Dalama flew high in the sky, his emerald green scales giving him an extra layer of camouflage in the green acid clouds.

Usually when there is no combat mission, he actually prefers to stay in a makeshift lair and take a nap comfortably.

But now, he is not in the mood at all.

Dalama wanted to find a thicker mist of acid so that she could better hide herself.

Because, at this time, he was full of shame.

"I'm so stupid, really," Dalama howled inwardly, "why do you want to dance such a stupid dance in public!"

As an adult green dragon, he has always been fortunate for his mature and stable character.

Whether it was in a difficult childhood, or in a reckless teenager and youth, Dalama protected himself well.

Even when faced with delicious elves, he can sensibly stop and hunt once or twice a year at most.

Because he knows that he is not strong enough, he can't take the initiative to die.

He adhered to the way of the heart for more than two hundred years, until he became the real overlord in that forest, with countless minions under his command, and the surrounding forest elf tribes were even more at his mercy to ask for his clansmen, and he did not dare to disobey in the slightest.

Dalama can be said to have used his own dragon life experience to verify a wise saying - in the end, there is everything.

He could have been in the forest for a long time until he grew tired of life or wanted to go out in search of a mate, but a call from the Dragon Council shattered Dalama's peaceful life.

Out of adoration for the Dragon Queen – in a way, the Green Dragon is the most "well-behaved" of Tiamat's many offspring – and out of awe of the Dragon Council, Dalama promptly responded to the call and took the initiative to go to the lower planes.

To tell the truth, with the strength of an adult green dragon, the danger level is actually not high to follow the large army of the Dragon Legion around in the Acid Mist Canyon plane, fight a tailwind battle, and bully those Tanari demons who are retreating one after another.

Coupled with the fact that Bartow's logistics department had provided the Dragon Legion with enough minions, Dalama even felt that his quality of life had improved rather than decreased.

Until he met her.

The fiery red shadow made Dalama unforgettable for a long time, how many times she tossed and turned in her sleep, and she was convinced.

Young female red dragon, beautiful female red dragon.

She has muscular muscles, a slender tail, sharp claws, and ruby-like scales that shine brightly.

Dalama doesn't think he's a superficial dragon.

In addition to her beautiful appearance, the charming connotation of the young female red dragon made her even more important.

You must know that the other party is a direct descendant of the third generation of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, and just mentioning her name - Kriffia, now the leader of the Dragon Legion also bows his head lightly to show respect.

If she can win the favor of this red dragon princess, Dalama will definitely be able to move forward...... Ahem, harvest enviable love.

Every time he thought of this, Dalama felt the dragon's blood boil.

In order to realize his dream of being born of dragons, through a long and courageous battle, Dalama was promoted to the first echelon of the Dragon Legion.

With the opportunity to observe Krifia up close, Dalama naturally expressed himself even more.

Just today, after some careful preparation, he finally mustered up the courage to wait at the door of Kriphia's lair.

Enduring the discomfort of the volcanic environment, Dalama finally waited for the Red Dragon Princess, who had just returned to the dragon's lair from the battle.

According to the guidance of the dragon knowledge inheritance, the adult green dragon danced a dazzling dance and launched a courtship ceremony.

Sometimes he jumps up and down, making movements like "catching the moon in the nine days, catching turtles in the five seas" to show his physical strength; sometimes he twists his head and tail, and makes an expression like "eagle looking at the wolf" to show his sharp mind......

Just as he was about to do a handstand to show that he had enough to have offspring, Krifia, who had been patient for a long time, finally broke out, first with a dragon flame beard, followed by punches and kicks.

The fists were to the flesh, the claws and claws were bloody, and the green dragon's miserable howl even alarmed the upper echelons of the dragon army.

It's just that after they came in a hurry, they learned the reason, and they all showed a "deserved" expression.

Then he sat on a nearby hill and watched the entertainment with great interest, occasionally making a "remark" of Krifia.

"Hit the wings and Achilles tendons, and the tendons were beaten, and he couldn't fly away and escape. ”

"The nose, the nose of the green dragon, their nose is the most vulnerable. ”

"Kick accurately, uh, that guy is thin and small, and it's really not easy to hit. ”

......

As for whether Dalama resisted?

An adult red dragon of the "third generation of gods" attacks a "grassroots" adult green dragon at close range, what do you think can be the result?

After the unilateral beating was over, if it weren't for Kriffia's care about the robes of the same dragon legion, a fresh dragon corpse would have been baked.

Perhaps annoyed by the mouthiness of the spectators, Krifia left Dharam behind and turned to find the other hapless dragons to move her muscles.

Like the green dragon who was amnesty, he fled in a hurry.

After this battle—though only Dara himself thinks so—the Green Dragon was able to regain his physical health that day with the help of healing spells, his face had been thrown into the depths of the abyss.

Even if he was hiding in the lair, he seemed to feel the disdain of his fellow people nearby.

Dalama, who couldn't bear it, felt that she needed to vent, otherwise if she continued like this, she was afraid that she would be suffocated from internal injuries.

Whether it's a five-colored dragon or a metal dragon, for them, the best means of catharsis is to fight.

Of course, the premise is the kind that can be beaten, in other words, find soft persimmons to pinch.

However, in the Acid Mist Canyon plane, there are not many people he can choose to vent to:

The dragon that can be recruited is actually almost the same strength as Dalama, and the Bato Expeditionary Legion, Dalama will definitely not be able to provoke him, and he will single-handedly go to find the lone Tanari Demon, with his current fortune, maybe he will meet the Demon Legion unexpectedly......

Then the only option left is the army of servants, and they are all a group of weak mortals.

"That's right, what happened to me today is a dereliction of duty. ”

Flying high into the air and breathing in the acidic gas that comforted him, Dalama felt that his thoughts were much clearer:

"It must have been that they didn't care enough to clean the scales, so the green scales on my body weren't shiny enough, or it was the dirt left behind when they cleaned the cracks between my fingernails that caused Cliffia to ......."

Suddenly thinking of Krifia and her own tragic experience, Dalama involuntarily fought a cold war.

So he decided to hurry to the camp of the Servant Legion and wreak havoc in order to heal his psyche.

It's a pity that he doesn't know what the yellow calendar is - and he doesn't know that he is not suitable for today.

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Thank you xiaotang246 for your continued support, and thank you for the 1,000 starting point coins that surrounded the mountain early this morning. Everyone is welcome to give me more comments, I will try to reply to you as long as I have time. New authors love to exchange ideas with everyone.