Maya didn't know what was going on, and her always friendly companion had become so manic. Reuben is dead, why did he stop me from taking revenge? Why did he attack me? It had a splitting headache, and the person in front of him became blurry and hideous.

Maya roared in rage, giving a threatening warning. But the person in front of him not only did not back down, but also aimed the weapon in his hand at it.

The bad guy was about to run away, and her figure was gone, only the leaves swaying slightly. No one dared to be so presumptuous in front of its eyes, and in its anxiety and drowsiness, it instinctively opened its mouth, and a scorching breath erupted from its mouth. Wrapped around the tree, and the dying Reuben.

The tree instantly turned into a blazing torch, and beside the torch was a cloud of char curled up in a ball of smoke and smoke. Maya's head shook and she began to suspect that what she had just seen was a hallucination caused by physical discomfort. It turned its head slightly, with confusion and confusion in its eyes, and faced its gray-faced companion.

One beast stared at the small one with big eyes and didn't move for a long time, until someone else appeared next to him.

"It's!" as he spoke, everyone's eyes were on it.

It was at this moment that the girl appeared behind a tree not far away, half-exposed and about to fly out of the short knife in her hand.

It roared again, at the girl, and at the crowd in front of it. I don't know who slashed the first knife, or who was the first to be knocked away by it, and Maya began to dodge under the shouts and attacks. It didn't want to hurt them, so it kept shouting at the crowd, but to no avail.

Someone pounced, someone was thrown off. Someone flew out and never came back. I don't know who it is, but I shouted: "It's crazy!

The blade pierced the scales, and hot blood poured out. It turned its head in pain, and the girl was blending in with the crowd and backing away, smiling defiantly at it.

Grievance and anger mixed with a burning breath erupted from his mouth, facing the crowd, at the girl in the crowd. In the heat flow, there seems to be a delicate flower that is about to bloom. The breath dissipated, and the three or two affected people were rolling and wailing, but the girl was not among them......

By the time Maya wanted to run, to take off, it was already a little late. It watched helplessly as the girl hurt it, and hurt its former companions. It is not clear why people would turn a blind eye to her when the enemy is clearly in front of her.

The scars from the struggle continued to increase, and fewer and fewer people began to wrap around their bodies. Maya knew they were finished, and it would be difficult for her to escape. The desire to survive finally burst into force, and it spat out as hard as it could, until a raging fire ignited around it. In the firelight, it rose into the air and flew off into the distance. Warm blood spilled from the air with a little magical light.

In a drowsy state, Maya finally fell to the ground. The soft sand beneath it and the gentle water around it make it find a touch of peace. It curls up to feel warmer. She didn't fly far, and the girl would soon find it. If you can't escape, you will die in this strange land.

Legend has it that dragons communicate with their companions, but this is rarely the case. Once equal partners, they are gradually divided. Although the fragile covenant is still maintained, it has long since lost its original purpose.

They didn't believe me and even wanted to kill me......

With resentment, Maya closed her heavy eyelids, and only the slightly heaving chest and abdomen indicated that she was still alive.

......

Irene was a little upset after Zoya left, she knew that she was acting rudely. As a friend, Zoya is very nice. When Bran turned him down, Zoya offered a lot of help. Zoya should have been thanked, but she couldn't quite do it. Whenever I face Zoya, a different emotion will fill my heart.

Soon after Zoya left, she followed. She wondered where Zoya was going and what she was going to do. Zoya has become stronger again, and even began to take charge on her own, while she is still learning under the guidance of others.

Erin knew that Bran wouldn't let Zoya take the risk easily, she was just a little jealous, which was why she was more offensive in words and actions.

The journey is uneventful until the gentle sandy beach is cut off by a cliff, which is the border guarded by dragoons. She stopped, spent the night in melancholy, and then began her journey back.

Erin knew that wizards could see far away, and since Bran broke the boundary, perception was no longer limited by her natural abilities. Some wizards will also use perception as a breakthrough and prioritize evolution. She believed that Zoya must have already realized who was following behind her. But along the way, Zoya kept her distance. She's fast, she's fast, she's slow, she's slow.

After losing Bran, Erin lost Zoya as a friend. She was annoyed and regretful, but to no avail.

In the distance, a huge beast fell to the sand, startling her.

What's that, Wyvern?

How could there be such a big wyvern? where did it come from, and why did it appear here?She turned her head to look behind her, a vague guess in her mind.

The giant wyvern was covered in wounds that made it look ugly and hideous, but Erin felt familiar and familiar from its breath.

She ran there quickly, and when she got closer, she jumped off her mount, cautiously touching its side. Perhaps sensing that she had no malice, or perhaps perhaps it had lost the last of its strength, the monster only squirmed slightly and then did not move.

A long whistle came from afar, and the warning was clear. Erin's hands trembled, and she continued to examine the monster's wounds, cleaning up foreign objects from time to time.

Until the sound of running footsteps behind him got closer and closer, the monster began to struggle desperately to get to its feet.

She turned, firmly in front of the monster.