Crazy, crazy......

There is not a single normal living person......

Stumbling off the slope, a long-lost ray of light reflected in the sky, and the faint light scattered from the other free sky, Lear only felt a burst of dazzling.

As soon as he glanced back at the dark slope, the hot wind of the smell of blood blew up, and the fishy smell made Lear almost sick.

Lear was leaning against the corner, clutching his abdomen and gasping for breath, his eyes flickering back and forth in a cold sweat.

Lear, who seemed to have fallen into a spell, heard him say and told him to go...... Dark Forest, find Jori!

"Ha, haha......"

Nervously hooking the corners of his mouth, Lear couldn't believe that it was all about Jory.

The dozens of guards in the underground storage cellar are the inside lines that Jory has planted in advance? No! Jory was obviously a newcomer who had arrived in Ethallas at the same time as Lear, and in less than a month, how could he have the ability to reach out to a large force.

The other day, Lear called Jory in dragon language, it was just an attempt by him, and it was the first time he had tried to call an outsider who was not a dragon.

Calling your real name, even if you are thousands of miles away, blocked by mountains and rivers, your heart will still ring my voice...... This is the call of the dragons' hearts.

Originally, Lear felt that his brain was pumping, and Jory was neither a dragonborn nor a giant dragon with a mortal dragon soul, so it was impossible to hear the call of the dragon.

But now that he can be rescued, it is obviously related to Jory.

The chief of the guard who seems to have fallen into evil. His eerie smile lingered in Lear's mind.

Go and find, go to the Dark Forest, find Jory......

Rolled a little in a dry throat. Lear couldn't help but recall that guy, the guy who had the impression of being a bit cheap and surprisingly reliable, Jory.

Beyond the ramp gate was the auction house's venue, full of guards, and if Lear was such an unarmed mortal, he would have been caught in a cage and beaten up.

Those scum won't take the life of this high-class treasure, but for a fugitive. Necessary beatings are necessary to vent anger.

But Lear, an elf who has learned dragon language for decades, how could he be at a loss!

Yar...... Sa......"

Closing his eyes, Lear let out an indiscussable murmur between his lips. The next moment he opened his eyes, his dark green eyes lit up with two red lights.

Slanting his eyes, where the red light swept over, countless shadows of different light and darkness appeared in his vision.

Light and shadow whisper. Every living creature with a soul and a life. After the whispers of light and shadow open their eyes, they have nothing to hide, no matter how deep they are hidden, no matter how thick the barrier of the wall is, as long as it is within Lear's visual range, it will show red light and shadow.

Ignoring the obstacles to the realization of matter, this is a rebellious detection vision, whispering of light and shadow.

The steppe elves who have been working for more than 60 years. Once an eternal ranger, what he does best is......

Assassinations, guerrillas.

With these eyes against the sky. If he, the freed Eternal Ranger, was caught again, he could kill himself.

The daily dragon whispering could only allow Lear to use the whisper of light and shadow once a day, but it was enough, and he opened his red-flashing eyes and quickly swept across the full field of vision, remembering all the positions of the guards in his mind.

Now that he has been freed, it is time for Lear to return all his shame to the auction house......

Today, the last day of the polar night, the Gulenhar auction house has done a good job of publicity, and only wait for the day to reappear, and then start the auction event.

There are many lichs, banshees, and necromancers, but they are very interested in the souls of dragons, and usually those warlocks with a withdrawn personality always have some coveted treasures in their personal vaults, and lack of money is never suitable to describe warlocks and lichs, so Lear deserves to be one of the hottest auction items.

But today, Lear, the Dragonborn, who was the sole owner of the auction house, has fled.

When the other waiters in the cellar found the cage empty, Lear had broken through to the side door of the auction house, and there was no sign of Lear, only the floating corpses at the exit of the slope.

"Whew...... Ha...... Whew......"

An elven boy in a sleeveless sackcloth vest sped through the streets of the trading area, using his dexterous gait experience to navigate through the gaps in the crowd.

A group of sword-wielding guards chasing after the rear were all guards who were pursued by the auction house after the fact. It is true that it is not possible to use hands or kill in the main city, but that is under conditions that are not special circumstances.

It may be ridiculous to talk about the law in a city full of demons, but in order to prevent a group of madmen who treat chaos as a feast and turn a good city into ruins, there is an unwritten law in all major settlements, that is, no unwarranted struggle is allowed.

However, the pursuit of an escaped slave is not the only law of unwarranted struggle. Killing or catching an escaped slave is "legal" on the master's side.

In other words, as long as the guards are on the side of the auction house, they have the right to attack Lear in the city without punishment.

But it can only be the guards of the auction house who hunt down and attack Lear, and if others attack Lear in public, it is still the bottom line of violating the rules.

As a result, a chase and escape in the city was staged in the streets and alleys.

The reaction of the auction house is not unpleasant, even if Lear is released like a god, it is impossible to completely hide from the auction house, and all he can buy is more time to escape.

With the eastern gate of the city just a stone's throw away, Lear's eyes were fixed on the dark doorway, squeezing every ounce of physical strength, and flying towards the gate with all his might.

It's almost ...... It's going to be free......

"Roar!"

The moment he stepped into the dark doorway, Lear heard the roar of rage as a fierce wind overhead.

Looking up at the dark green eyes, the innate keen vision of the prairie elf of Lir allowed him to see a sarcoma-like nest at the top in the darkness, and a huge claw covered with scales stretched out of the nest, grabbing his head at him.

This sarcoma-like nest is the city gate of Gulunhar......

During the sensitive period, Lear's desperate speed of escaping out of the city is undoubtedly challenging the sensitive nerves of the "city gate", and if he does not catch Lear, he will not be blinded by the "city gate".

"No...... It's clear that the wilderness is close at hand......"

With a high-pitched cry in his heart, Lear's fierce gaze looked ahead, and there was a bright light in front of him, as if to tell him that if he got there, he would be free.

It's less than ten meters away......

The giant claws covered with scales were taken one step ahead. The oppression of dying, the light that is close at hand, the anger of not being willing to fail......

Letting go of his mind, Lear cracked the corners of his eyes and roared hoarsely.

"Whoa!"

"Boom!"

The giant claw slammed firmly on the ground, and in the remorseful roar of the auction house guards who came from behind, a flash of blue starlight suddenly bloomed in the darkness.

The transparent human body like a starlight plate flew out, moving the legs connected by the veins of the stars, and the head directly pierced through the gray scale giant claw, and the whole body penetrated the gray scale giant claw like air.

The moment he leaped into the air, the azure halo of the humanoid starlight exploded with a bang, revealing Lear's thin body. And the moment he landed, Lear's feet landed on the wilderness territory that belonged outside the city.

Selfless resentment and unwillingness, blood surging, soul boiling, Lear roared out the second dragon language of the day - transfiguration!

The sight in front of him staggered countless ghosts in an instant, and the heavy mental burden was heavily pressed on Lear's consciousness, and the consumption of the dragon's eyes on the mind was extraordinarily huge.

There seemed to be an incongruous disorder in his body, but Lear could not stop, he had to and could only escape, and he must not be overtaken by the auction house guards.

The legitimate rights and interests of pursuing slaves make them have the right to kill themselves in the city, and once they are caught, then even if Jory runs to the city to save him, there is no chance of success.

In the process of grogginess, Lear was half-conscious and did a mechanical run, I don't know how long he ran, but there was still the sound of swords and human voices behind his ears.

As his vision gradually blurred, an old man appeared in front of Lear. (To be continued......)