Compared to Sylvia, an adult green dragon, Claudius is much older than her, and in thirty years, Sylvia is just an adult green dragon with a body length of less than twenty meters, while Claudius is considered an out-of-specification product, and the size of a juvenile dragon is already the size of an adult red dragon. www.biquge.info His sister Brittanya is now only fifteen meters long......

The distinctive red dragon stood on his feet and walked to the platform outside the cave, the cave was already small, and the height of the passage was no longer suitable for Claudius to walk up, so he had to lower his body and come out in a half-crouching manner. Twenty-five meters long, fifteen meters above his head when standing, and twelve meters high on his hips, Claudius was much more formidable than his kind. Claudius leapt from the platform without hesitation, spread his wings and flapped huge waves, and the red dragon began to fly high.

Claudius had always had a great curiosity about magic, and he wanted to learn about it. He knew his own body better, and he knew that his current spell resistance was not trivial, compared to his own dragon inheritance and memory, it was far superior - thanks to the soul from the crystal wall system of the unbeliever, the home of the Coast Wizard, his real biggest and final golden finger was immunity to all divine powers...... It's just that now Claudius doesn't know it at all. Right now, the guy is flying and the translucent screen unfolds in front of his eyes. He couldn't click on any of the options to add or subtract from the chart, and in fact there were no such options, and the only effect on this screen was to display Claudius' attributes and skills in a very incomplete and irresponsible manner. It's like his six measurements are now a series of messy numbers, such as what strength is 37, constitution is 40, etc., etc., but how much blood he has, this screen is not displayed. And skills and magic are even more confusing, such as what climbing, jumping or something is a lit text, there are no numbers behind it, and what is proficient in weapons, proficient in weapons to break, homeopathic slash and the like are even denser to see the eyes hurt. And the specific explanation is also extremely incomplete, just like the immune power in the trait - Claudius doesn't know this thing and simply doesn't show it...... "What do I want you for?" Claudius looked at the screen and turned it off, the only thing he knew from looking at this thing was that he was still quite good, and other than that, he only had one magic, and it was over.

"Item locating, item locating. What's the use of this thing? Looking for a keychain? Claudius muttered to himself, "It seems that the only thing I can trust is my own claws and teeth, and the breath of fire!" "The direction in which he flies is the root of the Fire Yarmon Peninsula, and it is also the battlefield where the green dragon Sylvia has been fighting the elves for thirty years.

In the space of thirty years, this formerly nameless area of hills and plains has acquired the name of a bloody hill, where many elves and humans have fallen, sacrificing their lives to hold back the armies of orcs and gnolls. Of course, the orcs and gnolls also suffered heavy losses, and if it weren't for the very strong reproductive ability of these two races, they would have been wiped out long ago. Today is the day when the red comet, the red dragon Brittanya, patrols the battlefield. The hapless red dragon was captured by Sylvia and forced to make a magical oath and had to die for Sylvia. Fortunately, Sylvia's strength is limited, and it will not be controlled until Britania's soul cannot be freed. Over the course of thirty years, Brittania had burned the battlefield countless times with her dragon flames, turning elves, humans, orcs, and gnolls into charred corpses on the battlefield - the anger of Sylvia's control was always burning in Brittana's heart, so sometimes the red dragon would vent his anger without distinction between friend and foe, and Sylvia indulged it all for some reason.

The young red dragon spread its twenty-meter-long wings and flew across the entire battlefield. Now there is no fighting between the two sides, and there is nothing left on the earth except red and black soil. The forts of the orcs made of wood were on the other side of the battlefield, and where Brittania soared was the enlivened tree fortresses built by the elves catalyzing the jungle of trees, and these fortresses Brittania didn't want to run into a dragon, she didn't have the ability to shake such a thing with a dragon right now. It's just that there seems to be mental panic fluctuations in the distance, and the young red dragon can sense the panic of the elves in the distance, as if something is coming all the way.

The fluctuations of fear are like the tides of the ocean, and so are the fluctuations of magic. Claudius originally wanted to fly directly over Greenlaire, but the towering magic tower and the subtle magic power of Greenlaire made him change his mind. "This looks like an anti-aircraft fire circle..... Claudius didn't know that after the few battles between Sylvia and Brittania that almost made it to Greenlaire, the legendary mages who grew up in the Elven City had combined their magic towers into a magic circle, capable of effectively monitoring and shooting down any creatures that dared to invade the skies above Greenlaire, even if it was a dragon.

The power of the elves made Claudius choose to avoid it, anyway, he didn't want to destroy a city - let's not talk about whether to do it or not, the soul of the earthling in his body alone made him not accept the concept of destroying a city at the moment, and the destruction of a city by nuclear weapons seen on TV is not the same thing as destroying a city by himself...... The massive red dragon made a turn, turned ninety degrees and left the course. However, the other party's magic was always staring at him. If you don't stare at it, this is the infamous red dragon, although this appearance does not seem to look like a traditional red dragon, but the crimson scale armor, the surging dragon power and the flame-like scorching body range and the twisted hot air all prove that this is a real dragon, a real dragon of the fire subspecies. In the face of such a dragon, and looking at the size of the red dragon that is still an adult, no matter how much vigilance is raised, who knows what the chaotic and evil funny red dragon will do?

But the red dragon's reaction was the best, and it turned. Claudius' vision was very keen, and he could see at a glance the elven city on the distant horizon -- the elven trees that were as tall and round as hills, and several elven trees hundreds of meters high formed the main body of the elven city of Greenlaire, and the elven buildings were distributed on these trees. Claudius didn't see many of the fine parts because they were only a glance, but they satisfied his curiosity - "Those five slender trees with almost no branches reaching into the sky are the magic towers of the elven mages." It's really racial. ”

Claudius' new route was an inscribed circle, and at the center of the circle was Greenlaire, and he flew a full hundred kilometers from Greenlaire, a distance sufficient for the elves to have a little heart. It would take several hours for a normal dragon to fly this distance - after all, a dragon can fly more than 500 kilometers in a day. However, they didn't know that Claudius was different from other dragons, and that Claudius, who was now more than twenty years agile, could fly more than 2,000 kilometers a day as long as he flew seriously......

Claudius flew like this, looking down at the elven jungle below, where a group of animated tree fortresses would be a few miles away, and the elves watched with great vigilance the red dragons flying a kilometer above their heads. As Claudius flew, the fortresses on the ground became denser and denser, and his eyes could already see the red-black land in the distance, which was very different from the green jungle below.