The thick dark clouds on the horizon slowly dispersed, and the sun shone on the already blood-soaked battlefield again.

The soft light caresses every scarred soul impartially.

Narse let out a heavy wheezing sound, and the countless undead at his feet seemed to indicate his fury and strength, but now he could easily crush even the weight of a feather.

The demons were still tireless, but Nalse was overwhelmed, and he slowly retreated to the blood-red boulder not far away.

The fishy sweet smell in his mouth reminded him that he had to rest for a while, and he had to do it, and he couldn't lift any strength in his body.

Covering the wound on his waist, Narse slowly sat down against the boulder, and then looked up at the vast sky filled with the setting sun: "If only I could drink a good pot of wine."

He muttered, and the demons around him leaned cautiously towards him.

"Hmph. Narse smiled disdainfully: "It seems that this business is a bit of a loss." ”

The cold glow of the blade flashed into the eyes of every demon.

One by one, the valiant knights fell in front of them, their hands trembling slightly.

The blade had long been dulled by the long hours of fighting, so much so that it was stuck in the flesh and blood of the demons.

The short knife that slashed at him forced him to let go of his sword and step back, but as soon as he dodged it, he was struck out by the hammer that followed.

His flowing black hair danced in the air, and when he was unconscious, he seemed to see countless ice flowers swaying in the wind on this blood-red battlefield.

For some reason, Don Quixote actually showed a happy smile, his lips kept opening and closing, but he didn't make a sound at all, and the sentence was faintly visible: "The ice cream flowers wither and bloom, but some people go with the wind like feathers." ”

The dazzling thunder and lightning and scorching fireballs in the battlefield slowly lost their luster and trace.

The long, already messy purple hair that was tied up was gently sliced apart by a short knife swinging from a dark corner.

Her long purple hair fluttered slightly along the wind that was blowing from nowhere.

Fatera, who hunched back and retreated, was directly pounced on this devastated land by Tel Aviv, who was running quickly not far away.

The short knife swung quickly in front of the eyes of the two of them.

Tel Aviv raised the last of his strength and rolled to the side, and the two of them lay on their backs on the blood-covered ground.

The demon approached little by little, but the two of them didn't even have the strength to move, so they could only look up at the slowly dimming sky.

Although he no longer had the consciousness to resist, Fadra seemed to have some strength left in his mouth.

She glanced at Tel Aviv and gently moved her shriveled lips: "Hey, facial paralysis." ”

This made the corners of Tel Aviv's mouth raise a helpless smile: "I said, can you be quiet for a while before you die? ”

"It seems that you still don't understand who is more stupid, Death Stick. As he spoke, Phadra snorted, as if his movements were too big, and he was involved in the wounds on his body.

This made Tel Aviv subconsciously turn his head and glance at Fadra: "Of course, if you still have the strength." ”

"Well, forget it, I don't want to have to deal with a god-nagging priest before I die. ”

"Thank you so much, moody witch. ”

The vibrant green has long been soaked in blood, but the weak body has not retreated in the slightest.

He opened his slender fingers with ease, and the arrows on the string flew with it.

The hand quickly stretched out to the quiver on her leg, the arrows she had just collected on the battlefield were long gone, but she didn't expect that this was the last arrow she shot.

Ilul gently threw away the bow in his hand, but for some reason, he suddenly felt relaxed.

She sat down with relief, and then gently hugged Aya in her arms: "Aya, I'm sorry, it's all my sister's fault." ”

Tears welled up in Ilul's turquoise eyes, and she hugged Aya's arms harder and harder.

The short knife standing silently on the side constantly exudes the brilliance of life.

The sunlight gently caressed Ilul's slightly fluttering eyelashes, signaling survival and hope.

