The faint tremor of the dragon chariot in the gallop did not affect Char's thinking, and the content of the martial arts chief's wire report was sealed in his mind, but at the moment he kept urging the unsmiling Drow nobleman outside to exert his strength again.

The white swift dragon ran wildly under the blow of the noose whip, and the strong tremor from under the buttocks made the nervous Char feel a lot more relieved.

"What did you find so suddenly?" Mina hurriedly grabbed the handrail on the side of the carriage, although it was not the first time that the carriage pulled by the dragon was ridden, the red-haired girl was still not used to riding this kind of transportation.

"One of the most important things I forgot was a possibility, to be exact. Char opened the curtain again, and the view of the backwards on both sides soothed his thoughts, "If these trolls were instigated by people with hearts, combined with their previous encounters, we have to take into account the intensification of racial emotions. ”

Too much news coverage in the old world – it seems that nationalism can always be a source of contradiction. From Char's point of view, the system of Drow society, which is deformed to the roots, is full of unstable elements. Moreover, recently he has found that his bad luck is non-stop, and some not-so-good things can always come to his door unintentionally.

If it's all your own speculation and nothing happens, then that's fine.

However, a frenzied scream stung Char's eardrums. He hurriedly lay on Cecilis's knees, leaned over, reached out and quickly tore open the curtain, and looked his head outward.

Outside, objects still recede rapidly, but the scenery on both sides changes from residential buildings to shallow swamps, sometimes barren, sometimes dense dark jungle tells the truth of being inaccessible.

Char knew that they had crossed the boundaries of the city, and that the location of the military camp was placed further away by Zorn.

The scream continued, but more mixed sounds seemed to respond to the call, enriching the otherwise monotonous tone. These superimposed tones are like a few clusters of woods in the moor, and there is a tragic and incomplete shock.

Then, the screams and howls were gone, and silence spread, except for the rough gasping of the white raptor and the creak of parts rubbing between the gaps in the wooden frame.

A sense of unease crept up into Char's head as the silence crept up on him, and his scalp tingled like a dense phobia, like a beehive.

Not far away, a huge explosion burst into the sky, the front of the dragon carriage was lifted, the carriage tilted backwards, Char and the others fell backwards in a hurry, and in a panic they looked around for something that could be fixed next to them to support their bodies.

"Raff, what's wrong?"

After stabilizing her figure, Cecylis immediately asked, she stretched out her head, and the three dragons in front of her stood up in front of her, and the drow nobles quickly grabbed the lasso, and under the tightening of the reins in their hands, the dragons slowly leaned down again, and then the carriage finally returned to a stable state.

"High Priest Secilis, the dragon was a little frightened, but it's okay now. Raff wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the green tendons on the back of his hand still showed the difficulty behind the words.

"What now?"

The sudden explosion followed by a series of screams and loud howls carried an unsettling signal in itself, and Char wanted to know more about what was going on in the place where the sound came from than it was dangerous.

"There...... It's the barracks......" Mina recalled, pointing out the exact direction, as if to match her answer, the sound of fierce shouts of killing and metal clashing echoed from underground, and the murmur of Drow's wails gradually prevailed.

"Let's go!"

At Raff's hurried shout, the dragon sped again, but this time in a clear direction. Char opened the window, and he stuck his head out to easily distinguish the location of the barracks.

Not far away, there was a fire, maybe a tent or something was thrown into the flames, and the noisy noise mixed with the roar of the dragons seemed to touch the blood of the white dragons. They quickened their sturdy feet again and ran wildly, and in a moment Char's eyes magnified the whole picture of the barracks.

"This ...... Am I on the wrong set?" Char muttered to himself, swallowing his saliva, the flames of the sky reflecting the faces of him and the girls on the other side.

A group of tall black shadows broke into the camp tent in the middle of the military formation, the weapons they held in their hands were of different shapes, but all of them were huge and strong, and every time the black shadows waved their weapons, they were always accompanied by relatively short flying figures, and the wails transmitted in the air.

But the wailing was very different from what had been heard before......

The tent was not very fireproof, and the thick black smoke rolled upwards against the background of the raging flames, and Char could even clearly see the towering and upside-down stalactite tips above his head, irregularly inverted in rows, as if a series of cameras were working, faithfully recording the tragedy below.

Some of the tents of the "Thorn ......" could not withstand the power of the flames, and the crisp sound of the load-bearing brackets indicated that they had completed their short lives. Char watched as a Drow soldier fell into it under the blow of a sledgehammer, and before he could utter a cry of pain, an even stronger cone of pain came from his mouth.

In the next moment, the fallen Drow soldier struggled, rolling and crawling out with all his might, only to become a burning man with a thick smoke, unable to move forward a few more minutes before he could move a little further.

The white dragon stopped at his feet, Char quickly jumped out of the carriage, he walked forward quickly, crouched down beside the Drow soldier, he slapped the few remaining flames on his body in vain, but the other party did not react in the slightest, when he shook the Drow soldier vigorously, and shouted loudly, hoping to pull back the consciousness of the other party, only to find that only a charred corpse was left in his hand.

"Lord, be careful!"

Cecilis hurriedly reminded the black-haired man in a loud voice that beside Char, a troll with blood-red eyes was raising his big stick and slamming it into his head, but the black-haired man didn't know it, and still crouched on the ground, staring at the only remaining white of the Drow soldier.

It was a pair of eyes that could no longer be seen.

The stick slammed down with the troll's fury, slicing through the air overhead and whirring in the friction, and the crouching black-haired man was nothing more than a coward about to become a revenant under the rod in contrast to his tall stature......

"Sir!" Mina hurried forward, her sword stabbing into the troll's heart with a hidden brilliance encircled in a circle—but someone moved faster......