Not only Frostmourn, but also the battle mages of Dalaran, including Archmage Antonidas, had already prepared their spells and shot at the red dragon together. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info For a while, the night that shrouded the back of Nanhai Town was no longer only light blue moonlight, but also the blazing fireballs, arcane impacts with blue-purple light, and crystal blue ice arrows, making the entire night sky gorgeous and colorful.

However, all the magic fell into the air—not because the red dragon was coming too fast, but because its movements suddenly stopped in the air, and all the spells that had calculated the landing point passed under the dragon's feet. The eyes of the red dragon turned to the most dazzling frost sorrow in the crowd, the body of the little magic sword, which emitted a faint blue light, and a few fluorescent silk threads, extending from her fingertips with magnificent colors, quickly flew towards the red dragon.

Everyone thought that the threads could not have any effect on the red beast - the gap between them was so great that it was like trying to tie a full-grown mammoth with a thin hair. However, the red dragon roared as if it had seen a ghost, before the faint blue light approached...... Ran away. Taranistaz flapped her wings desperately, and in front of the mortal reptiles, she flew away timidly, roaring loudly, "It's her...... How could it be her! "Perhaps out of fear, the older red dragon used dragon language for the first time tonight.

No one knew what was going through Taranistaz's mind - though it still roared something out of its mouth, this time it didn't use its most hated lingua franca. Frost's Sorrow, the only one who could understand the dragon's language, thundered in place, so angry that he had lost his mind. "Big stupid dragon! Why did you run away like this! "Frost's sorrow felt very aggrieved - the master had just made such a small request, but he got carried away and messed up! But...... Who would have thought that the stupid dragon would suddenly run away?

Frost Sorrow lost his temper in place, drawing the eyes of the group of Dalaran mages. Obviously, they had all seen the spells of the black-haired and gorgeous girl just now, but no one could tell the principle of these spells, which made these usually proud mages very curious about who this mysterious girl was.

Arthas couldn't help but laugh, and quickly took Frostmourn's hand. The little magic sword looked at his master pitifully, expecting some comfort—touching his head or kissing him? Unfortunately, Arthas didn't do anything, just pulled the frost sorrow, and ran away as fast as he could, and Archmage Antonidas and Uther quickly reacted - damn it, the sudden escape of the red dragon made them all a little sluggish, and not far away, there was a dying red dragon lying on the field!

Although the place where the red dragon fell didn't seem far away, it was just looking. In fact, Arthas and the others ran out for nearly a kilometer before they found this behemoth lying in the farmland. A large expanse of wheat that was nearing maturity was crushed by the giant red beast, and blood gushed from the huge wound in its neck, and although it flowed inconspicuously over the red skin, the stalks and ears of wheat beneath the dragon were stained blood-red.

Seeing this, Uther and Mograine, who had rushed over, didn't say a word, and their hands were simultaneously glowing with golden light, constantly blessing the red dragon's wounds. Healed by two paladins who were basically the most powerful, the gushing blood gradually stopped, but the wound barely healed - the dragon's body was so large that the wound alone was almost the size of an adult.

However, the power of the Holy Light did something, and the red dragon slowly opened its eyes. Arthas noticed this, and while leading Frost Sorrow, he made his way to the dragon's eyes, meeting the golden eyes the size of his own head. Mograine was busy tending to the dragon's wounds, not noticing the prince's movements, while Winlessa nervously followed Arthas, suppressing her fear of the beast and clenching her longbow so tightly that Winlessa herself did not know what she was wary of and afraid of.

Arthas said to the dragon, "Can you hear me?" Your wound is too big to deal with for a while. Do you have any ways to help yourself? If not, we'll need to mobilize more paladins. Arthas didn't care if the dragon understood what "paladin" meant, but he wanted the dragon to be back in shape soon, or at least to be able to speak, and he had something else to ask the dragon.

Frost pursed her lips sadly, the task given to her by her master was messed up by herself, and she did not get the comfort of her master, the little magic sword was in a very bad mood, as soon as she saw this half-dead dragon, she thought of his timid companion, and couldn't help kicking the red dragon's nose, and said, "Master, don't talk nonsense with this big stupid dragon." Don't you have something to ask about it? Let's just extract his soul! ”

Frostgrief thought of a way to help his master, but Arthas refused—the red dragon was not fatally wounded, and Arthas didn't want to do such a cruel thing. Unexpectedly, the dragon who was kicked by Frost Sorrow rolled his eyes, and after seeing the "culprit" who offended him, his somewhat dim golden pupils suddenly had more energy, as if ...... A good/lustful country landlord suddenly saw a young and gorgeous village girl.

Frost's sorrow became more and more angry, and couldn't help but scold: "Big/color/dragon, look at what to see, and then look at gouging out your eyes!" Frost's sad intimidation caught Arthas's attention, and after a closer look, Arthas said with some hesitation: "Little Frost, it seems to be ...... Know you? ”

Frost Sorrow was stunned for a moment—how was this possible? In this time stream, no one should know themselves! At this moment, the holy light on Uther and Mograine dimmed, and the two paladins were almost exhausted. However, their efforts were not in vain, and the red dragon was finally able to barely raise its head.

Archmage Antonidas, who had been watching for a long time, was a little embarrassed and said, "This ...... How do we get it back? Uther sat down on the ground and said, "No way, let it stay here for the time being." I'll go back and get a team of people and watch it before it sneaks away. As for getting it back...... There are still not enough men to muster together, and although the red dragon has retreated, the orc fleet does not know if it will attack. ”

At this moment, the red dragon's body emitted a faint red light, and with that light, the dragon's body slowly became smaller, smaller, and finally transformed into another form. Archmage Antonidas, who had been paying attention to the changes in the dragon, couldn't help but shout: "Crassus...... It's you? How did you...... Will it be a dragon? (To be continued.) )