The red dragon raised its chin slightly, its huge dragon eyes glaring at the empty door of the room after Taran left, the corners of its mouth grinning, revealing its huge sharp teeth like a long sword inside, as if smiling. A slight voice floated out of the dragon's mouth, vaguely as if to say, "Humph...... You're an idiot! ”

Nesario, a middle-aged human uncle, happily walked to his real room - today is really a memorable day! Not only did they see hope that they could escape death, but they also found a way to improve the power of the young dragon. Nesario decided to wait for the matter here to be over, and then transform all the young dragon eggs of the black dragon into dragon beasts unique to the black dragon.

Of course, Nesario's reality does not end. The energy of the young dragon egg is injected into the orc's body, and a powerful dragon beast will be born...... So if it is injected into the body of other races, will it have a similar effect? Thinking of this, Nesario was a little impatient, and wanted to go to the north and catch a few humans or High Elves to test it.

But...... Let's wait until the infatuated sister can't stand the torture of the demon's soul power, gives in and gives birth to a dragon egg that can give birth to a dragon for herself...... Until then, maybe you can find a few ogres in the orc army to experiment with, or maybe the cavemen who burrow around the ground of Grimbaatar like rats......

At the thought of this, Nesario felt that his blood had begun to boil - oh no, it was indeed boiling, and white steam had begun to bubble out from under his black and red robes, as if his body was a kettle, and now the water in the kettle had been boiled by the flames.

"Damn it......" Nesario still pays more attention to his appearance, otherwise he would not have slaughtered his own creation because of a few drops of saliva splashed on his robe. (Well, there must be something wrong with Nesario's brain, and the blood that spills from the drake after being cut into pieces won't stain his clothes...... ）

Nesario didn't notice that behind him, Taran was hiding in the shadows of the houses on the side of the street, staring intently at the changes in him. "The Queen is right...... Nesario is indeed pretending to be strong now, and the injuries he suffered 10,000 years ago are not healed! Taran clenched his fists as if to cheer himself up, and whispered to himself.

Although 10,000 years is a long time, Taran still remembers that after slaughtering the entire Blue Dragon Clan, the fierce flames that erupted from Nesario's huge body shattered his body to pieces. "Perhaps...... Can I really beat him? Defeat a ...... Guardian Dragon? ”

More white gas came out from under Nesario's robes, and in addition to that, the bluestone floor under his feet was also centered on his feet, and a cloud of fiery red gradually began to spread outward. "It's hot...... It hurts......" Nesario's voice seemed to squeeze out of his throat, and he staggered like a wider area, leaving a trail of ...... behind him Fiery red footprints.

Taran watched Nesario wolf bèi run, flashed out of his hiding place, came to the place where Nesario had just stood, and crouched down. The impregnable bluestone floor had burned red, and Taran couldn't help but reach out and touch the footprints that Nesario had left behind, which had sunk deep into the ground.

Frowning slightly, Taran withdrew his finger. Looking at the little bit of carbon black on his fingertips, Taran didn't rush to brush it off, but stood up with some excitement and looked in the direction Nesario had left. Nesario's figure has long since disappeared into the rows of street houses.

But...... Taran looked at the still reddish footprints on the ground, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his figure flashed, and he disappeared in place...... Although you may not be able to forgive me, if I kill Nesario...... I guess I can make up for my mistakes!

Nesario stumbled through the streets of Grimbaatar, his heart surrounded by a fiery mass and now he wanted nothing more than to wreak havoc and vent his physical pain. But there is still a trace of clarity in his heart - if he wreaks havoc here, then ...... Those dragon eggs that are placed in their own real room will also turn into ashes at any time.

It doesn't matter what other dragon eggs are...... The dragon egg that he had carefully selected and had been infused with the energy of the three guardian dragons was an extremely important prop in Nesario's plan to restore the five-colored divine dragon, so Nesario planned to stay away from his real room as much as possible while he could still control the violence in his heart.

"Nesario, where are you going?" A familiar voice came from behind him. Nesario stood impatiently, undisguised his disgust, turned back to Taran, who was standing behind him, and said, "What's the matter with you?" What are you doing here when you don't please my sister and come to me? ”

"Nesario...... What's wrong with your body? Taran didn't seem to hear the unceremonious tone in Nesario's tone, and asked feigned surprise. Now, Netsario's body was not just white gas, some red magma-like substance emerged from his body, corroding the black and red robes he was proud of.

"It's none of your business...... You despicable traitor...... I must warn you that if you do not please my sister within three days, you will not be of last use to me! Nesario gave an ultimatum to Taran, an unsavory creature who didn't know the times, and then turned and left.

"I know...... I know...... Nesario. But...... What could be more pleasing to my sister than by killing a black dragon? Taran stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of him, and on his white fingertips, a touch of jet black was particularly conspicuous.

"Black Dragon? Kill? Nesario turned slowly—he looked like Taran jumped—the middle-aged human uncle's facial expression contorted, his hair and beard no longer looked neat, and fiery red lava flowed from his face, dripping down his cheeks, leaving black burns.

"Yes, kill a black dragon. Especially a guardian dragon...... Your head, Nesario, will be my proposal for the Queen! After the initial fright, Taran was even more sure of the Queen's words - Nessario was now just a bluffing weakling, and despite his great power as a guardian dragon, he was now nothing more than a prey about to be devoured by the old evil in his body, waiting for Taran to reap his life!