I don't know how long it has been since I closed my eyelids and sunk into darkness.

Harold, who had fallen asleep from a magical attack, suddenly felt a furry slap on the back of his head.

His head hurt a little, Harold opened his eyes, he looked around a little dazedly, blinked a few times, and quickly regained consciousness.

"You can fall asleep while fighting, Ben Meow is convinced of you." The gray lynx circled in front of Harold from behind him.

Harold looked around, and the forest was quiet, and the black-robed man had disappeared without a trace.

Harold slapped his thigh hard, and he asked, "What about that guy?" ”

The gray lynx was still roaming: "It's gone." Ben Meow saw that he had just slipped away as if he had just encountered something terrible. Anyway, why do you suddenly take a nap? ”

Harold stomped his foot, he was a little impetuous: "I just got hit, it's a mental attack." ”

The gray lynx raised its neck, puzzled: "You have been tricked?" Then after you were hit, how did Ben Meow look at that person as if he was scared to death, and shouted out in panic. Ben Meow thought you were going to cut it down, but you suddenly stopped moving, leaving the guy running away in a very embarrassed way. ”

"Huh?" Harold was also stunned, and he scratched his hair in confusion. There is some kind of mental attack on him, and the other party should seize the time to attack in a trance, or take the opportunity to subdue himself. That's running away, what's the point?

The other party ran away without a trace, his physical strength and magic consumption were very large, and after entering the St. Maurice Snow Mountain, he chased north to the territory of the Salga Empire, and it seemed that he could not pursue it any longer.

Harold picked up his one-handed axe from the ground and found that the blade was pitted, and the cost of repairing it was about the same as buying a new one.

He threw it again, and the one-handed axe was gone.

After doing this, Harold found a big tree and sat down against it.

Rao is Harold's stamina and stamina are very good, but tonight's long chase and fight really needs to take a breath.

"Lilina, that girl is going to blame me." Harold muttered to himself.

"Ben Meow has always wondered why you wanted to hunt down that person, and now it seems that he gave the human women close to you to that?"

Harold scolded, "That's all you think about? Can you pursue it a little? ”

"Then there has to be a reason, right?"

"It's that the precious pet that my sister fostered in my house was stolen by him, and I can't explain it to her. I don't like women complaining about me. ”

The lynx froze for a moment, laughed a few times, and then rolled all over the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Oops, you humans are so much trouble getting along! If a female lynx is dissatisfied with Ben Meow or is still awkward, Ben Meow will catch one deer, and if it doesn't work, two of them. Anyone who steals any pet can be stolen. ”

Harold snorted coldly, and he said, "Your society is really simple. You must know that pet is a dragon, a dragon that mysteriously disappeared thousands of years ago! It's precious. It's not like you, who run around in the forest. ”

"Dragon, what's that? Is dragon meat good with venison? ”

"I want to try it too! I thought about cutting off a piece of her tail when the little white dragon grew up a little more, anyway, like that kind of reptile, the tail would still grow. This time it's good, there is no chance at all. Harold shook his head, and closed his eyes. Gray snow, I'll sleep for a while. You're just lying on your stomach here, you're excited at night anyway. ”

"Sleep! Ben Meow sees that your eyelids are about to droop. ”

In the darkest hours before dawn, Harold lay under a large tree at the southern foot of the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice, slowly falling asleep.

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The morning sun of dawn pierced the clouds and illuminated the flying black-robed man in the sky, who was flying fast above the clouds with wings on his back.

After only fifteen minutes away from Harold, the black-robed man immediately spent three minutes conjuring up his wings, flying high into the air, and flying over the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice to the southern border of the Salga Empire.

He was restless, and now he only had an endless view from above, and the fact that he was getting farther and farther away from Harold had calmed his panicked heart a little.

The dawn sun illuminated his black wings, which were made of skeleton and membrane, a bit like a bat's wings, but much larger.

The black-robed man looked at the ground and chose a small forest lake that was inaccessible and landed.

He folded his wings and lifted his black hood, revealing a very young face that looked like he was in his twenties.

Powerful bio-energy has repaired the damage on his body.

At this time, snow has already fallen on the northern passes of the St. Maurice Snow Mountains. He landed beside the small lake, stepping on the soft thin snow, and only then did he regain some sense of reality.

Turning his head to look south, he saw that the snow-capped peaks of St. Maurice in the distance were as holy as a goddess.

The black-robed man shook his head desperately and called out his name: "Piert Osuyer! ”

Then he slammed his fist into the trunk of a nearby dead tree, and the snow fell from the dead tree, staining his black hair white.

"Just ......"

Pearct's expression was both confused and fearful: "He, what the hell is he?!" Does that supreme power belong to this world?! ”

Sweat trickled down the tip of Piert Osuye's nose, and he whispered to himself: "Pilt Osuye, you, as the last bloodline of the dragon, no, the only bloodline of the dragon, should not be so out of shape." ”

Peet Osuyer calmed down, he gasped lightly, and his beautiful beard and hair began to turn gray at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The half-dragon state will make his human form younger for a while. After this time, his human form reappeared as a fifty-year-old man.

He pressed his fist against the tree and bowed his head in silence. In his heart, he pondered: "I can't feel it when I am in human form, and when I have just begun to dragonize, I can feel the evil and huge power inside the body of that axe-wielding ghost." That may be where his physical resilience comes from. ”

"No, no, no, maybe it's not evil, but it's huge, and there is no need to distinguish between good and evil. It will only be like a boot stepping on an ant, there is no good or evil. ”

The black dragon Pelt Osuye frowned in pain, and a sense of frustration and helplessness welled up in his heart.

When transforming into a dragon form, he could only feel that the imp holding a sharp axe contained terrifying power, but he couldn't see the level and source of that power at all.

When one thing is clear, it is the power that can make oneself instinctively afraid.

At this time, Piert Osuyer recalled the face of the axe-wielding imp, and his body stiffened.

"A man with a face like a bewitching queen has come into the world....... The ancient gods are resurrected, and the world trembles! Ring, sonata! The death knell of the old world. Piert Osuyer whispered, only the first and last verses, and he laughed at himself: "I didn't expect this doomsday prophetic poem that you yourself have been telling others as a joke to really start happening!" Hahaha! Back then, did your father and the dwarven king do useless work? Hahahahaha! ”

As if he had gone mad, Piert Ozouille laughed wildly and startled countless birds in the woods!