He rolled over and grabbed the rope, breathing a sigh of relief. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is indeed a trap set by the elves.

The thin, tough rope was woven into some kind of metal that even his indestructible claws could not easily cut. In his anger, Iss almost opened his mouth to bite ...... He held back.

The elves who laid the trap were apparently not standing nearby - they were lucky. Isis tossed for a short while before he could get out, and when he landed, a strong killing intent rose in his heart. In those memories he deliberately ignored, the elves ...... It's actually quite delicious.

He stared at the broken rope. It's a little old, but it's not forgotten here that it's been rotted by time, it's old and used regularly.

This trap has only recently been laid.

Islian was itching at the root of his teeth. He imagined a dragon roaring and destroying the woodland with storm and ice, freezing all those damned elves and their leopards into statues...... But it's just a matter of thinking.

Mere venting is of no use.

He stood there, waiting for his anger to subside. Another low roar came from the forest, and Iss frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

The sound was about the same as what he had heard by the lake, no farther, no closer...... It almost seemed like he was deliberately directing him in the right direction.

But after that low roar, more roars echoed through the forest, with a faint rage, but very weak.

Iss narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and his body faded into the shredded sunlight of the forest.

He generally disdains the use of invisibility...... But if he wants to spy on something useful from the elves, he'd better be careful.

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The elves' camp is located by a small pond. The ponds, which disappear and appear with the seasons and rains, are scattered like pearls in the thorn woodlands, most of which have no names, but no one can deny their beauty.

Horizontal as a mirror. The blue sky reflected in it seems to be transparent with a layer of gold, with the unique warmth of summer, and there is a kind of vitality in the calm.

However, the atmosphere by the lake was very tense, and dozens of elves formed an impermeable circle in front and back, clenching their weapons, their faces gloomy...... What was enclosed in it was only a leopard that had not yet fully grown up.

It was an extremely rare white leopard. On the snow-white background, the black markings are unusually clear, and the light blue eyes seem to be paved with broken gold, squinting into a thin line in the strong sunlight.

It spun around the encirclement unhurriedly, roaring from time to time. The response around them was weak, but the pressure on the elves was much greater than it was fearless—the ones they had long regarded as their companions, but now they had become almost enemies.

The white leopard squatted down and licked the soles of its feet. It's well raised...... Or rather, it was raised a little fat, and its round forepaws didn't look threatening at all.

But it's still agile.

When it suddenly jumped up and stepped on the head of an elf and threw itself out of the circle, the elves reacted quickly.

The figure spread out and gathered, once again encircling it, the weapon still clenched in his hand, and his expression became more and more agitated, but no one really dared to attack.

Panasses stood silently, his fists released and clenched, his pupils constricting slightly.

This time, the elves surrounded more than one leopard.

Caught off guard, Is's body was revealed. He angrily pressed the big head that came up to his neck and rubbed it, avoiding the tip of the white leopard's wet nose and tongue about to lick it with disgust.

"Are you a dog?!" he scolded, in a very bad mood.

He managed to slip in, gloating at the show...... Although he didn't know when this stupid leopard raised by Scott had run here, and why the elves were so close to the enemy, he was still quite happy to see it unlucky.

He had never liked this guy, and the white panther was always very clever enough to walk around him, which made his flattering affection at the moment seem particularly unpleasant and annoying.

Hate to hate...... When the elves silently pressed forward, he still subconsciously pressed its big plush head behind him.

"Is this how you treat your 'holy beasts'?" he sneered, and couldn't help but tug at the white leopard's ears in exchange for a grunt of grievance and dissatisfaction.

"We just want to protect it. ”

The voice from outside the encirclement was calm and frank, sounding very trustworthy, but Iss only tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Are you stupid for me?" he said.

This straightforward and unceremonious answer made Panassess change his face slightly.

He looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared. Even if you've never seen him, it's not hard to guess his identity...... He probably thought they wouldn't dare do anything to him, but Parnassus' patience had reached its limit.

He went against his nature...... He made the people who believed in him and followed him go against his nature and hurt his companions as brothers and sisters, and he must not fall short at such a time.

"Please let it go. He tried to stay calm.

Iss rolled his eyes.

"Do you think I don't want to?" he said, deliberately letting go of his hand and spreading his arms, the dead leopard still clinging to his leg and whining, holding him tightly, if it hadn't grown too big, maybe it would have been faceless and skinless into his arms.

He wanted to kick it, but the blue eyes that looked up at him looked too much like Scott...... He couldn't get off his feet.

Cunning.

He cursed in his heart, rubbing his foot against its soft belly uncontrollably.

Panasses's face grew more and more ugly. After a brief hesitation, he gestured.

The elves reacted as quickly as ever.

It was almost instinctive. However, when they intertwined with each other, they involuntarily exchanged glances, seeing the tiredness and confusion in each other's eyes.

Isis looked at the small formation in front of him and was slightly surprised. This ancient formation, a long, long time ago, was used by elves on the battlefield to deal with lone dragons...... He didn't expect that there would be elves who remembered this.

- Moreover, they are very well trained.

Iss smiled coldly, and the anger in his heart burst out with suppressed anger again and again.

The mercenaries known as the Nighthawks in Booty Bay also apparently knew exactly what to do with a dragon...... How many people have been eyeing him, but they can't find a chance to do it...... Or a high-sounding reason?

He bowed slightly, and in the dazzling sunlight, his white wings suddenly stretched out.

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