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Half an hour after the dragon swept over the green capital.

The elf king turned back suspiciously, and the princess took a small sip of red leaf licorice tea while giving her innocent eyes.

The Elven King was slightly relieved and looked at the chief of the guard who walked in.

The chief of the guard stroked his chest and said, "Your Majesty, the reconnaissance team has just come out, led by Ramesile. ”

The king nodded, he knew it was a skilled ranger. "How did the temple respond. ”

"The priests are disturbed, they say that the dragon is a symbol of calamity and chaos, and the high priest wants to meet you. ”

The king was very unhappy, and the interview was not with the high priest, but from the elven king. "I'll go now, you stay here and watch Liya for me. ”

"Look...... Who?"

The Elven King jerked his head back, and the princess crown and the hem of her long dress rested next to the teacup of cigarette smoke. The father who had been released took a few long breaths and suppressed the anger and helplessness in his chest. He forgot that Drushelia had finished seventh at the last Ranger Festival, and it was no problem to climb down the lookout and climb down the vines to face her.

"Line up another elite to pick up Ramesile...... And princesses. ”

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"My father gave me permission to participate in the investigation, and I took responsibility. The elven princess said to the Ranger Captain.

He would not agree unless His Majesty finally couldn't resist fighting with the High Priest, and then he was knocked on the head with a ceremonial cane! The princess in front of her was covered with dead leaves and dirt, and her neat one-piece dress was obviously torn out by hand. It takes courage to be in a dilemma, to go against your duty and let the princess take risks, and it also takes courage to refuse the request of the "Green Jade" in person.

Seeing the young elf's struggle, Drusilia sighed and said, "If you don't let me join the team, then I'll have to scout the dragon myself......"

Oh! Nielon is on top! Ramesile had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, Your Highness, but you can only be my deputy, and the task must be under my command, do you accept it?"

"When there is no priest of the Lord of the Rites, you may call me Riah, Captain Ramsile. The girl smiled softly.

Ramsile's cheeks flushed instantly......

"Ah~~~Ha!"

Drusilia threw out her hook and climbed up neatly by hanging on to a branch. Then he flew forward like a gliding flying squirrel, hooked the branch with both hands and used centrifugal force to make a circular swing, and then let go of his hand and flew to the next tree, the flexibility and flexibility of the elf were vividly displayed. The girl laughed wantonly, and threw off the shackles of the royal family and the temple, and was full of youthful and bright air.

Ramesile and the 15 rangers passed through the forest with a rhythmic pace, closely following the beautiful back of Drusilia.

Whether it's a dragon or a demon, I won't let them hurt you. The young elf clenched his longbow and sparked with determination in his eyes, while the rangers behind him looked at the captain in perfect harmony.

An hour's walk through the forest is not a burden for trained rangers, who know how to preserve their bodies among the branches. At the beginning of the journey, she can also meet animals running wildly in the opposite direction, and it is no secret that the elven princess can communicate with the animals, so Ramsileile's ability to find out the situation with the animals. But all the creatures seemed to be frightened, and didn't get any useful information other than being in the right direction.

Only 5 suri from the target valley, the forest has become more dead and silent than a cemetery, and even the sounds of insects cannot be heard. Solemnity infected each Ranger, and the princess jumped off the branch and followed in silence.

Ramsilele made a gesture, and without any other communication, the rangers immediately divided into three teams to surround the valley from different directions.

"Lia...... You follow me. ”

The girl nodded in agreement, and the two elves left behind their other identities, showing competent ranger qualities. Presumably the other two teams should already be in place, Ramsileh and Drusilia carefully pushed aside the bushes and peeked into the valley from a higher vantage point.

If you see a dragon sleeping or grabbing a stag and eating it, it won't be a surprise. However, there are ...... standing in the shallows of the river A wall?

There were no dragons, no stags, and the once-huge stone wall stood alone on the shore at the angle of a vertical river. The walls are 3o Sami high and 2o Sami wide, and the surface is covered with rough stripes and decorations. Without any supports, it is rather eerie that a stone wall of this size stands upright on the river beach without toppling.

Drusilia leaned into Ramses' ear and said in a very low voice, "That's a wall of doors. The voice was a little hoarse and magnetic, and the moisture blew in his ears, and Ramses blushed again. He forced himself to concentrate on the stone wall, and the girl was right. It looks like a door wall removed from some ancient temple, but there is no stone or wooden door, and the location is just a large doorway. The Ranger Captain made a visual inspection, and the doorway was just the right size for the dragon to enter and exit.

What does the dragon want to do? Build a stone house here? Then how do I report the situation, Your Majesty, tonight the princess and I have checked the progress of the dragon's house, do you think you want to add land rent for his tasteless architectural style?

Ramsilele almost amused herself, when suddenly the princess touched him. The stone wall shone faintly, water-like light flowed through all the streaks, and the doorway was filled with a curtain of light, and the next moment, the dragon stepped out of the curtain.

