Morrill paid no attention to the woman's words.

The red dragon's gaze was only focused on the black-haired young man beside the princess, and Moriel sensed some familiar and dangerous aura from him. Before it could ask a question, it suddenly heard the words of the black-haired young man in its spiritual consciousness. And the words that I haven't heard for a long time are actually angelic words!

"O noble and brave and warlike red dragon of the dragon lineage, you don't mind communicating with me in your spiritual consciousness. ”

Morriel straightened his neck, and suddenly his round red eyes burst out with a burst of murderous intent! It opened its mouth and squeezed out a sulfurous breath mixed with flames! The dragon scales that were as crystal as magma all over its body began to flow with veins of flames, glowing with crimson light!

The pungent smell like rotten eggs greeted them, scaring the magical knights into whipping up their magic shields, and the remaining knights also aimed their weapons at the unclear red dragon.

Morriel puffed out his crimson fangs and looked gloomily at the lowly reptiles below him. The sparks that drip from its mouth from time to time set the trees beneath its feet on fire.

Crackling.

The already dry trees quickly burst into flames, emitting scorching smoke.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Several knights mustered up courage and prepared to rush up to protect the princess, but were forced back by the princess with her eyes. Victoria was also very worried at the moment, but she had already realized that she was going to die, and she ......

Victoria forcibly suppressed the violent beating in her chest and stole a glance at Ronald, who had a calm expression.

She understands that the main reason why she dares to look directly at the red dragon is because Ronald by her side brings her a sense of security.

At this time, the red dragon's wings were raised high and a stream of air flowed, causing the fallen leaves in the forest to fly, blowing everyone back again and again. The sparks in its slightly open mouth were unbridled, and the smell of sulfur was even worse, as if it was ready to spit out deadly flames at any moment.

Seeing this situation, everyone couldn't help but retreat again and again.

Seeing that everyone was about to be unable to bear the threat, Victoria shouted: "Don't panic!

Only Ronald stood still, his eyes calmly meeting the red dragon's menacing gaze while continuing to convey the words he wanted to express in his spiritual consciousness.

After listening, the red dragon finally put away his wings.

After arguing fiercely in their spiritual consciousness in angelic language, the red dragon put away his malice towards the former fallen angel.

The reason for this was that it saw the cold power that Ronald had secretly provoked, and convinced it that the black-haired boy in front of him, who was not much weaker than himself, was indeed no longer the Seraphic with the power of source fire, the race that it hated that claimed to be light and sacred. The second is the dragon flute left by Ronan, although the little hands and feet it did on the dragon flute were eliminated by Ronald, but the bloodline contract is not an existence that it can violate.

The red dragon no longer deliberately bared its teeth and claws to intimidate the dragon's power, and after haggling with Ronald with his mental consciousness, it finally tucked the dragon's wings behind its back, trying to make itself look more modest. But it found that the smile that it thought was friendly with its mouth wide open made the knights below panic even more.

Morrill put away his smile.

It looked around at the still nervous knights below him, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and snorted coldly in the lingua franca of the Terrans: "Okay, that woman named Victoria, give me your dragon flute." ”

When Victoria noticed Ronald's affirmative look, she took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to walk to the feet of the red dragon. She desperately suppressed the strong vibration of "dong dong" in her chest, lowered her head and raised her hands above her head, and respectfully presented the dragon flute in her hand.

The dragon flute emitted a glimmer of light and floated into the air.

Under the infusion of Moriel's mana, the dragon flute in mid-air suddenly shone brightly! The gray-brown clay exterior cracked and scattered, revealing the golden brilliance inside!

In just a moment, the inconspicuous dragon flute emitted a glittering golden light!

"Keep it away, Ronan's descendant. The red dragon glanced coldly at the knights below, and then ordered Victoria in a low voice: "Remember, you can only summon me three times. ”

Seeing the dragon flute falling rapidly, Victoria hurriedly stepped forward and caught the dark gold dragon flute that had returned to its true color in a panic. And before she could look up, she heard a flapping of dragon wings.

At the feet of the red dragon, Victoria's bone was almost unsteady on her feet, her blonde hair being blown wildly.

Victoria was half-kneeling on the ground, her eyes narrowing slightly, trying to resist the wind.

Whew.

By the time she looked up, the red dragon was already flying into the air, heading for a crater in the Eclis Mountains. Victoria tilted her head towards Ronald, trying to find answers in his aqua blue eyes.

"It'...... it"

Victoria's tone stuttered a little, and there was still a bit of disbelief and confusion in her emerald eyes.

Looking at the anxiety in the princess's eyes, Ronald just smiled faintly: "We succeeded." ”

"Really, really, really?" Victoria looked up at the black dot that was already gone, and after standing there blankly for a long time, she finally burst into ecstatic joy: "Really, really! we are saved, Falken is saved!"

The knights, who were nervous, also raised their weapons in their hands and shouted loudly with joy: "Long live the princess!

