Eberden City, the crossing of the Jewel River – The little prince standing on the deck of the flagship has a smile on his lips, and his burning eyes glitter with strange excitement.

At the end of the line of sight, the winged dragon Eolet was approaching the ferry, its huge body blocking the sun like a black shadow, bringing an indescribable sense of oppression and fear, and a dull roar like thunder bursting from a cumulonimbus cloud, making people shudder.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming......"

Repeating the same words over and over again, the stiff-smiling little prince's eyes were fixed on the rapidly approaching black shadow, as if it would pounce directly in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The cold hands and feet were trembling unconsciously, the corners of the mouth were twitching subconsciously, and the heartbeat was fast as if it was about to burst out in the next second... No matter how desperately he tried to stay calm and restrained, the little prince still couldn't hold back the fear in his heart.

After all, it's a dragon, it's a dragon.

It's a dragon that even a whole round of launcher fire, but it's just a "little bit of skin"!

And now this desolate beast that is enough to destroy the city and destroy the country is rushing straight towards him, and he is definitely here to take revenge on himself just now!

Even if everything is designed by yourself, you have to face a dragon who is not good, or angry to the extreme... Not feeling fear at all, that's impossible.

"This is not a joke, one will really die if you are not careful. Clenching his teeth to prevent his mouth from trembling, the little prince's smile became more and more twitching, and he desperately lowered his voice and muttered: "No matter how fun the game is, there is no point in dying......"

"But on the other hand, if you can't feel such an intuitive fear, without surprise and excitement, no matter how interesting the game is, it will become empty and boring, super boring, right?"

Raising his eyebrows, the little prince's eyes glanced at the deck on the side, there were only a few dozen elven warriors standing on the empty flagship, and their expressions were more nervous than the other;

As for why there are only a few dozen ... That, of course, was because the little prince had withdrawn the elven army from the battleship at the ferry in advance.

The nominal reason, of course, was the ambush of the retreating Ebolden defenders ... Of course, it was impossible to cover up the movement of tens of thousands of people, and just as the 30,000 troops attacking the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower were withdrawn, the little prince transferred them and the 10,000 or so troops of the battleship out of the city and marched along the Jewel River to catch up.

As for the real reason... Of course, because the morale of this army is about to collapse.

After five days of rotational fighting, the Ebolden defenders were of course desperate to no more, but the morale of the elves was also at its limit - by the later stages, almost every army had fought at least a dozen times in a row, and was exhausted to the point of being unable to fight again.

Morale is an invisible and intangible force that can greatly affect a group, just like a contagious disease; high morale can make soldiers forget to die, and low morale can lead to an inexplicable rout on the whole front.

In the last days, the little prince simply pulled the army besieging the fortress to camp on the other side of the city, attacking in reckless turns—the main army was always camped on the periphery, occasionally launching shorter offensives to maintain good morale.

Now that it is time for the final battle, of course, we must clear the venue first, so that all the "irrelevant members" can get out of the stage.

Therefore, there are only more than a thousand elven warriors in the combined number of warships at the Gem River ferry, and most of them are Overlord warriors who failed in the previous raid on the ancient castle.

There is no way, as the head of the four courts, they still shoulder the obligation of "protecting the royal court", it is impossible, and they dare not leave His Royal Highness the prince to flee for their lives - as long as they are discovered, the end will definitely be worse than death.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

Thunder exploded overhead, and the excited little prince and the frightened elven warriors looked up at the sky at the same time, and the roaring inky blue dragon suddenly hovered above his head, his wings spread.

Phew——————

Waves immediately broke out on the calm river, and the wind that almost tore the battleship to pieces swept over the deck over and over again, mixed with the dragon's roar that could almost crack the eardrums, just a photo, and the eight elven warships crowded on the ferry instantly lost their combat effectiveness.

Rumble!

By the time the elves opened their eyes and slowly climbed up, it was as if the deck had just been weathered by a storm - there was barely anything left but the bare masts and propped up launchers.

"It's coming, it's coming... It's finally here!" The drenched little prince got up from the deck in embarrassment, and looked at the dragon roaring at him in the windy sky with open arms and a wild smile:

"Come on, let me see if I have the qualifications to become the first dragon slayer in the Azores kingdom - the herald ordered all the warships at the ferry to gather fire into the sky and shoot this large four-legged lizard down!"

"Long live His Highness Rodria ——!!!!"

A thunderous roar sounded on the surface of the river, and the resolute elven warriors rushed to the transmitter and turned on the launch switch with all their might.

Eight pillars of light rose rapidly into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, gathering fire at the Iolet in the sky from eight different directions almost without any dead ends.

At the moment of the explosion, the exploding dust scattered like rolling waves;

In the next second, the roaring inky blue dragon spread its wings and shattered the dust!

Aolit, who had stubbornly resisted the bombardment of this concentrated fire, broke through the wave of qi, and his still burning body roared like a flame possession, roaring towards the first battleship in front of him.

Bang——!

In the bursting waves, the elven battleship was directly stopped and cut off, and the terrible screams and exclamations of the elven warriors sounded in the flying waves.

But Iolit did not stop, and the amber dragon eyes filled with anger did not leave the flagship where the little prince was from beginning to end.

"Oops, oops, oops... Is this to tear apart everything that protects me first, and then come and kill me?" Even though he was smiling, the little prince's expression was still mixed with uncontrollable fear: "Okay, then let's try it!"

Pillars of light rose into the air one after another, striking Eolit one after another, and as the explosions continued, the scales on the inky blue dragon's body continued to fall off, revealing dark red muscle lines on its torso.

But those wounds, the marks of the explosion, the shattered scales... Not only did it not weaken his strength in the slightest, but it showed more and more his hideous and vicious monster face.

