"Huh, that's ......."

In a makeshift cell in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, Alessandra, the chief lieutenant of the Overseer, opened her eyes and faintly heard thunder.

Ever since the mission failed that night, she had been taken prisoner by the Ebotden defenders and kept in solitary confinement here, and no human, especially the Duke of Byrne, had ever been here, except for the "little samurai" (Luceen) once.

This made Alexandra breathe a sigh of relief, but she was also a little disappointed that she was ready to face all kinds of torture from her enemies, and she made a generous statement... As a result, I thought about a lot of words, but the last sentence didn't work.

In other words, in the eyes of these "Imperials", they are not very important captives, and there is no information worth digging up for interrogation.

This feeling of loss and discouragement left Alexandra extremely entangled.

Another muffled thunder sounded, and the entire cell and the tower trembled, and a curious Alexandra struggled to her feet and crawled to the only vent in the wall.

Was it His Highness Rodria who launched the final general attack?

With some kind of faint anticipation, the curious elven warrior tried her best to look out.

The next second, she suddenly shuddered.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The deafening noise made Alexandre tremble, soar into the air in a trance, and then fall to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, maybe it just happened... The elven warrior who happened to raise her head widened her eyes, and her cherry lips involuntarily opened into the shape of a jujube pit.

Outside the vents, in the blue sky... A huge figure swept past her line of sight.

It was only for a moment, but Alexandra was sure that she wasn't dazzled, and it wasn't some kind of delusion—yes, she saw it clearly.

That figure... The guardian of the Human Empire, a dragon from the northern ice fields!

Originally, it only existed in imagination and books, and the huge, streamlined body of tens of meters was crystal clear like crystal-like scales...... Vivid, show in front of yourself.

Curiosity and fear prompted Alexandra to get up and look out desperately.

Then, she was stunned.

Suppressing the fear in her heart, the elven warrior with round eyes twitched her throat with difficulty, looking at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

Not one, but three! Black, red, and blue dragons hovered before their eyes, pouring out of the sky like a flood of flames.

The whole city is burning in this flame!

At this moment, she still doesn't know, and the "surprise" is more than that.

"Hoo ——————"

The cold wind howled through the vents like sharp blades, curling up Alexandra's long hair, and the air that swept across her cheeks was mixed with small crystalline particles.

Although faint and barely visible, the piercing chill made the elven warrior shiver - far away at the end of that sight, the cold wind swallowed the flames, "tearing" a "silvery-white" passage from the center of the wall of fire.

Stunned, Alexandra suddenly shuddered, her face was pale and still trembling, staring in disbelief at the sudden ice and snow - there was a very "inconspicuous" figure standing there.

That......

Is that... Master Eugen?!

....................................

"......

The battered Azorean knives were dragged upside down on the slippery ice, sparks splashing and making a screeching sound, and the ice and snow that appeared with the blades, and the "torn" wall of fire stood out in the city of Eberden, which was flooded by fire.

But what really made the battlefield so silent that I couldn't even hear the sound of breathing was the figure dragging the long knife.

The Azorean elves, the chief samurai of the Inquisition... Eugen.

He—Didn't he already die in the castle by Duke Byrne?!

The same "question mark" appeared in the hearts of every defender soldier almost at the same time - especially the soldiers who had participated in the attack and defense of the castle and saw Loren kick Eugen's corpse off the city wall with their own eyes, and they were terrified to the extreme.

Seeing an "enemy" who had died in front of his eyes get up again ... I'm afraid there is nothing more terrifying in this world.

Glancing at Brandon, who was still a little inexplicable and unclear about what was happening, the black-haired wizard slowly looked back and stared solemnly at the figure that was staggering over.

"Hmm... Yes... Yes... Uhhhh......h

Tilting his head and turning his eyes upward, "Eugen" dragged the long knife and limped forward, his unclosed mouth making a sound like a bellows, and his body stiffened and twitched.

Suddenly, the body of "Eugen", who had stopped walking, trembled, and the right arm that was dragging the long knife was raised as if it was being pulled by a rope, and the broken long knife swung violently in front of him.