Victoria carefully held the dragon flute in her heart, her eyes narrowed, and she basked in the joy of success.

Success, success!

Her heart was beating harder and harder, almost jumping out of her chest with joy!

"There's still a lot of work to do, Your Highness Princess. ”

Ronald's faint tone brought the joyful Victoria back to reality, and she turned her head to stare quietly at the calm aqua blue eyes on Ronald's face. She felt as if there was some strange magic, and even her mood became calm and peaceful.

"You're right, ...... Ronald" remembering that she was still a princess, she paused shyly: "Your Excellency Ronald." ”

The next moment, the little woman's Huaichun thought was hidden in her heart, and her face returned to calm, returning to the calm of the past. Victoria looked around at the equally ecstatic crowd and gave the order in a low voice: "Everyone, go back, go back to the royal city!

"Long live the princess, long live the king!

They didn't even have the heart to pack up their tents, so they got on their horses and drove away overnight in the direction of Fort Orleans. They want to bring this great surprise back to the royal city as soon as possible, so that Ryan and Deleko can muster the confidence of a firm alliance!

Meanwhile.

Under the same dim starlight nearly a thousand miles away.

At the other end of the Akles Mountains, in a tribe of orcs bordering the kingdom of Lane.

A mysterious black-robed man, under the authority of the orc guards, was guided into a leader's tent embroidered with a "golden palm swirl thread". And sitting reclining in the tent was a fair-skinned, handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. The man pressed his left leg against his right, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at the black robe below with a smile from the corner of his eye.

The black-robed man had just pulled down his hood when he heard a faint voice from inside the tent: "O believer of Adra, take out her token." ”

"As you wish, honorable Lord Lemuel. ”

The black-robed man hurriedly leaned over and saluted, his wrist flicked, and a dark golden chalice was conjured out of thin air, and he respectfully offered it with both hands.

Lemuel, who was sitting in the tent, raised his eyelids slightly, only glanced slightly, and after detecting a hint of familiarity contained in the Holy Grail, he smiled and said, "Okay, what is the purpose of the woman Adela calling you?"

The black-robed man put away the chalice and replied respectfully, "I beg your pardon for your ignorance, the master's affairs are not something that I, a lowly man, can speculate. The order my master gave me this time is just that I want you to go to the Island of the Dead and tell me. ”

"Hmph. ”

Like Ronald, the smile on Lemuel's face, who had black hair and blue eyes, suddenly disappeared, and he frowned and snorted coldly: "Who else besides Adela?"

The black-robed man pondered for a moment before responding, "There are three other adults, and two other adults from the other world. ”

"Yes......" Lemuel muttered for a moment, "Okay, I'll go with you." ”

The black robe bowed down again with gruntled eyes: "This is an honor to be here! I am very grateful!" He hurriedly took out a one-way designated teleportation scroll, and respectfully stepped forward and handed it to Lord Lemuel: "Lord Lemuel, this is the teleportation scroll of the Isle of Death. ”

After taking the scroll, a cruel smile appeared on Lemuel's face.

He stood abruptly and raised his right hand.

The black robe's heart jumped, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he realized that the target did not seem to be his own. He saw a black whistling aura emanating from Lemuel's hand, lingering, whimpering, and then transforming into countless mournful mayfly ghosts!

Sensing the fear in the black robe's eyes, Lemuel smiled faintly and gently threw the black air mass condensed from his palm to the top of his head. "Harvest and feast, Soul of Sorrow trapped in the abyss. ”

"Woooooooo ”

With a gloomy whimper, the black air mass that seemed to be like a substance haunted by countless ghosts floated straight through the top of the burlap tent and floated outside the tent.

"Ah......h

"Help, help!"

Outside the tent, the mournful wails of the orcs, the cracking of clay pots, and the sound of rapid escape sounded one after another. But this only lasted for a short time, and the noise outside the tent was no longer heard, leaving only a dead silence. Not long after the silence, countless ghosts floated back through the tents.

The black robe saw that these ghosts had burrowed into Lemuel's body one after another with the comfort of being fed. He couldn't help but grunt in his throat, and he stood aside in fear, not daring to move, and the deference in his eyes was even more submissive.

With supreme majesty, Lemuel examined the look of surrender in the black-robed eyes with satisfaction.

The corners of his mouth crossed a graceful arc: "Time flies so fast, it seems that I haven't seen the woman in Adela for a long time, I hope that this time she summoned me from my slumber and brought me some fun, otherwise it would ......" In the next moment, Lemuel suddenly looked directly at the black robe, and faintly exuded a coercion: "Also, remember to tell your master, don't use her blood to play with those little tricks in the rebirth ritual!"

The black robe lowered his head and muttered, not daring to respond loudly at all.

"Well, I know this definitely has nothing to do with you. ”

The hideousness on Lemuel's face quickly dissipated, and a warm smile once again appeared on his handsome face. He gently untied the string that bound the one-way teleportation scroll, unleashing the magic within the scroll.

"Let's go. ”