Elulmi has a silvery-white mark on his belly and a shorter horn than the other dragons.

Loria clung to her back, her nails digging into the gaps in the scales, and she noticed that the Eroomi was much larger than the others, and the scales were covered in scratches...... Presumably worn away from countless time rifts.

They had only met a while ago, and just as Loria was wondering whether to intervene with the increasingly reckless magicians of Dalaran, Arulmi approached her and warned her not to stop the demon's invasion in advance.

"Sacrifice is necessary...... Only the bitter truth can bring humanity back on the right track. One afternoon, Irulmi, who suddenly appeared on his way home from buying bread, whispered, "I am a bronze dragon belonging to the Guardian of Time, and the king said to me that you can do me a favor......"

The bronze and black dragons are still tearing each other apart, both of them have the ability to play with time, and both are slaves of time...... Their magic cancels each other out, and the battle becomes primitive.

Loria wasn't sure how many dragons were fighting, three hundred or four?

In fact, there may only be a few dozen dragons here, and everything else is past or future...... Loria thought to herself a little distracted, the way the bronze dragons fight dictates that they will be busy shuttling across the battlefield—past, present, and future—that you'll probably have to participate in every battle you've ever fought countless times in your lifetime.

After the first meeting, Arulmi looked for Loria in an inconspicuous corner several times while she was alone, and each time the latter was distraught...... Once, Pink Fur was about to enjoy the smooth little pudding that Alice had secretly hidden, but before she could taste the taste, she was so frightened that someone suddenly appeared and swallowed it.

If it weren't for the Bronze Dragon's promise of a good reward, she would have quit a long time ago!

Arulmi stopped moving forward, flapping his wings and remaining in the air, seemingly choosing an opponent.

Unless it's time of desperation. Bronze dragons rarely summon their past selves, and in general, they always summon their stronger future selves to come to their aid. This raises the question of how likely they will be witnessing their own future death, when that moment comes. They are even more angry to die.

Just thinking about it is terrifying, these powerful creatures who can control time clearly know their death date the moment their talent awakens......

How do they hold on?

They must not have persevered...... Loria looked at the black fellows and pondered, the system built on the selfish desires of intelligent beings would one day collapse...... They are slaves of time, and the Crusaders are not slaves of fear.

In thought, Arulmi found his target, an Eternal Dragon wounded and out of the warband. She screamed softly to remind Loria to hold on, and then swung her huge wings with all her might, rushing towards her target.

The moment the two behemoths collided, Loria let go of Elulmi's back, and she flew out of her inertia, turning into a pale pink mist before knocking herself out, slamming into the body of the Eternal Dragon, and then flying lightly towards its head.

Sharp and thick ice spikes pierced the black dragon's jaws, and it writhed its stubby claws to slap its foe, but its forearm was bitten by Arulmi.

The already injured Eternal Dragon's throat gradually became numb. Having lost its fangs and claws, it had no power to resist, and was torn apart by the bronze dragon, and smashed to the ground in a daze.

Loria panted back to Elulmi's back. It was not easy to stay in the air between two dragons fighting for their lives, and she atomized seven or eight times in a row, and the continuous atomization far beyond the limit left her body with little left.

Arulmi noticed her poor state and, under the cover of her companions, fell to the ground.

"I ...... I...... Let's support. ”

After saying it in fits and starts, Loria motioned for Arulmi not to leave, and she carefully moved herself to the new wound on the dragon's back, squinting her eyes and putting her hands down.

A soft glow appeared between her hands and Irulmi's wounds. Gradually, it grew brighter and brighter, and finally it became dazzling.

When she jumped off the dragon's back. Arulmi's wounds stopped bleeding.

The copper-colored dragon's head turned to Loria, and her face brushed over her huge eyes. He opened his mouth full of blood-stained red teeth, deliberately lowered his voice, and said thank you.

Elulmi flew away, and told her companions of the unexpected discovery, and soon another bronze dragon landed in the direction of Loria, and they came with their wounds, healed a little with the help of magic, and took off again to meet the enemy.

The clever Miss Loria is transferred once after each healing, which is not far away, but it is enough to get out of a possible siege.

More than a year ago, after eating something strange casually during a night battle, she had a stomachache for a long time, and gradually ...... She seems to be getting better at translating magic into divine form.

Believing that offense was the best tactical option, she rarely used this inexplicable spell, and never even practiced it, and if she didn't know how to fly, she wouldn't have shrunk to the ground and act as a healer - she preferred to poke others with ice thorns rather than heal wounds with the light in her hands.

"Thank you, cutie. ”

A young bronze dragon soared into the air, winking playfully at Loria as the wound healed...... It's not cute at all, but it's scary.

"Loria~"

Hearing Elie's call, Loria, who was gently rubbing her sour shoulder, turned around and saw Eliese trotting towards her with a wistful expression, still holding a twisted and unspeakable object in her arms.

"Governance. ”

Elie pushed the writhing and still dripping slime in her arms towards Loria.

"Governance!"

Seeing the obvious hesitation on Little Pinkhair's face, Elie grabbed her hand and pressed it on the indescribable object...... Squirming, Elie Blushed's face flushed.

Loria really wanted to attack with a headbutt.

Elie squirm twist.

The annoyed little pink fur gritted her teeth, and her fingertips burst out with bright light, but Elie shrank back with a scream, and the indescribable thing fell to the ground, and after a few twitches, she died completely.

It turns out that there are still things in this world that the Light cannot accept, even if it can even accept the spirits of the dead, the fallen humans, and the children of the night......

After a tentacle was healed and pronounced dead, the battle in the sky became clear.

I don't know how much of a role Loria's healing played in this, and the Eternal Dragon, who wanted to take the opportunity to erase all cause and effect after Dalaran, gradually retreated.

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