Directly above the Great Plains on the outskirts of the Karamus Border, the sky dome that had been soaked in the energy of the abyss for a long time had already become more and more black and red hazy with time, although the silent arrival of winter brought the world a calm cold and silence, but the blood-colored meaning that belonged to the chaos would still only precipitate and accumulate in the breath of the ice wind, lingering endlessly.

At this point, the scarlet clouds can only reveal a little blue in the sky when the glow that pierces the sky for a short time, but even so, under the sea of clouds that is tumbling and boiling like a blood mist, as long as time passes, the corners of the clean sky that have just been opened up will once again be completely covered by chaos............

For example, at this moment, the "Valkyrie" Iberfel who is flying in the sky is the only person who opens up the clear blue sky in this scene.

In fact, the righteous girl who had just purified a large area of farmland and made a large pile of hard bread weighing tens of millions of tons was now pulling this chain as thick as a house to maintain supersonic flight, and from a distance, the chain behind her was large enough to completely cover the sun's luster reflected by a silver armor, and the huge energy fluctuations that were enough to tear through the space made Miss Marta's figure even more small and slender.

Of course, this is just a look, in fact, it is definitely not difficult for a legendary professional to maintain a flight speed of about three times, and it is not a problem to move with a huge object that is comparable in weight and volume to a small mountain, and the only reason why Iberfell is worthy of maintaining a high level of vigilance and continuing to convey fighting energy along the chain is because the cargo she is "hauling" is indeed extraordinary.

After all............ The big guy behind her, who was bound into a rice dumpling by a number of dark black metal chains and was screaming in pain while writhing his body hard, was not only one of the well-known legendary members of the Red Robe Mage's Guild resident on the Faeron plane, but also a well-known legendary warlock among the evil five-colored dragons, the "Winter Princess" Sellarin Coldfang.

As a dragon who believes in Tiamat, has high self-esteem and a bad temper, it is obviously an extremely humiliating and intolerable thing for the "noble white dragon" to be held captive with severed limbs and wings as "cargo" at this time, so even though Seraline seems to have completely lost the ability to resist due to too heavy injuries in body and soul at this moment, she still has to continue to struggle to show her determination not to give in.

And as long as she is a little sober and has a chance to breathe, she will never forget to scold the "culprit" who has turned herself into what she is today:

"Damn bitch, you don't even know what you're doing, how dare you do this to Tiamat's heirs? How dare you attack the Crimson Scepter's subordinates in this war? I'm a pure-blooded five-colored dragon! I'm a legendary member of the Santarim Society! I promise you'll pay for your impulsiveness and idiocy"!

Due to the excessive anger and hatred that filled his heart, the fluctuations of the white dragon's spiritual power seemed a little distorted and hideous and violent at this moment.

God knows that she really just fulfilled her work obligation to count the number of demon sub-lords and the location of the many abyssal rifts in the sky, and as a result, she inexplicably encountered the unreasonable "Valkyrie" and became an embarrassed prisoner............ In the face of such an unreasonable painful encounter, it must be inevitable that any intelligent creature will react with shock and anger.

However, it is a pity that the threat expressed by Seraline in her words could not frighten a "righteous girl" who even had the courage to reprimand the Morning Star professional head-on, and her encounter as a five-colored dragon of the evil camp would never arouse the sympathy of the good professional, so even if he heard the invective roar coming from behind him, Iberfel, who was constantly exuding fighting spirit and acting as an artificial prison, only replied very firmly while staring at the direction of the Horaka defense line with red eyes:

"O evil being, stop dreaming and daydreaming, your shameful words are now no longer intended to deceive anyone's hearts and minds, and then I will bring you to the League of Justice to be judged, and the treasure you have will become the capital of the refugees to rebuild their homes, the blood flowing in your veins will become the bait to strangle the demons, your soul will be made into a source of energy to sustain the Horaka line, your execution will bring courage and confidence to the people of Karaus, and your fate will be terrified by your fellow comrades who are equally evil and hateful............ We will win the war, and all evil people will finally be punished by justice"!

“............”

"Ridiculous...... Ridiculous! ridiculous! You ...... You can't treat me like this, how can you...... No, I'm going to meet Mr. Whisper of Destruction, I know that the powerhouse from the Silent Alliance is now in the Karamus Empire...... Or...... Or let Lord Donnella come forward, you damn retarded mind is not qualified to deal with me anyway, I want to meet the Morning Star professional of the "Justice League", I am a legendary member of the Santarin Society"!

Hearing the method planned by Ibefil, which can be called the best use of things, the white dragon, who could not break free from the shackles at all, finally felt the unforgettable fear and horror.

She is a proud legendary dragon, and if it were possible, Thralin would rather die on the battlefield than tolerate the shame and joke of becoming a Tyamat Five-Colored Dragon Cult in shame and pain, and even become a trophy of victory for the good camp professionals, and live better than die as the "living energy core"!

But how can a defeated general or a prisoner be qualified to have the right to "choose"?

So at this time, the only two people that "Princess Winter" could think of that could save herself from a certain "blonde demon" were the two Morning Star professionals in the Guardian Alliance.

After all, as a member of the Red Robe Mage Guild, she knew very well that her selfish and evil "companions" would only watch the jokes if they knew what happened to her.

Of course, for the time being, at this moment, Selally is destined to have no time to complain about her "colleagues" who will not be saved, and even there is not much time left for her to speak and protest, because just above her huge ice-white body, a strong man with this door board knife is still vigorously inserting rivets tens of meters thick into the spine of the white dragon.

"Bang"!

"Shut up, dragon, you've had enough evil thoughts, and your evil deeds have come to an end!"

Before Princess Winter's angry words could be finished, the legendary warrior Tuotao, who had half of his body frozen into ice that could not be melted, interrupted the white dragon's hatred and roar with a powerful blow.

At this time, with the violent bombardment of the door panel knife wrapped in the momentum of the fight, another improvised metal nail the size of a cone tower had been smashed deep into Seraline's body.