At this moment, the leader of the orcs, who was leading the mash-up army, walked quickly in front of the Queen of the Dark Elves: "This is not the situation planned, Wendini, you better explain to me. ”

"Explain? Why don't you ask your damn organization, I didn't see a second guy with the mark of stupidity on his arm except you, shouldn't you give the explanation, General Antonio from Angmarcy. Hearing Antonio's attack, Wendini could only draw her attention back from the dragon for the time being.

However, their current situation has become extremely dangerous, and as the demons on the battlefield slowly coalesce, the demons mixed with the orc army have also quickly turned against them, and they have decisively fought against the dark elves and orcs.

Antonio loudly gave the order to defend the orcs in front of him, then turned his head and continued to stare at Wendini: "Are you kidding me?

"I can't blame me, there shouldn't be a creature like a dragon in the Demon Realm. With that, Wendini raised her hand and pointed to the huge black dot in the sky that was constantly moving.

"So you're telling such a clumsy lie, Wendini, Wendini, are you really thinking everyone is a fool?" said Antonio, drawing his sword and swinging it at Wendini's neck.

However, the moment the sword was unsheathed, Wendini turned into a cloud of black mist and flashed behind Antonio's back.

She raised one hand to Antonio's shoulder, and the fingers of the other hand gently caressed his rough face: "Oh, I've never heard of such a thing, it's all because the dragon disrupted our plans, isn't it?"

After hearing this, a strange smile appeared on Antonio's face, and then he gently took Wendini's hand on his shoulder: "Oh, that sounds good. ”

However, Antonio's reaction made Wendini a little nervous.

The strange reaction made her wonder what Antonio was plotting about.

But the next moment, Antonio took Wendini's hand and decisively thrust it into his chest: "You should pray now, Wendini, I hope you can live in peace on this continent in the future." ”

Finally, grinning at Wendini, Antonio directly raised his hand and smashed the crystal in his hand.

As the white smoke spread, his figure disappeared before Wendini's eyes.

"Space magic, you've got a lot of stock, Antonio. With that, Wendini didn't care.

Antonio would do this just to dump the black pot on her, which is not a big deal for her, and she is very happy that someone will hate her.

As long as you can gain the power of a dragon, these are small things.

However, as if to spy on her thoughts again, it was not long before the dragon lost the pleasure of fighting them, and ignored any of their attacks, opening its jaws to summon a black cloud of lightning before leaving.

But Wendini would just give up.

She quickly flew into the air, trying to stop the dragon, but the dragon's speed was not comparable to hers.

Seeing that the dragon was about to disappear into the sky, Wendini quickly drew the bow and arrow from her waist and shot an arrow containing her power at the dragon.

However, this did not stop the dragon until Wendini could no longer catch the dragon.

Wendini froze in place, and after a long while, she sighed softly: "Retreat." ”

Following her order, all the surviving dark elves quickly withdrew from the Demon Realm battlefield.

The spaceship in the distance quickly approached the battlefield that had long been silent, and one arrow after another tilted down, which made the demons who were originally going to clean up the battlefield only hold their heads and run away.

With it comes an army of well-trained and sturdy orcs, who descend on the battlefield quickly and in good order.

The orc army is constantly chasing the fleeing demons and betrayed orcs, and at the same time, they are constantly looking for survivors on the battlefield.

Some of the sad endings seem to have come to an end.

In the dim cave, the dragon sat silently in human form against the cold stone wall, his short dark purple hair was messy, and he had been injured in many places, looking quite embarrassed: "Anyway, this is also a good thing, right, Kurazzo." ”

Curazo's silver-white eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness: "My king, with all due respect, you don't have to be so anxious. ”

Then, he sighed softly, "In any case, it's not necessary to face five races alone, if those dark elves who can only play clever tricks are counted, but this is somewhat more than worth the loss. ”

"Nonsense, such a tempting amount, besides, it's still a good thing after all. With that, the dragon found a chair and sat down.

"It's also tempting to take advantage of the impurities that have been abandoned by the world?" said Kurazzo, shaking his head and smiling.

