Outside the cave, Ronald stopped and began to exude spiritual consciousness. After receiving a response from the cave, he strode towards the pitch-black cavern.

He had just entered the cave after he walked out of the territory of the cavemen with a smell of mud, and a group of minotaurs patrolling the road suddenly blocked him.

Looking at these black-haired guys, he suddenly felt quite funny, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. The reason why he couldn't help but laugh was because the dull minotaurs with blood-red eyes were carrying the long-handled battle axes he had given them, glaring at him with malicious intent.

And the bull head, who was the first to stand in the way, stared at his commander condescendingly: "Why?"

"It's a guest. ”

When the bull head heard this explanation, he foolishly gave way and muttered a grunt. As for the other minotaurs, after saying a few words in the language of the demons, they dispersed one after another.

Ronald recognized that they seemed to be complaining about the lack of meat to eat. He just glanced at the evil eyes above his head and walked through quickly.

When I came to the cave, the dim light suddenly became bright and shining.

The flames burning on the mountain wall illuminated the gold coins under the red dragon's body, emitting a heart-pounding golden glow.

Ronald stared at the red dragon with his eyelids slightly raised, the corners of his mouth swept upward, and he teased: "I haven't seen you for a month, and you seem to have accumulated a lot more wealth." ”

Bang la, the golden light shines.

The red dragon opened its eyes impatiently, it moved its neck, and at the same time spewed out a spark: "It's so late, what are you doing with me?"

"Forgot that contract?" Ronald casually looked around, "I started from Yorktown, and I explored a total of nine mountain ranges, one of which has spatial distortion, but the demons there have been eliminated by me. ”

"Yes. The red dragon lazily raised its wings.

Ronald raised his eyebrows slightly, suddenly raised his tone, and his eyes radiated a terrifying light: "The coordinates you teleported at the beginning, how could there be a white dragon nearby?"

Morriel just flapped his wings impatiently: "The coordinate points I recorded are naturally worth recording. What's so weird?

Not to be outdone, its red eyes puffed out, and a thick red like lava began to flow from its scales.

"Or are you going to fight me?"

Before Ronald could speak, the red dragon had already preemptively struck and angrily flapped the wide flesh wings, and the surrounding firelight swayed from side to side, and also raised a strong sulfur smell.

"The third watch came to my territory in the middle of the night, I'm afraid he was holding me accountable for the matter of Falken! Unfortunately, you don't have that qualification yet!"

Rumble!

A burst of flame erupted, forcing Ronald to the cave door.

"Get out of my sight, you're no longer welcome here!"

As the words had been spoken, Ronald stopped tempting, narrowing his eyes coldly and conjuring up the Blade of Judgment.

Moriel's red eyes flashed with pride: "I knew!" As he spoke, Moriel stood up high, and his broad dragon wings slammed into his arms!

After a crackle of metal, Ronald spotted a teleportation circle hidden beneath the pile of gold coins.

Before he could regain his senses, the dragon's might spread abruptly, and at the same time, Moriel's mouth reached forward, and a mouthful of scorching flames erupted.

Dragon's power may be a shock to ordinary creatures, but for Ronald, it's just a boring little trick. He had never been afraid of the wrath of the black dragon, which was even more amazing than this, let alone a red dragon that had not yet grown to a thousand years!

Having been forced to the entrance of the cave, he no longer avoided it, but supported it with one hand, condensing an ice mirror.

Under the influence of mental thoughts and the magic that was quickly mobilized, the ice mirror conjured up in time the moment the flame spout arrived. Thicker than ever, the magic is purer.

Rumble!

The flames were forcibly split in two by the Ice Mirror, forming a fork, and a roaring wave of heat swept across Ronald's body, causing his hair to be messy and his cloak to hunt behind him.

However, Ronald, who was standing in place, stared at Morrill without fear.

Da-da-da-da.

The minotaurs raised their heavy hooves and raised their battle axes with a shout, dutifully preparing to protect their masters.

But the evil eyes preempted the minotaurs, using the four pairs of blood-red eyes on the meat ball that only had pupils, focusing a scorching ray and shooting it at Ronald's back.

Scorching rays, a single fire-based third-order magic, are the proud skills of the evil eyes. The evil eye summoned its magical power, focused it through the four pairs of blood-red eyes, smelted it, and shot out a flame ray that turned into white light.

This ray is as thin as a little finger, and the temperature is extremely high, enough to shoot through a five-centimeter-thick steel plate and melt the bullet marks into molten iron!

But its weaknesses are also obvious.

Compared to other fire-based spells, the Scorching Ray is extremely powerful, but it is mana intensive and takes twenty seconds to recharge. If it weren't learned by a fire master, the charging time would be even longer, usually more than thirty seconds. This spell casting speed is even longer than the time it takes to unleash a fourth-order group magic!

