Summer Thunder !!!

In the midst of a pair of shocked pupils, the winged demon dragon suddenly appeared under the blue dome, and the endless earth suddenly rolled up with a strong wind, and snowflakes flew in the sky!

The knight and his lieutenant were completely stunned, completely forgetting what they had just planned, and stared in amazement as the huge figure of Na Soaring wandered in the sky, as if even the air trembled with the vibration of the wings.

In the next moment, the roaring Milasis in the sky fell down and opened its terrifying bloody mouth, and the huge power was like substance, and the storm changed suddenly!

The knight's pupils trembled when he was surrounded by soldiers, but he quickly regained his composure, and sighed faintly, his mood extremely complicated:

"We... I—I may have made a very wrong decision. ”

"If you go to the rescue now, you should still have time to remedy. The adjutant hurriedly proposed, calmly analyzing the situation in front of him: "Even with the dragon, it is impossible for His Highness Brandon to destroy all the werewolves in the ice and pursue the fleeing monsters, and it should be ...... for this reason."

"Impossible. ”

The knight shook his head and sighed, "You still underestimate this Highness Brandon, do you really think that he deliberately didn't let the dragon protect the convoy forward?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's a De Salion. ”

The knight's pupils flashed with a strange emotion: "Never underestimate any De Salion, they have the blood of a dragon in their body. ”

"So...... The next time I make such a low-level mistake again, remember to punch me in the face. ”

"This—This is too ......."

"It's an order. ”

"Yes!" the adjutant bowed his head vigorously.

In the next moment, the knight and the hoplites around him all looked at the camp where the sound of fighting echoed in the distance without squinting.

There is also the golden-red "rain of fire" that fell from the sky.

"Holy Cross bless, fortunately it caught up in time!"

Brandon de Salion, who was in the middle of the camp, patted his chest, and although it was a happy tone, the bright smile on his face did not diminish at all, and even became more dazzling, grinning at the corners of his mouth as if whispering to a lover:

"You're such a bad girl, my dear Milasis, that your best friend nearly lost her life! It's just terrible!"

In response to him, a fire was as fierce as a storm!

The black-haired wizard wielding shiny silver stared at the huge figure that rained down in the air, and the last time he was at Ebolden, he only saw the remains of the monster, but he only looked at it from a distance, and he didn't see the figure of the desolate beast with his own eyes.

So, this is really a first time.

Asriel on his shoulder, he didn't know where to run when the dragon appeared, otherwise he would really want to talk to him about the dragon.

That's right, the real deal...... Dragon.

Streamlined body, mirror-like scales, crimson water chestnut ...... All of this is so fantastical that it feels very unreal, and even has a dream-like texture.

Of course, there's another thing that's particularly strange is that after opening the "valve", Loren finally has a way to communicate directly with beings like Asriel through the Spirit Temple, rather than having a vampire read his mind.

So he could barely understand the language of certain monsters. Well, for example, this dragon in front of you.

This dragon ......

How is it female?

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

With the sudden appearance of the dragon Mirasis, the "camp encounter" immediately took a radical turn.

The air was filled with a thick smell of burning, and the werewolves who rushed to the front didn't even let out a scream before they were turned into "ice water" by the dragon flame that fell from the sky and the surrounding snow.

And Milasis, who flapped his wings in the air, still did not stop, but circled around the camp, roaring and opening his bloody mouth, letting the golden-red pillars of fire sweep through the charging line of the ice werewolves over and over again!

Screaming, wailing...... Those words were no longer enough to describe the scene in front of him, it was a completely one-sided slaughter, and the flames of the impact were constantly splashing on the ground mixed with bright red "ice and snow waves".

The mutated werewolves are covered in thick fur all over their bodies, which allows them to run through the ice fields and blizzards in the cold that humans cannot endure, and at the same time resist the fire of arrows.

But in the face of Dragon Flame, the fur that originally protected them became the most fatal place: because they were too easy to ignite, but too heavy, they were not directly turned into ashes by Dragon Flame like humans, but burned to death by their own burning fur!

Some of the wailing werewolves are still not afraid of death to pounce on the shield wall in front of them, or they are desperately fleeing, but in the face of the flying dragons, their fate will not make any difference.

"Long live the Empire!"

One of the guard's legionnaires roared, striking his shield with the broken halberd in his hand, and beside him lay a cold, headless skeleton of the captain of the guard.

The surrounding legionnaires drew their swords in agreement, striking their shields as hard as he did. The sonorous sound echoed around the camp, like the beating of war drums, endlessly.

"Long Live the Empire!!!"

The black-haired wizard was slightly stunned by the sound of a neat shout, but soon the movements of the legionnaires made it clear to him that everyone had put their shields behind their backs and stepped forward with their halberds raised.

This is a signal for a counteroffensive.

"Rush!"

No one knew whose voice was the first cry, but the next moment the entire shield wall instantly "split", like a black flower blooming, and launched a charge in all directions.

Burst!

The sound of the halberd tearing, the legionnaires who rushed to the first row collided with the werewolf of the ice plain who was about to flee in a hurry, and the cold halberd pierced the enemy's body from behind, and the blade of the halberd immediately disemboweled.

That's why the legionnaires of the Empire have a halberd in their hands, and the spear may be able to pierce the enemy, but against a monster much bigger than you, a painless stab is not enough, you have to tear it with a single blow!

The killing continues, but the result is already doomed.

Sighing softly, Loren had just turned around to see the dragon in the air folding its wings and landing steadily in the middle of the camp.

"Boom!"

The trembling of the earth bears witness to the weight of this desolate beast.

The dragon that landed on the ground did not show off its might as it did just now, but stretched out its huge head to His Royal Highness the Prince, who was smiling, and rubbed against him to make an incomparable intimacy that was completely inconsistent with its hideous figure.

Although it is some kind of "intimacy", the difference in size makes His Royal Highness the prince almost fall apart.

"I'm sorry, I know it's wrong, Miracis is a good boy who is obedient, not a bad girl who likes to cause trouble!"

"Oh...... This is not the first time? This is impossible, I am a man of his word, and my noble Majesty Queen Mirasis, you should not always be suspicious of your servant. ”

"What, I'm a big liar with a mouth full of lies, my queen, are you so careful...... It hurts, it hurts, spare my life, I don't dare anymore!"

His Royal Highness the "messy in the wind" is trying his best to make up for his previous "misspeech", smiling and appeasing this "awkward" dragon, and the appearance of being flying around with a bloody mouth really makes Loren feel a little palpitating.

The identities of the owner and the servant are often reversed, which is probably a common problem for pet owners, right?

Looking at Brandon, who had climbed down from the dragon's back in rags, Loren shook his head pityingly.

"Just Milasis... Ahem, my dragon told me that I had spotted a troop of cavalry on the way in, not far from our camp. Coughing lightly, His Royal Highness the Prince, who tried his best to save his "dignity", had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth:

"And it's very interesting that their flag is exactly like ours!"

Loren squinted slightly, he had already guessed what Brandon was trying to say.

"We've had a lot of luck. Brandon sneered and snorted:

"You don't need to wait until the Broken Mountain, you can first express your gratitude to the defenders of the Broken Mountain under the command of the imperial brother.

Thanks to them... Such a grand welcome for us!"