"The guy is back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" said the noblewoman rubbing the crystal ball to the man in the crystal ball, "My spell has told me that he has returned, and a great evil shadow has come. The man in the crystal ball had a sad face, and he didn't say anything, letting the noblewoman nag.

Claudius hovered leisurely in the sky, and when he fell to the rear, calm finally returned to the battlefield. "Why didn't you breathe fire?" This is Britania's question, "Do you need to put that much effort into it?" You see, these elves will start retreating today. How nice it is to be able to occupy it without fighting and without dying. I'm sorry I forgot you don't have to pay a pension......" Claudius must have said with a grin. Spitting fire is a very strenuous thing, first to take a deep breath, but also to spend physical energy to compress a large amount of air into the lungs and air sacs, at the same time secreting flammable liquids and mixing these liquids also requires physical strength, and finally spitting out also requires a lot of muscle power to pressurize, in summary, spitting fire is indeed a very physical thing.

Now it doesn't take much physical strength, just flying in the dragon power, the big deal is to open the incineration field and fly close to the ground, you can solve a lot of problems, why not do such a good thing - as for the boss who paid for it, he is not satisfied? It's not up to the boss to speak, is it? Claudius landed happily, walked to the side with heavy steps, lay down on the ground very casually, and lay down to rest without any manner. Of course, there wasn't even an orc within a few kilometers of him, and only under the threat of punches, kicks, and blades did there be some goblins - cleaner goblins and kobolds with large brushes and dry cloths to try to clean Claudius' body. Dragons have always enjoyed themselves, and one of the most comfortable pleasures is for their servants to help them clean their scales, and for this reason they can even tolerate the lowly orcs or goblins kobolds approaching their bodies.

As for the dragons who have learned the art of transfiguration, many of them have fallen in love with the human type of bath...... It seems that Brittania and Sylvia are of this type, and as Claudius circles the sky, he realizes that they have changed into human form again, and they don't look like they want to remain in dragon form for a long time. However, Claudius himself still thought that the dragon looked good, and as for the human form, this guy had not been a human for many years, and had long forgotten what the human form should look like. Several large slices of beef were delivered, which was supposed to be directly killed and cut into two pieces, which were simply cleaned and sent to Claudius. "Sure enough, when I was a beast?" Claudius looked at Brittania in the tent with a knife and fork, enjoying food that Claudius had never seen in this world, shook his head and sighed softly.

The red dragon was not annoyed by this differential treatment, for he the so-called differential treatment was nothing more than the boredom of the weak, and the large and bloody pieces of beef were quite to his taste. After searing the beef with a carefully controlled flame, Claudius asked the goblins and orcs, who had been scrubbed in the water at least ten times, to sprinkle salt and pepper on the beef, and then bite into his mouth one by one, and eat it with great delight. The money spent here is not much less than what Brittanya spent on those fine foods - salt may not be very valuable, but spices are definitely valuable, and spices can only be found on the southern islands and other continents in Feren - of course, pepper and myrrh frankincense, so they are worth a lot in Ferron.

Happily eating the beef, Claudius raised his head and looked at the elven fortress in the distance. Feeling the breath inside, "Have you begun to retreat?" The elves were decisive. "The red dragon also wants to praise the decisive decision of the elven commander, staying in the front line fortress is very likely to be broken by the red dragon individually, it is better to shrink the defense. And after years of war, the elves also have a lot of high-level warriors, mages, and priests and holy warriors, which are enough to strengthen their defenses to a level that can withstand the red dragon. After decades of leaving the Faren Continent, the elves' combat effectiveness has long been greatly improved - war has always been the most tempering place. In the past, the red dragon could still run rampant on its own flames, but now the elves have enough spellcasters and priests to cast protective spells to resist Claudius' terrifying incineration. It is precisely because of the growth of the elves' strength that they can block the invasion of the orcs under Sylvia's superior forces, and at the same time, they can also hold them back and prevent Sylvia from expanding to the north, south and east, indirectly protecting Baldur's Gate and Tyscher Castle. Of course, the elves have also received assistance from these places.

The elves had long proposed a plan for a joint operation, but the political sparring and the elves' own internal pride had made it a mere plan for decades - that is, to unite the forces of these parties to encircle and annihilate Sylvia's orc army. Unfortunately, this plan has never succeeded from beginning to end under Sylvia's secret money and political lobbying, and the powerful among the good gods are orderly, and the believers of the chaotic and good gods are doing nothing in the face of Sylvia's army. But this does not mean that those chaotic and kind adventurers are not strong, you must know that there are still some righteous metal dragons who participate in this war......

In the camp of the elves, there are at least two dragons, one is a bronze dragon and the other is a brass dragon. Over the years, it has been thanks to the strong men born or brought from among the elves and these two dragons that they have been able to resist the red dragon Brittania "True Red Star" and the green dragon Sylvia "Emerald Dragon" as outstanding spell masters in terms of high-level combat power. But right now, in the city of elves, the bronze dragon has an apocalyptic expression, and even his favorite prank is in the mood. "Damn! That bastard is still alive, and here he is again! What should I do now!! Achilles felt the scars on his neck and body—now the man had the appearance of a young male elf with long green hair, and the hideous scars ran all over his neck, and even his body had huge scars in the shape of several months' teeth. Of course, Achilles usually brags that it is a medal of merit that he won for fighting the mighty red dragon, for which he can show off like a dwarf in the elves' tavern and brag about it for three days and three nights, but for now, the guy remembers the one who brought him the scar.

The figure of that one, Achilles had long known from the magic images on the front line and the perception of the dragon, the "Crimson Calamity", the red dragon that brought him the danger of almost losing his life, and the red dragon who was so powerful that the three-headed metal dragon could still get out of the siege. For all these years, Achilles had also known the name of the red dragon, "Claudius!" He gritted his teeth and said, the silver dragon's magic transmission was actually a step too late, he had seen the damn red dragon before the silver dragon Elia Lhasa. How could Brittania have such a tough brother? ”

Claudius didn't know that his dragon was nearby, and now his attention was drawn to a group of dwarf goblins - unlike the other dirty, skinny goblins, who had long, pointy ears but looked more like gnomes with pointed noses, unlike any other goblins.