Therefore, in the hands of human mages, it is just a much-criticized chicken rib spell. It's okay to use it in a sneak attack to catch the enemy off guard, but when it is used in a head-on battle, it's tantamount to killing yourself.

However, thanks to the Evil Eye's talent, it only takes ten seconds for the ray to focus and emit. And the Evil Eye Clan, with this skill, firmly occupies a territory in the abyss plane.

No more than a flame spit, with Ronald's current ice mirror technique, he can't resist the penetrating force of the rays.

After sensing dozens of magic fluctuations behind him, Ronald, who had been prepared, immediately leaned forward and rushed forward. The scorching rays are fast, but Ronald is even faster. With his body low, almost at a ninety-degree angle to the ground, he easily scurried into the cavern to dodge the attacks of the Evil Eyes.

Whoosh!

The air rippled with the white light, and it was filled with mist. A few of the rays pierced through the pile of gold coins at the red dragon's feet, piercing the small golden round coins and melting them into viscous gold water.

And at this moment, the minotaur with a tomahawk has also rushed to the entrance of the cave.

But the few who rushed to the front, under Ronald's meteor-like sword skills, a spinning slash and a few criss-crossing half-moon slashes, they all rushed bloody arrows and fell to the ground unwillingly.

But the minotaurs, who had high morale in the sky, as if they had not seen how their companions had died tragically, still carried their battle axes and continued to rush forward without fear of death, trying to protect their masters.

Suddenly.

Rumble!

Even the air seemed to tremble, and the whole cave resounded.

The red dragon raised its head and suddenly exuded a wave of coercion, ordering its men to leave.

The loyal minotaur forcibly stopped his rushing body and quickly retreated with the large axe on his back. The Evil Eyes no longer attacked, but moved around the top of the mountain with their slender vine-like claws, out of the red dragon's line of sight.

"Are you going to fight me alone?" Ronald raised his head, his aqua blue pupils full of confidence, "I can't see that you are really a good lord who cherishes his subordinates, Moriel." ”

Morrill grinned, spewing a mist of sour sulfur.

"No, you ominous fallen angel, the Men of the Light will naturally come against you, and I'm just reluctant to make it easy for them. ”

Seeing the cunning in the eyes of the red dragon, this made Ronald's previous vaguely uneasy judgment even stronger: "It seems that you really ...... at that time"

Morrill flapped the dragon's wings and sent out a gust of wind that swallowed the second half of Ronald's words in his mouth.

Whew.

The wind howled, and the flames were cloudy.

After another crackle of metal, the rudimentary form of the teleportation circle on the sole of the red dragon's feet had already appeared a milky white halo.

Sou!

The gap in space suddenly opened, revealing a dark and deep starry sky trail.

Of the three people who strode out of the portal, two were familiar to Ronald.

One is Anthony, the deputy head of the Grail Knights, and the other is the old dwarf he met when he killed the Daredevil that day. As for the other, it was a white-robed mage with an oak wand, white beard, thin ears, a wrinkled face, and a beard almost reaching the ground.

Seeing Ronald's intimidating momentum, the white-robed mage brushed his white beard disapprovingly, and smiled and greeted: "Young man, please allow me to introduce me." He tapped his chest: "Merlin, the national teacher of the Falcon Empire, the assistant of Arthur the Great." ”

Merlin then turned his hand to the dwarf Paladin: "My old friend, a master weaponsmith from the Ashan Castle, Paladin Yarla. ”

"Well, I think you already know his name, the deputy head of the Knights of the Holy Grail, the chief of the knights of Anthony from the Northlands. ”

Paladin fiddled with the warhammer with a big grin: "I didn't expect you kid to grow up quite fast, well, now even I can't sense the dark aura hidden in your body, what a powerful guy." He tilted his head to the red dragon behind him: "Are you sure you're right, it's really a fallen angel clan?"

Ronald coldly glanced at the three who seemed to be defenseless, then raised his head and shifted his gaze upward: "This is the helper you found?"

Morriel grinned triumphantly, bringing out the stench of sulfur, "Oh, I think you're mistaken, I'm just a bystander." ”

In the next moment, Anthony took a step forward and didn't give Ronald time to continue talking.

His brown-red eyes flashed with an aggressive light: "You should have read that letter, Your Excellency Ronald, an ominous man who disobeyed the favor of the supreme god and willingly degenerated. ”

Ronald snorted coldly, he raised his eyebrows, and didn't care about Anthony's question at all. Instead, he looked at the red dragon with disdain, and sneered at each other: "Moriel, you actually sold my identity to the Holy See? Is this still the dragon clan I know? Despicable enough to survive by betrayal? Have you buried the pride and dignity of the dragon clan under this lifeless volcano?"

The red dragon didn't answer, it just shook its broad dragon wings, and then took a few steps back, watching with the mentality of watching a good show.

"Answer me. Anthony's voice thrust in, low and oppressive.

He took a step forward and tried to force Ronald to make a choice.

"To join or to refuse?" (To be continued.) )