It's a pity that the flames of the fierce fire oil can't completely burn these adventurers, except for Barn, a barbarian who is stuck and can't move.

The agility of the others was not weaker than that of the purebred elves at this moment, and they thought of a way to escape almost immediately.

Rushing to the black-scaled dragon must be no different from seeking death, a real dragon.

No matter how weak they are, they can't hunt for such a broken team, and there is no second result except for home delivery.

The only way to survive was to climb away from the seven-foot-tall mountain of flesh and step on Barn's head to get out of the cramped chasm that made their legs weak.

As for abandoning or not abandoning, in their opinion, teammate Barn who made such a big mistake.

A few stabs they stabbed were already very much on the former team-mate friendship.

Fortunately, the rift can only accommodate one person, so there is no scramble for the plot.

The first to jump on Barn's shoulder was Finn the Twin Blade Ranger, who was half-elf almost in the blink of an eye, and before the Northland barbarians could react, he had already jumped behind Barn.

Finn looked back, and the cracks in the firelight, the red, turquoise moss on the rock walls were dyed orange.

But almost in the next second, Finn turned around and ran away without mercy.

He's going to get out of this damn rift! Get out of this filthy and smelly sewer!

the nezumi! the commission!

And this real dragon who suddenly ran out of which pimple, go back to his arms!

Isn't it fun to stay in the sewers and bully these poor, weak, helpless adventurers?

But now, everything will be far away from you.

Finn's mind was full of cranky thoughts, sometimes fearful and sometimes joyful, and his thoughts were flying.

But his legs didn't stop for a moment, like a sturdy cheetah, running towards the exit.

Later, Finn could already hear the sound of flames burning again, and the terrifying roar of the dragon.

The dragon's roar caused Finn's footsteps to falter almost instantly, and his brain was slightly distracted and blank.

If he looked back now.

Then you will see a black-scaled dragon covered in flames and a roar from its mouth.

All around was strewn with hot lava splattered by the charge.

With the momentum of rampage, the iron mountain directly slammed the two figures who were struggling in the sea of fire and wanted to escape into the feet of the barbarians in the north who were burning incessantly.

But Fein didn't dare to turn back at all, and after he settled down, he only dared to rush forward with all his life!

Before he could take a few steps, he heard the screams and exclamations of his teammates.

There's McNell, there's Warrior Sean, without exception, it's all wailing.

They were almost smashed to the pelvis under their ribs by this charge, and it was difficult to support their bodies to stand up.

The flames of the ground mercilessly devoured their flesh and skin.

The voices of the Northland barbarians who were stuck in the rock wall, Barn, and their captain Ciri, also reached Finn's ears from afar.

"Boss, you have to save me!"

"Let go of me! You stupid X! Northland brute who is a woman except for muscles in his head!"

Barn, the Northland barbarian who had been in the queue and affectionately called Ciri's "leader", was firmly holding Ciri's left hand that wanted to flip over his head with his movable right hand.

He pleaded and pleaded.

As a native of the Northland, if he is placed in the ice and snow, he may have the talent of hardiness, and he will have no problem staying for a day.

But if you want to expose them to the scorching sun, they may not be able to hold out for an hour.

What's more, it was roasted like fierce fire oil.

However, Barnes was met with only swear and resentment, and it was clear that Barn's haste rushed in regardless of his size, disrupting all their plans.

Originally, with the strength of the five of them, even if they encountered a young dragon, no matter how embarrassed they were, they would never be like this, running for their lives, and they didn't even have time to care about the lives of their teammates.

This Northland barbarian, the second-order barbarian Barn, has already been hated by Ciri, especially after being dragged by Barn's hand.

New hatred and old hatred came up in a surge, so that Ciri was about to pull out the sharp short sword at his waist, wanting to give him a blow from the gap in Barn's half-body armor.

Not to kill, but to force him to let go.

After all, the living Barn is much better than the dead, what if the young dragon doesn't chase after it?

In particular, Ciri saw the warrior and the wanderer lady who had grown a little bigger, and were knocked by the horned black dragon and flew to the feet of Barn.

Ciri, who was grabbed by the hand, had a fierce light in his eyes, and without saying a word, he stabbed into the gap between Barn's half-body armor.

