Sylvia is procrastinating in establishing a magic array, anyway, in the current situation, only Brittania knows a little bit about the magic circle, and Brittania doesn't dare to be casual about this spell involving herself, her knowledge is not enough to see through Sylvia's arrangement. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 As for Claudius, this guy doesn't know much about magic right now, and his talent for spell item locating isn't enough for him to have enough data to parse magic - so he's been in Sylvia's library all this time. Threatening Sylvia with force was Claudius' specialty, Sylvia's spells weren't enough to protect her library - she wasn't good enough to keep her spellbooks and other books in the subspace, and dragons rarely built magic towers.

Because he didn't know magic, Sylvia said that the magic circle must use the leaves of the elves' mother tree on this day, and Claudius couldn't tell whether it was true or false. "I don't know much, you can't lie to me, right?" Claudius asked suspiciously about the projection of Sylvia in front of him, and now Sylvia had grasped the weakness of this red dragon - that is, it was extremely rare to have a soft heart, and there were really not many red dragons who looked like this. "So you mean to start a battle and go get the leaves? Can't you threaten the elves to hand it over automatically? I guess they don't want to fight either, right? Claudius said with still suspicion, and then he saw Sylvia's projection visibly flustered.

"The world is so rigid in its thinking?" Claudius is not stupid, the soul of the earthlings is shrewd. Basically, he already knew that there must be a cat - anyway, either Sylvia wanted to kill the elves with a sword, or he wanted to kill the dragon with a knife...... As for Sylvia, most of them didn't expect this trick - "It shouldn't be so stupid, right?" Or is this world full of innocent and positive good people? ”

Claudius was very powerful, and he did not hide any of his whereabouts. Therefore, both elves and orcs know that a red dragon has joined the Sylvia army, and the army of the three dragons has made the orcs and jackals morale high, and they roared and took the initiative to attack the elves' defense. "O leaves of the elven tree...... Forget it, I'll do it myself. Claudius sighed, spread his wings and flew away. Clouds of scorching fire swirled across the sky, and soon fell close to Greenlaire. Claudius was careful not to invade the elves' psychological forbidden ground, although he easily broke through the elven defense line on the outside, but did not attack, and he is now landing here in a large defensive fortress - this is at least thirty kilometers away from Greenlaire, which is the bottom line of the elves' psychological defense.

"I think we can talk." Claudius didn't speak much Elvish, but the elves were supposed to be able to speak dragon language, and they had fought for decades with an army of a green dragon and a red dragon anyway. The elves looked at the strange red dragon in front of them with great vigilance in front of them because it stood on two legs, and the language that came from under the hideous and vicious appearance was quite gentle. Ordinary elves were not qualified to respond to Claudius' words, and a tall, slender elven woman dressed in extremely fine Mithril armor stood on the fortress and responded to Claudius's words. "Red Dragon."

"Just call me Caesar." Claudius said in as mild a tone as he could, and although he would certainly threaten in the next negotiations, it would be better to act in a milder tone for the time being—to speak amiably, and to have a big stick in his hand, wouldn't he? "Then Lord Caesar, what do you want to talk about?" The elven beauty said this, and she was very careful to put on the fireproof barrier and other various spell shields.

"I want the leaves of your elven tree, this shouldn't be as hard to come by as seeds, right?" Claudius said. "Before you reject me, think about your people." Claudius added calmly. "Or you can try to make a price with me and see what will satisfy both of us."

Elves weren't stupid, and they understood the meaning of Claudius' words, but that didn't mean they weren't stubborn. As a member of the same immortal species, even if the elves' lifespan is too far worse than that of dragons, this does not hinder their personality - slow and brainless. Then, sure enough, the elf declared that he needed to consult with the elders of Greenlaire before he could give Claudius an answer. Claudius looked at the elf's face and thought that the answer was probably "No!" ”

Claudius, however, didn't want to be Sylvia's knife right away, at least not until the elves recovered. Even if the other party rejected his proposal, Claudius didn't want to rush in and grab it - he didn't have the confidence to break through and get the target in the face of the opponent's four mage towers. "Banishment, labyrinth, ......," Claudius muttered, he was no longer a novice in magic, and after studying Sylvia's books, he had at least learned a lot about magic - though he still couldn't cast any spells other than item locating.

The spells he could think of now were some very nasty spells that could send him almost unhindered to some hellish place that gave the dragon's head a headache, and in the face of these spells, his magic resistance was useless at the moment. Claudius was now inhaling, compressing air into the two air sacs that had matured in his body - the red dragon, in addition to its strong and massive lungs, had two more muscular sacs at the base of its wings on the left and right sides of the lungs. The balloon is divided into several sections by valves, which can be filled with a lot of compressed air under the control of strong muscles. According to Claudius's own estimates, he can compress at least more than 100 cubic meters of air into these two air bags, and with the compressed air in his lungs, he can create a strong atmospheric pressure air flow when he spits, mixed with burning droplets, and eject it hundreds of meters away.

It's all meant to be used to threaten the other side after a failed negotiation, "Maybe I need to destroy a few small fortresses to strengthen my persuasiveness?" The red dragon thought so, but he also noticed the curious eyes of the elves in the large fortress, they must have never seen such a red dragon, which was completely different from the red dragon in the picture of the red dragon that could be seen on Faeron. In fact, Brittania was hovering behind Claudius, but at a distance—she was doing something to control the orcs and gnolls, rather than slaughtering the elves straight into the elven hinterland like her impulsive brother.