Dalama felt like she was kneeling in this place as if it had been decades. Finally, he stood up and placed a pair of large green hands on his waist, frowning at the sour tingling sensation that erupted in his body.

He licked his dry lips, glanced around, and squinted at the green sun overhead.

The dragon's unique rhythm-regulating organs allow Dalama to clearly judge the speed of time passing - he was only a green-skinned goblin who had been here for less than a third of an hourglass.

But the sour numbness on ** and the dizziness in his mind are telling him a completely opposite answer.

Dalama involuntarily covered her forehead and muttered with a little despair, "Today is definitely not my lucky day. ”

Everything had to start half a day ago...... Perhaps, speaking of which.

Quest's phrase "go well or not send it off" made him feel like he had been pardoned, and he fled for his life and left the place where Prosperity Town was located.

When facing the young blue dragon, Dalama guessed that the legendary red dragon, as the leader of the dragon legion, was not half the size of the other party.

Therefore, his "strategic retreat" and "going back to think about the long term" are actually not cowardice. Well, it certainly doesn't count.

But just as he adjusted his mentality and tried to accept the fact that "there is a huge gap between dragons", a change suddenly happened.

For no apparent reason, Dalama first felt as if he had been hit by something, and then he had to make an emergency landing.

Although dragons don't rely entirely on wings to fly, without wings, ordinary dragons will certainly not be able to fly properly.

The green dragon landed on the ground, and by chance, this was the place where he had attacked the Rat Lumberjacks—the surrounding puddles, lumps, or the remains of the corroded liquid or dehydrated city char, I think he accurately stated it.

"Who is it!, dare to provoke the Green Death of the Dragon Legion......" Dalama roared angrily.

Immediately afterward, he was horrified to find that his dragon's roar had become thrill and thinner, and the surrounding scenery had grown rapidly.

No, he was shrinking, and it didn't take long for Dalama to go from a green dragon to a green-skinned goblin.

Just as Dalama panicked, she wanted to cast a spell on herself to remove the strange Transfiguration effect.

A dwarf creature appeared abruptly in front of it.

It was a dwarf dressed in fancy dress, and probably some gray dwarf blood—a numb scalp that wasn't rounded at all.

"You...... What are you going to do?"

"Do you want to be stronger," the dwarf asked, but didn't give Dalama a chance to answer, "I know you do. ”

A lilac stream of light poured out of the gnome's hand, and in an instant, the light drowned out the goblin that the green dragon had turned into.

By the time Darama reacted, the dwarf had disappeared and the surroundings had become completely new.

"It doesn't seem like this is the Acid Mist Canyon plane, and it may not even be in the bottomless abyss, this is ......"

Two or three hunting forest elves jumped out of the bushes, and when they saw Dalama standing on the path of the beast in the forest, they were stunned at first - there were goblins who could not hide, and then they bent their bows and arrows without thinking about it, ready to clean up the pests.

"These damn greenskins," Dalama cursed through gritted teeth, dodging the arrows that were being fired at her.

"I'm ......," he suddenly realized, "...... Dragon vein goblins, wait, one day I will exterminate your dead race. ”

Maybe it's because this goblin language is very standard, so the elves understood his words, and suddenly felt offended, it didn't matter if they killed this goblin or not, after all, they still had to hunt, but now they had the intention of killing.

They were clinging to Dalama behind them, their longbows already behind their backs, and their sharp, ironwood spears in their hands.

After trying for a long time, Dalama couldn't release an effective killing spell, knowing that this small body was no match for those elven hunters at all, he could only rely on the agility advantage brought by his size, trying to get rid of the other party's pursuit in the bushes.

But the elves were like old turtles that had eaten the scales—determined to catch him, a goblin, peeling the skin and cramping it, and then throwing it at the door of a goblin cave to make an example.

You chased me for a long time, and even if the dragon vein goblin had a good physique, Dalama felt that he couldn't hold on anymore.

After all, with his two small short legs, it was too much of a loss for him to compete in jungle parkour with a bunch of long legs.

Circling around, Dalama was already running out of breath, and the elven hunters behind him were still in hot pursuit.

Just as he was about to despair, suddenly something familiar appeared in front of him—it was a long-standing Valen wood, as if he had made his home in the canopy of the tree.

Dalama remembered that the tree had a habitant who looked like a horned python living near the root of the tree, but the guy fled the day before he moved in.

It seems to dwell in a tree hollow......

As she ran, Dalama picked up a stone from the ground and sped to the bottom of the Wallenwood.

He saw the hole in the tree that seemed to be only able to reach into a claw, but now it was larger than its size, and without thinking about it, he rounded his arm and threw the stone into the dark tree hole with the greatest strength of this dragon vein goblin.

There was a muffled "bang" like a wooden stick striking Leather, and Dalama knew at once that it was done.

He quickly burrowed into a clump of bushes around him, and then carefully walked behind the Wallen wood under cover.

Immediately after, he heard two panicked elven voices, and it was clear that the horned viper had misunderstood the elven hunters.

As a magic beast, the horned python is also the overlord of this one-third of an acre of land, even if it can't actually provoke those elf tribes, but it is still not a problem to deal with a lone elf.

And the elven hunters, because they are familiar with the habits of various creatures in the forest, know that no matter how they run away now, they will eventually be chased by the horned python. Instead of sitting back and waiting, it's better to give it a go.

It's a pity that the level gap of creatures is not something that can be easily crossed just by virtue of blood bravery.

They were strangled to death, or poisoned by snakes, or directly pierced by the sharp horns on the head of horned pythons, and several elven hunters were killed one after another.

However, before he died, after a desperate struggle, the elven hunter was not unsuccessful - the ironwood spear was indeed sharp, the scales on the horned python's body had been punctured a lot, and a half-truncated spear was embedded in its muscles, and blood gushed out.

The pain made the horned python angry, and it only felt that it wanted to kill some more lives now, to vent it.

With a keen sense of smell, it smelled a little goblin, and the horned python followed the scent and began to crawl behind the Wallenwood.

Make a "rustling" sound.