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After returning to the Nazfar, she quickly dragged the coachman's leg and ran to the captain's room, giving credit to Joanna, who had just gotten up, and after the black-haired beauty Joanna, who was temporarily the leader of the dragonborn, sent her away with a strange look, she locked the door of the captain's room tightly, and she didn't know what she was doing inside.

However, this news was soon heard by Emma, who was already able to get out of bed and walk around, and she organized others to lock Belgrani to the mast with chains, which was too loud to finally wake up the coachman, and at the same time as waking up, his already unrecognizable face also showed a trace of struggle, but then he was dominated by the tyrannical general soul in his body, he frantically tugged at the chains, trying to use the sharp half-dragon claws and the newly grown dragon tail to attack the dragonborns who watched the excitement.

"Ahh

Looking at Belgrani's crazy appearance, Emma, who was supported by everyone, commented with disdain,

"Tsk, look at what Raymond's bad guy has done? Adding something strange to the diluted dragon's blood, infused into the bodies of mortals, whose fragile bodies and souls simply can't control the power of this dragon, look at him, that's a testament to that. ”

"Speaking of which, if it hadn't been for Afra knocking him out, I'm afraid it would have been a luxury for him to remain in his current form. ”

Another bronequin with crystal black-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses and whispered,

"The power of the dragon is too domineering, it will completely erase the original form and soul of the creature, but this human in front of him is quite lucky, he should have the meager bloodline of some ancient creature, which shelters his mind to a certain extent, otherwise he would have been assimilated by the dragon's blood a long time ago!"

The surrounding circle of dragonborns nodded, and Frye was the "polymath" among them, so what she said was usually correct.

"But speaking of which, didn't you find a problem?"

As he spoke, Frì's eyes were full of solemnity under the crystal lenses, and as he spoke, he looked over and over at Belgranny's somewhat sharp claws and thick dragon tail, and the two small black horns growing from his forehead.

"What did Raymond want to do with such an irrational monster, and did he want to rely on such a monster to capture the Holy White Rock Fort? That would be wishful thinking. ”

She took the small dagger that Afra had handed her, and walked over to Belgrani, who was grappling with teeth and claws, and as the coachman's claws grabbed it, Frye raised her palm and slapped Belgrani in the face.

"Smack!"

Tsk, the slap from the glasses lady even had a sonic boom effect, so that Afra and several other younger dragonborns couldn't help but shrink their heads, and the dragon-beast Belgrani was also blinded by this slap, he subconsciously moved his lips, and spit out a sharp tooth that was hardly knocked out, and then his eyes became even more red, and he opened his big mouth and was about to pounce, but at this moment, Frye suddenly spoke,

"Don't forget who you are, idiot! If you don't want to be a monster without reason, wake me up!"

The coachman's claws stagnated, of course, it was not just the power of words, Frye also used some small means, and Belgrani's heavy breathing did not change, but the work of the least attack had stopped, and he shook his head and roared wildly, and struggled, shouting in a hoarse lingua franca that he could not hear at all,

"Down... City... The dragon and... Fire, monsters! all... Monsters!ah!! kill you!ah!"

Looking at the coachman who was going crazy again, Frye shook her head and said to the few dragonborns beside her,

"Hold him down, I'm going to get some blood!"

As soon as the words fell, two sturdy female dragonborns walked up quickly, one of them grabbed one of Belgrani's arms and half of his body, the dragon-beast Belgrani may be called a monster in front of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the real dragonborn, he just has an empty body full of power, but he can't talk about flexible use at all, and even his strength is still too far behind the real dragonborn.

Frì, the spectaclesman, would not even look at Belgrani, but she took the dagger and stabbed it into the coachman's chest.

But it was just an ordinary dagger, and after cutting through Bell's superficial skin, it was stuck there by the tough muscles, unable to move forward or backward, but the hot and excessive blood had already flowed out, and Frye took out a small bottle from her pocket with satisfaction, and after receiving a small half bottle of purple blood, she signaled to her sister that she could let go of this unlucky guy.

"I smell Raymond in this blood, this madman, can't he use his own blood to make this poison?"

Frye put the bottle under her nose and sniffed it, her face immediately became weird, she looked at Emma, then at Belgreoni, who had been knocked unconscious by a punch, and lowered her voice,

"It seems that when the captain comes back, I will have to tell him the truth, Raymond has invested so much, what he wants will definitely not be so simple!"

"I know, I'll talk to Sister Joanna first!"

Emma nodded, and walked towards the captain's quarters, holding a staff that Roman had prepared for her.

But the eldest sister Joanna in her mouth, at this time, sat naked on the simple bed, looking at the blush on the sheets, her face was dull, and she didn't know what she was thinking, her expression kept changing, sometimes hideous, sometimes peaceful, the cyan sheet was pinched in her hand, tightened, and it only took a yawn to crack into several pieces.

Eventually, Joanna, dressed in her leather armor, took the silver key out of her pocket, not knowing what she was thinking, but in the end she let out a long sigh, put the key on Elivan's desk, opened the hatch, and walked out without looking back.

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"Throw in the towel, I don't really want to beat you up. ”

Shuya glanced at Minerva, who was beside him with her eyes closed, and he took a step forward with his long sword, and said to Polgar, who was waiting for him with his staff diagonally in front of him,

"You can't beat the two of us if you pick one out, you don't have a show. ”

"I may fail, but Shiraishi will not!"

A hint of stubbornness flashed on Polgar's pale face, he slowly took a few steps back, stretched out his left back to his pocket, and when he took it out again, a scroll with a spar on the surface appeared in his hand,

"Don't come here!"

Polgar roared, "This is a 7-ring scroll that doesn't require mana to activate—the Sea of Sunfire, go back if you don't want to die!" Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.