That's the dragon, the dragon that can conquer the world... The little prince with a stiff smile kept trembling his pupils.

"Then let's see, see who can kill whom—all ships, keep firing at that blue dragon, and don't stop me until it's all gone!"

"Yes, long live His Highness Rhodrya——!!!!"

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"He wants to be a dragon slayer?"

In the burning ruins, the black-haired wizard blurted out a little shocked and surprised, staring at the elven girl who was trembling under her feet.

"Yes, yes, yes... It's all designed by this big villain, and people just have to obey orders!" Mixed with sobbing cries, a frightened Shera nodded desperately:

"Whether it's a puppet show, resurrecting Eugen, the plan to attack Ebberden... All, all of it was him, it was all his plan, he was behind the super-bad, he was... Yikes——!"

With an indifferent expression, Loren pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and moved the blade of the "Dawn" greatsword a few points closer to the elf girl's neck.

"Second warning... I didn't ask, don't talk to yourself. ”

"Yes......"

Xuela, who looked aggrieved, bit her lower lip tightly, shrunk into a ball, and didn't even dare to cry.

Looking at the distant direction of the ferry, the waves that were higher than the city wall, Loren frowned slightly.

Because he couldn't think of any way for the other party to kill a dragon?

That's right, explosions and heavy blows at close range can inflict irreversible wounds on dragons – one of the dragons was killed by an avalanche after being severely injured in the Battle of Bloodbones Valley in Generation 6.

If you fill a warship with oil and explosives, you might have a chance - an explosion that would have flattened both the barrage gates and the city gates would be as powerful as the avalanche that killed the dragon in the first place.

But what did Prince Rhodria have to do to make Eolit really obediently stick to the battleship and be bombed... No, should it be said that there really is something in this world that can "restrict the dragon's movements"?

"There is ......," the elf girl's faint and delicate voice sounded.

Well?!

The black-haired wizard bowed his head sharply, and his feet unconsciously pushed a little harder.

"People, people are saying that something suddenly came to mind!" Looking at the blade that was a few points closer to her neck, Shera screamed in horror, "Poor, almost two or three days ago!"

"What happened two or three days ago?" Loren said coldly, "You can say it this time." ”

"Two or three days ago, the Temple of Rhodría... That big bad guy suddenly asked a few elven warriors to find a way to salvage something from the bottom of the harbor......"

Salvage something?

A frowning Loren raised his gaze and looked at the battlefield of the ferry with the waves splashing in the distance.

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Boom ——————!!!!

Facing the fierce winds and huge waves in his face, the little prince, standing alone on the flagship deck, kept counting the distance between the dragon and himself.

It's close... It's almost there, it's just a little bit there......

On the river, the few elven warships that occupied the ferry were almost destroyed, and only the two remaining ones were still desperately resisting, but they were only able to hold off the dragon Iolit for a few minutes.

No, the dragon will notice it now, and he must wait until he gets closer, closer.

Boom ——!!!!

With the sound of crackling, the two remaining warships were also cut off by the dragon's claws of Iolite - the sunken battleship blocked almost the entire river of the ferry, and the inky blue dragon trapped in it was almost impossible to move an inch.

But this little problem did not stop Iorit from being angry and rushing towards the flagship protected by all the warships!

Looking at the huge black shadow that was already close to him, the little prince who was completely occupied by fear couldn't hold it anymore, and forcefully broke off the rudder that should have been condemned to death.

Now is the time!

Bang!

At that moment, the dragon Iolet faintly sensed that something seemed to be shaking at the bottom of the Gem River, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued to attack the flagship.

A chain stretched out from the bottom of the sea, and the hook hooked one of Aeolite's hind paws, dragging it downward.

The roaring black dragon slammed its hind limbs hard, spreading its wings to break free.

It's a pity... It's too late.

Soon, the second, third, fourth... Countless chains came out of the river like tentacles, wrapping around him, hooking and even piercing his limbs and torso, and finally even wrapped around the roots of his wings, binding him to death.

The dark blue dragon desperately tried to struggle, but couldn't get rid of it no matter what—the wrecked and sunken battleship blocked the crossing, leaving him with no room to struggle.

The frightened little prince, the corners of his mouth finally hooked up... Although this smile is extremely ghostly.

"Surprised, surprised......" The little prince smiled with fear: "I didn't expect this to be a trap, you winged lizard!

Iolet didn't answer him, just kept whispering.

"Don't struggle, this is a chain built by your Ebolden defenders to stop my fleet, and the barrage that has sunk to the bottom of the sea and been buried in a pile of rubble is the barrage that hooks it!"

"Well, if you hadn't smashed my fleet to pieces so much that the entire river was blocked, there might have been any hope of breaking free, but for now... Tsk tsk. ”

Shaking the index finger of his right hand, the little prince stood with a smile on his face, looking up at the dragon with an expression as if he was looking down at him:

"By the way, guess what's in the battleships you destroyed?"

The answer is simple... It's all fire oil—so now there's a thick layer of fire oil floating on the surface of the entire Gem River crossing. ”

"And guess what's in this flagship at my feet?"

"The answer is revealed... It's something that can explode!" The little prince smiled even more happily, and spread his arms to the sides, looking at the already enraged dragon Iolet.

"So now, Honorable Dragon, I give you the power to choose—first, you can just keep struggling, and then I'll detonate this ship beneath my feet when I've safely evacuated. ”

"Or... You can just detonate it with your dragon flame, and then see if we can both die together, or at least have a chance to kill me together......"

"Will I be killed without any resistance, or will I kill myself... It's up to you to choose. ”

"Two choices, one result... Come, baby dragon, make your choice;"

"Then, surprise me!"