This made the dragon seed can't help but stand up slowly, and then patted the dust on his body: "I said, during this time, you have not been reviewing how to embarrass me?"

Kurazo smiled, not answering the question of the dragon species, but turned around and went to study the magic that he had not finished studying just now, and muttered in a low voice: "Is it really worth it, after a thousand years of hard work, or is there only obsession left after all." ”

The dragon seed was stunned, he smiled helplessly, he didn't remember it himself, has it been a thousand years?

The return fleet, the elven master ship.

Once again, Ilul changed into a heavy gown

The green dress perfectly sets off her elegance and intellectuality, but at this time, her face is full of doubts: "Queen Mother, why did you rush over?"

This made the elf queen can't help but smile and rub Ilul's head: "You have to observe more carefully, in fact, Rocky has already shown his feet, but I have no evidence." ”

"But this time, he was a little anxious, although he still let him run away, but luckily you're okay, my Elul. The Elven Queen's eyes were full of kindness.

After listening, Ilul lowered her eyes slightly: "It's all thanks to Aya." ”

"She's a little naughty, but she's reliable and worth reusing. The Elven Queen said this, and she also admired Aya.

Then, she suddenly winked at Yiluer: "If I'm not mistaken, Aya will be a hundred years old soon." ”

Ilul had some bad premonitions, and she took a step back slightly: "Why did you suddenly talk about this, Queen Mother." ”

"Why is there such a big reaction. The queen glanced at Ilul suspiciously, but she didn't pay too much attention to it, raised her hand to clean the dust from Ilul's hair, and then continued: "Actually, it's nothing, it's Zelath's grandson, hasn't he always had a good impression of Aya, you should know it too, Ilul." ”

Ilul's eyes were a little erratic, and he politely refused for Aya: "Queen Mother, this kind of thing should be decided by Aya herself." ”

"Elul, that Auston, he actually ......" Before the queen could finish speaking, she was pushed away by Ilul, "Queen Mother, I'm a little hungry, let's go eat something first." ”

It was only in front of Ilul that the strong and calm queen would look like this.

However, Aya's first reaction when she opened her eyes was to ask López about her condition first, which made Ilul a little unhappy.

But that's what she thought about, Aya was fine, and that was the thing that made her most glad.

Of course, it is basically impossible to get those elves, who are full of disgust for humans, to accept López.

Ilul could only hope to keep it a little longer in the face, and that was the best she could do.

The dazzling sun slowly left, and the horizon slowly became dark.

At this time, Narse was standing on the deck, looking at the short sword in his hand and thinking.

His body had reverted to his human form, and the dagger in his hand was the one that López had forgotten on the battlefield.

"Has the power dried up?" he muttered, then grinned, "Maybe it's not that bad. ”

"It's a shame I didn't see my grandfather. Covered in bandages, Don Quixote walked slowly towards Narse.

"That's a shame, I'm almost going to say goodbye to my cute coins. As she spoke, Narcher glanced back at him.

"You're really not worried about your apprentice at all. Don Quixote turned his back against the ship's railing and silently looked at the badly damaged knight on board.

This made Nalse sigh, but there was still no serious meaning in his words: "The apprentice who only knows how to waste gold coins is not worth worrying about at all. ”

On the other side, Tel Aviv was slowly walking towards the orc tribe responsible for healing the sacrifice with a helpless face.

Fadra's face flushed slightly, and in order to divert attention, his mouth was still not idle: "Hey, warn you, don't take advantage of the old lady." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in a wrinkled witch like you. Tel Aviv's face still had no expression, but his hands seemed to have nowhere to put them all at once.

Antonio, who had long since escaped the Demon Realm, was finally able to sit down and rest.

In fact, he had already discovered that Wendini was going to summon the dragon, and the reason why he didn't report it in time was just to get a piece of the pie.

But what neither he nor Wendini expected was that the damn dragon species was so powerful.

Finally, night slowly falls.