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The three Snow Elf priests perform an unknown dance around the orange orb, occasionally squeaking like a slogan. And with this squeak, the snow elves around the sphere, as well as those humans who have rebelled into the snow elf tribe as slaves, will shout in unison, making inexplicable sounds.

As the crowd parted, a group of snow elves carried the roasted meat to the bottom of the orange orb, arranging the items in the order they had been.

"Roar!" A dragon's roar was heard in the distance. This majestic sound caused the entire square to squeak in a chaotic manner.

This situation only lasted for a second, and then I saw the snow elf priest with the staff dancing even more excitedly, and the frequency of shouting in his mouth also increased. Gradually, on the edge of the square, the snow elves and humans around the orange sphere danced along with the dance of the snow elf priest.

"Whew!" The wings spread, the air roared, and the golden dragon appeared above the square. There was not the slightest emotion in his lantern-sized dragon eyes, and he just hovered in the air, panting slightly, and looked down at the group of ants, like an emperor who ruled the world looking at his own people with an expressionless face.

"Squeak! Squeak squeak! "The arrival of the dragon has pushed the atmosphere in the square to a higher point, this dragon they have obviously seen, they are obviously not afraid of this dragon attacking them!

The dragon was still hovering, and at this moment, the high priest with the staff stepped out and gently reached out and pressed against the snow elves in the square. The originally warm and noisy atmosphere instantly returned to silence.

The Snow Elf High Priestess nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the dragon hovering in the air and stretched out his hands and shouted, "Squeak! Squeak squeak! Squeaky ......"

Faced with the call of the Snow Elf High Priestess, the dragon gave it an indifferent look, and then its wings closed slightly, and it fell straight down. When he was still more than ten meters above the ground, his pair of fleshy wings spread out again.

"Whew!" Intense air currents spread out in all directions, centering on the dragon's position, and dust flew in all directions. Some of the snow elves at the front were hit by the current and took several steps backwards, and a few even fell down.

"Squeak ......" The high priestess of the snow elves, eating the staff, danced even more violently, screaming and dancing loudly, as if in a frenzy.

The golden dragon was clearly familiar with the situation, and he ignored the High Priest's shouts and instead crawled straight towards the flesh beneath the orange orb. No matter what kind of meat it was, as long as it was under the orange orb, he swallowed it as if he was enjoying it.

The Snow Elf High Priestess next to him became even more excited when he saw the dragon begin to enjoy the food offered by his tribe. The excitement seemed to infect the surroundings, and as the dragon ate, the surrounding snow elves and their human slaves changed from a state of silence to a loud cry of excitement.

The dragon ate quickly, and after two or three strokes of the food in front of him, he burped leisurely. He exhaled a long breath of relief, and then his wings shook and he soared directly into the air.

"Squeak! ......" Even though he had been shouting like this for hours, the Snow Elf High Priestess was still shouting as if he were tireless, conveying to the dragon the awe of their tribe and the meaning of their supplication.

The dragon had apparently listened to the language of the snow elves, and learning the languages of other races was one of the few pastimes in their long lives. He took to his feet and flew around the orange orb twice.

“Yol Toor Shul！” His mouth opened slightly, and a blazing flame erupted from it, hitting the orange orb straight onto it.

The orange sphere didn't burn, it seemed to absorb fire and heat, and as the dragon's gaze continued, the entire sphere was dark red and restrained, and the light emitted became more and more dazzling.

"Squeak!" Bathed in the light and heat of the sun created by their relatives, the vanished dwarves, all the snow elves in the square boiled.

Light and heat ...... Once upon a time, they also had the right to enjoy them. Once upon a time, they could also enjoy the blue of the sky and the warmth of the sun. There is also the change of the four seasons, the spring rain is warm, the summer is scorching, the autumn breeze is cool, and the winter snow is awe-inspiring, which is the natural treatment they once enjoyed! Those damn humans! Aggressor! Usurped their land and drove them into the darkness of the earth! And the disgusting cousins, who fed them poisonous mushrooms and left them with degraded eyes and crippled bodies! Drive them as slaves!

"Squeak!" The high priest held his hands high.

"Squeak!" The snow elves below shouted loudly.

"Squeak!" Again, the High Priest raised his hands.

"Squeak!" The shouts of the snow elves became even more enthusiastic.

"What's going on out there?" Naturally, Yord and the others in the hall also heard the roar of the dragon and the crazy cries of the snow elves behind them.

The leader of the eighth group, the female mage, shrugged at Yolde, saying that she didn't know what was going on. Yord didn't know the language of the Snow Elves, but he could clearly feel the increasingly vicious malice emanating from the Snow Elves who were supervising him and the others.

Finally, the fiery atmosphere caused a snow elf in the hall to cry out. He shouted, drawing the long sword from his waist and stabbing it hard at one of the Redguards in front of him. This Red Guard is a strong man, although he has been forced to poison by these snow elves, and his body is weak. But in this moment of crisis, he also rose up to resist. Several of his companions next to him also desperately rushed towards this group of snow elves.

There was one, naturally there was a second, and soon the remaining thirty or so humans in the hall began hand-to-hand combat with a dozen snow elves, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

After all, it was hand-to-hand combat, but due to the weakness of the captured humans, they only looked fierce. In the face of the snow elves with weapons, they were only slaughtered one-sidedly.

"Choke!" A bolt of bolt shot into the hall, which bounced off and fell at Yord's feet. The chaos in the hall kept the bolt unnoticed by the snow elves.

"This is ......" Yord, who was on the outside, naturally noticed the crossbow arrow under his feet, he looked down, and happened to see a ring fixed on the crossbow arrow, a familiar ring - this is the space ring given to him by Wei Xu!

Without a trace, Yord took the ring to his hand, and while looking around for the archer, he took out the antidote placed in the most conspicuous place from the ring, as well as the confiscated weapons and armor of himself and others. As if telepathically, within three breaths, Yord saw Derryman, who was crouching on the platform next to the building's load-bearing columns.