Ramsile's elves slammed their jaws on the ground, and they hid on the side of the doorway, swearing with their piercing eyes, which could shoot through the wings of flies, that there was nothing behind the wall!

In the eyes of the slaphists, strength means swords, guns, bows and arrows. The tricks of spewing flames with hands or turning people into frogs only appear in folk operas or ancient picture books, where gods and demons are out of reach. Even the lords of rituals who are worshiped by the elves have a small number of people who think that they are purely apocryphal idols of faith. So when the power of magic did manifest itself in front of Ramsileh and Drusilia, they were overwhelmed with it.

Ramsile's mind is in a fierce battle with reality, and his mind is full of confusion, while Drusilia chooses to remain in doubt and look at the dragon with curiosity. The elves despise gold as too vulgar, but the dragon reflects a brilliant color in the moonlight, like melted gold, showing a majestic alternative beauty. The wings of the dragon spread from the back to the tip of the tail, becoming smaller in waves. About ten symmetrical tentacles are distributed throughout the jaw, and sharp horns extend backwards from angles along the eyebrows, if the dragon had eyebrows. Underneath the horns are a pair of long, pointed ears that rotate flexibly.

The dragon's pupils were also golden, and there was an iris that looked like a vertical slit. The eyes are calm and waveless, deep and indifferent, and there is an illusion of looking directly at the starry sky. It was not the eye of a beast, the maiden said to herself, a look that was more composed than that of the elven king, and more profound than that of the high priest. Drusilia wondered why she was able to observe the dragon's full eyes from the side.

Cold sweat trickled down his neck and into his leather armor—the dragon staring at them.

As soon as the mighty golden beast stepped out of the gate, it turned its head to stare in the direction of Ramsile, giving Drusilia the urge to flee. Hiding in the dense bushes and spraying the scent of the potion, even if the animals walk by, they may not be able to see the rangers.

Drusilia and Ramsile's breathing slowed, and they remained motionless and fought with the dragon. Instead, they were more worried that the other two teams of elves would overreact. An old elven proverb mentions that elves have a keen sense of premonition, especially bad things.

"Goo!"

A vivid woodfinch chirp made Drusilia fall into an ice cellar, which was an elven code for "retreat", but, God forbid, there was not even a living creature with feathers left in the nearby 1o Surrey forest!

Drusilia deeply remorses her curiosity, and she can accept the sacrifice of the elven warriors for her fellow citizens, but she cannot tolerate the price of her recklessness. She tried to jump to his feet to draw the beast away, but Ramsile's hand held firmly on the girl's shoulder.

No, or fortunately, the dragon was unmoved. The wind froze throughout the valley, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

"Boom!" the group of rangers who had spoken earlier were the first to break the silence, two feathered arrows tearing through the air and making a sharp beep, shooting at the dragon's left eye and nose, respectively. The third poison feather arrow, which was a killing move, was hidden in the sound and shadow of the former, and even the moonlight could not illuminate the black arrow, and it went straight to the throat without a sound.

At the first sound of the bowstring, Ramsilele pulled the princess and ran back, and after the other three rangers cut themselves off, nothing could compare to the princess's safety.

Two bright and one dark, the three feathered arrows shot in front of the dragon, but they were intercepted by an invisible barrier, and they froze in the air of the dragon Jisami for a moment before crackling and falling. Spit out a syllable, the blue light door stretched, and the golden dragon walked into the door, causing the follow-up shots to miss.

A huge shadow suddenly appeared in front of Ramesile's eyes, and the surrounding trees were overwhelmed. The Ranger Captain pushed the princess behind him, drew his short sword and chestnut round shield to meet the enemy, and throwing his back at this distance to the enemy was to find death.

The three rangers shot 12 fast arrows in one breath, which was already their limit. And the rangers in the distance also make the fastest projectiles.

The dragon pronounced another syllable.

The Second Ring Spell [Ajanaja's Heat].

An orange stream of flame erupted from the dragon's right claw, sweeping away the sky like a whip, and with a flick of his backhand, the trees and hooks thrown by the ranger in the surrounding 1o Sami all turned into nothingness, and the ashes obscured the sky.

The Scout team was intimidated by the forces of nature, and their princess and captain stood alone in the middle of the haze, and the dragon could bite the two young elves with their necks lowered.

The golden dragon's eyes didn't change much, and the flame whip slowly retracted, extinguishing in the center of its claws. The scene is back at a stalemate.

Ramesile's palms holding the weapon were covered in cold sweat, and the only thing he could do at the moment was to do his best to keep the princess figure behind him. And Drusilia could see clearly, the flames devoured the trees, and even the burning step was omitted, and they turned into ashes, but the two elves were not harmed. She whispered, "He didn't want to kill us. ”

"Maybe it's the barbecue elf feast that makes his scales smell weird. ”

The girl was speechless, and Ramsile's cold jokes were a bit indiscriminate.

The majestic voice spoke: "Good night, young Tia, what is it that makes you bow to me?" [[[cp|:2o6|h:3oo|a:c|u:c.{0,10}o.{0,10}]]]