"Hoo ——————"

The wind is blowing!

The silver-white ice and snow engulfed the wall of fire around the wizard's tower little by little but very quickly, and the icy air rushed towards the defenders under the tower, shivering.

"The whole army, retreat to the defensive ——!"

The currents were still mounting, and the unsteady soldiers retreated behind the fortifications and walls of the wizard's tower amid the roar of the commander beside them, and Loren held down Brandon, who had not yet reacted, and half-crouched behind the dragon's outstretched wings.

Countless flying sand and rocks, snowflakes and ice particles came with the wind like a rain of arrows.

Regardless of whether Eugen is dead or alive, this void power that is so huge that it cannot be concealed, and even comparable to the evil god, is absolutely impossible to fake!

What the hell is going on......

"Boom ——————!!!!"

A dragon's roar interrupted his thoughts, and Loren looked up in astonishment to see that the dragon, glowing in dark blue, had spread its wings and roared at Eugen's figure.

"Iolet, come back——!"

In the midst of the raging wind, Brandon, who was held down by Loren, shouted in shock: "I haven't let you go yet!"

The dragon Mirasis let out a roar of discontent, but it was clearly too late—the swooping blue dragon had already opened its bloody jaws, and golden-red flames shot out like pillars of light.

The convulsive Eugen raised his knife without raising his head, and swung it into the sky, and the ice and snow surged with the storm towards the pillar of fire that fell from the sky, and in an instant, billowing waves of air and smoke engulfed his figure.

This shocking scene, whether it is the elven warriors or the Ebolden defenders, is the same stunned and at a loss.

On the side of the Ebotden defenders, Count Eckert, who was the first to recover his senses from the shock, immediately rushed to the front of the black-haired wizard and knelt down on one knee excitedly:

"Duke, do you want to organize a counterattack immediately - under the chaos, the enemy's morale is likely to collapse, and with the cover of the dragon, we can ...... it"

Boom ————!!!!

Before he could finish his sentence, another explosion suddenly sounded, and it seemed as if the whole of Ebolden trembled with it.

The blue dragon named "Iolet" was obviously not a particularly patient guy, and it couldn't wait for the air wave to dissipate before it swooped down, and its huge body slammed into the ground.

The white air wave dispersed to the surroundings, like a beautiful mushroom cloud.

"No, keep the original plan as it was. ”

Looking at the "thrilling" scene in the distance, the black-haired wizard, who had pondered for a moment, shook his head: "The situation is delicate and dangerous now—but in any case, the appearance of the dragon did temporarily force the elves to retreat. ”

"We must make good use of this short time and organize the retreat of the remaining civilians and troops in the city as soon as possible - otherwise, when that little prince reacts, the three-headed dragon alone will not be able to stop the army of 100,000!"

Hearing this, the Count of Eckert did not hesitate, and immediately carried out Loren's decision - as an adjutant, he had the duty to remind and advise, but the more important task was to resolutely obey and carry out the orders of the commander-in-chief.

Military orders are like a mountain, and once they are decided, they cannot be changed.

Looking at the soldiers behind him who had already begun to move, Loren, who frowned, raised his head again and turned his gaze to the battle situation in the distance.

Although he made the most cautious decision, Loren actually had a little bit of a faint expectation.

From the Broken Mountains to the Great Green Sea, Brandon's dragon Milasis has turned the tide more than once, turning the originally collapsed battle situation into his own counterattack in an instant, and is as powerful as the shell of an evil god, and in front of the dragon, it is just a meat bag that will be hammered.

And this time, they have three dragons on their side, three!

Even if the "resurrected" Eugen can be invincible enough to be one-on-one with the dragon, can he still defeat the three-headed dragon in one go?!

As for those hundred battleships and the launchers on them ... To put it mildly, unless the dragon hovers in mid-air and is a target for the elves, it's really just a nice ornament.