Once a swordsman of the Empire, he was good enough to wield any blade in his hands.

The sharp short sword didn't sink three inches, only to hear Barn snort.

However, he still refused to let go, firmly grasping the former captain with his right hand, clenching the ground tightly.

This is his only hope in life, and naturally he refuses to let go of anything.

And Ciri didn't talk nonsense, seeing the black young dragon strolling out of the flames, getting closer and closer, and his eyes were bloodshot, close to madness.

Directly use the short sword to slash the elbow joint, trying to force Barn to let go, and Ciri, who has been dominated by anger and fear.

I have forgotten that if I wrestled with Barn the Barbarian, there would be absolutely no second outcome.

After Barn was hit by Ciri, his mind was not very bright.

But Ciri's actions in front of him also completely angered him.

Since you don't save me, let's die together!

Enduring the sharp pain faintly coming from his ribs, Barn burst out with unparalleled strength, but this power was not used against the real dragon, but was used to drag his former captain in front of him.

Then in his cracked eyes, he struck a hard head hammer.

"Boss, you forced me!"

As he spoke, he came a second hammer, and blood poured out from above the heads of both sides.

However, the Imperial swordsman Ciri was visibly worse, the bridge of his nose was shattered, several teeth had been lost from the blow to his face, and blood had covered his distorted face.

"Oh ~ the dragon god is on top!"

"If only everyone who came to my lair could be as worry-free as the two of you......"

Both Barn and Ciri heard the lingua franca from the rear.

Needless to say, it was the black dragon that came from behind Barn.

In the sea of fire, it is the only one who can pacing and talking.

Gordon stepped on all fours on the body of the wanderer, who had lost his wailing, felt the softness coming from his feet, and with his dark golden vertical pupils, he stared closely at the two adventurers who were hurting each other in front of him, and sneered, his words full of irony.

"Don't be too happy, you won't be able to run away after Finn escapes!"

"Countless adventurers will know that there is a young dragon hiding in the sewers of Karando!"

"You will be killed or captured and given to mages who are interested in your body, your dragonborn will be sold, and your treasure will be divided!"

Ciri, who was a little leaky because of the loss of his teeth, looked at the young dragon in front of him with disdain, and made a big noise.

After Ciri knew that he couldn't escape, courage took over his chest again, and even if he provoked the wrath of the true dragon, he was already fearless.

He had already seen the Twin Knife Ranger Finn who was about to reach the exit of the rift just now, and his heart was also slightly relieved, so that the pain on his face was alleviated a little.

At least, this dragon won't live long.

No loss!

However, in the next second, he saw the real dragon in front of him looking at him with mocking eyes.

"Really?"

......

Finn who had just walked out of the entrance to the rift, thinking he had escaped.

I suddenly felt the sound of a violent heavy object on the left side of my ears, and as a half-elf, his reaction ability was not unpleasant.

Immediately, he used the double knives in his hand to hold the miserable white thick bone rod that could not be concealed under the darkness.

See the attacker too, goblins!

An elite goblin.

Before he could realize why there was a goblin at the entrance, another gust of wind hit him to the right, but this time he couldn't dodge it.

The thick bony rod hit his thigh bone directly at the knee joint, and he heard only a click.

There was a tooth-aching cracking sound from the kneecap!

and the severe pain that followed, causing Finn to suddenly stand unsteadily, lose his balance, and fall directly to his knees.

Hugging his knees and wailing.

He looked desperately at the elite goblins that came out of the shadows, there were ten of them!

Even if he dodged this time, he probably wouldn't be able to avoid this long-planned ambush.

Even if Ciri is here, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out for a while.

It's going to eat him!

Wait until Finn is carried by the goblins, through another passage, carefully avoiding the warning traps.

Thrown into the campfire hall, lying at the feet of the real dragon on the high platform.

Finn saw the black dragon again, only to find that the dragon in front of him was much larger than when he first saw it.

......

On the high platform, the black-scaled dragon allowed the dragonborn girl to rub the blood on her paws with a silk cloth.

With a relaxed, lazy gaze, it looked down at the adventurers crawling at its feet.

A little greed flashed through its eyes.