In appearance, the dragon's burly and somewhat "bulky" body is very deceptive, and it is easy to forget that what is really terrifying about them is their agility and speed, which are completely inconsistent with their size.

No matter how you look at it, it's a winning situation.

So even if Brandon was full of impatience and dissatisfaction, it was only because the other party did not obey his orders, not because he was worried that the desolate beast would lose to a long-eared elf.

"Alas... Really, this young man is really disobedient as always!"

With his waist inserted, Brandon had an expression of "an old father looks at his mischievous son", and sighed there: "I didn't take him if I knew it, just pull in Milasis and Grum." ”

Hearing this, the black-haired fifty turned his head, looked at His Royal Highness the prince who sighed inexplicably, and stared at him for more than ten seconds.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just curiosity. Loren shrugged, but couldn't help but show a very incomprehensible expression:

"How did you convince the dragons of Torch Peak Mountain to make the three-headed dragon willingly obey you—if I'm not mistaken, didn't the dragon riders of the Desarion family make a contract with only one dragon at a time?"

As the words fell, Brandon's expression became very strange.

"Ah, this. His Royal Highness the prince shifted his gaze and subconsciously scratched his face with his index finger:

"That's a long story. ”

Well?

"Actually, it's not that complicated - to put it simply, my original mission to convince the Dragons of Jufeng Mountain failed from the beginning. ”

Spreading his hands, Brandon sighed, "The answer to me from the eldest dragons is that they will join the necessary battles at the necessary time and in the necessary places... As for what is 'necessary', they have the final say. ”

"......" Loren Turin.

"You also know that I am the only dragon rider in this generation - this in itself is a signal, after fourteen generations, the relationship between the dragons of Jufeng Mountain and the De Salion family is not as close as it was back then, and the reason why they are willing to fulfill the agreement is probably for the sake of Queen Brunhilde's bloodline. ”

That's understandable... Loren nodded thoughtfully: "That... How did you convince the three dragons?"

"It's even simpler – like I said, it's not that they're unwilling to keep their promises, they're too lazy to do so. Shaking his index finger, Brandon said with some smugness:

"So I quickly changed course, and instead of taking it upon myself to do so, let our venerable Majesty Queen Mirasis persuade her countrymen. ”

"Venerable Milashis is known to be a graceful and lovely girl, and she has many suitors among the younger generation of dragons, so... Well, you've seen it. ”

"The red one is Groom, the blue one is Eolit, and they're two of the strongest of the youngest generation of dragons... Of course, after throwing out the vast majority of dragons who are still in their infancy and can't even fly. ”

“......”

Loren was completely speechless.

As for Brandon to get Miracis to agree to this kind of thing, what price did he pay and even betray Hue... He also has no interest in going deeper.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

The roar of the dragon that shook the sky rang out, and the brief battle between the elves and the dragon finally came to an end—Iolit stood proudly and roared in the sky, its inky blue scales glittering like crystal in the sunlight.

"Hmm... It looks like it's over, and Iollet's efficiency is quite high!" Brandon hugged his shoulder, and looked at the black-haired wizard very proudly:

"How about it, do you want him to make persistent efforts and burn the elven fleet to ashes to cover the retreat of the soldiers and civilians in Ebolden?"

"Or shall we simply let Grum and the lad go along—let them both compete to see which hot-blooded boy is more worthy to win the heart of our beautiful and noble Milasis?"

But Loren didn't answer him.

Loren, who gritted his teeth, stared at the water vapor that had not yet dissipated.

Wrong.

It can't be like this, the little prince on the other side ... There can never be such a simple trap.

In the next second, a "pillar of light" suddenly rose from the direction of the port, drawing a graceful arc in the air - it looked very gorgeous and dazzling under the lead-gray sky.

The black-haired wizard's pupils shrank, and a cold touch spread from head to toe.

As that pillar of light "rises", followed by the second, third, and fourth......

Dozens of pillars of light, lined up from the direction of the harbor and the Jewel River ferry, rose straight into the air one after another, and swooped down on the same target as the first pillar of light.

The goal is ......

"Iolite ——?!!!"