"My race is"

"Iridescent Dragon."

Ron looked at Tyrande with a determined gaze and smiled at his true identity that he had been hiding for a long time.

"Amount"

Tyrande looked at Ron embarrassedly, and raised his hand a little embarrassed to ask:

"Please forgive my shallowness of insight, this. What kind of dragon species is the Iridescent Dragon? I've never heard the name. ”

Ron was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Yes, even the elves have forgotten the name of the iridescent?"

"It's a little bit uncomfortable."

Ron sneered at himself, and the nine-colored light in his eyes flashed, as if he had made a decision.

"So, starting today, I'll make the astral plane think of the name again, and."

Ron slowly clenched his fists and looked up at the starry sky, his eyes sharp.

"Let the gods once again experience the power of this legendary dragon race."

His confident temperament was contagious to Tyrande.

Although she didn't quite understand what the other party meant, she also understood that she seemed to be witnessing a famous scene that might be widely spread in the future astral plane.

"Iridescent dragons? I remembered. ”

Tyrande thought to himself.

——————

After a meeting with the five dragon gods, Ron was able to secure security for a certain period of time.

Now in his storage space, there are five scales of different sizes and colors.

That's the way to contact Them,

When Ron encounters an enemy he can't resist in the future, he can choose to call the dragon god for help and enjoy the thrill of having someone behind him.

Of course, he also has a hidden option: for example, he can also choose to call the name of the goddess of death.

It's just since the invocation of the true name of the goddess of death thousands of times on the Asattaya plane was unsuccessful.

Ron had a vague premonition in his heart that it was not good.

But there's not much he can do about it.

That's the existence of great divine power!

Even if he wanted to help the other party, Ron, who only had the power of a demigod at this time, was helpless.

He could only pray silently:

"Maybe the goddess of death is being held back by something, which makes it impossible to respond to her call, so it's good to wait for a while."

Despite this, Ron was not prepared to leave all his hopes to the performance of others.

"Become a god. What needs to be done?"

It was a question that kept circling Ron in his mind.

He wasn't thinking about an alternative way to become a god like casting a magic god crown.

It's about truly elevating the gods and having their own plan for the kingdom and godhead!

Ron was now working his brain at full capacity all the time.

While processing everyday thoughts, 99% of the brain's power is occupied by various hypothetical deductions.

And the moment he saw the moon elf Tyrande, he had a bold idea in his heart.

"Perhaps, this can be done"

Ron stared at Tyrande, to be precise, at the slender ears of the twin moon elves, like a bright moon, and began to deduce wildly in his mind.

But before we get down to business, we still have to get rid of the little bugs that disturb the dragon.

"Wait a minute."

Ron smiled and greeted Tyrande, then unfurled her wings before she could react.

Colorful dragon wings with a wingspan of more than 200 meters (shrunken) obscured the sky, and huge shadows enveloped the entire surrounding area.

The sun shone down on Ron's graceful iridescent body, and an automatic wheel of light followed him.

With a flick of the dragon's wings, Ron's body appeared in front of the amethyst dragon Timira as if it flashed.

The Amethyst Dragon, who was originally dizzy, suddenly felt a darkness in front of him.

Then a huge black shadow enveloped his body.

"Yo, isn't your vitality quite tenacious, so you can't be killed like this?"

The banter business sounded overhead.

Hearing this, Timira shook her head, trying to shake out the grains of sand poured into her ears.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the dragon above him with fear.

The dragon power that far surpassed that of ordinary demigods pressed on the Amethyst Dragon's body, and his bones creaked and blood was spilling from under the scales.

"Roar"

The Amethyst Dragon let out a painful wail.

"You! You can't finish killing here, I'm an Amethyst Dragon, and I'm entitled to the law of non-possession set by the Dragon Tavern, we're all gem dragons, and we shouldn't be among ourselves."

Temira was almost terrified by the massive dragon's might, and he fell on all fours, shuddering and shouting as he crawled backwards.

"Who's with you is a jewel dragon."

Ron plucked out his ears and said disdainfully.

"As for what is the law of non-war?"

The corners of Ron's mouth cracked at a subtle angle, and he looked at the amethyst dragon sarcastically:

"I didn't want to kill you, we were just engaged in a friendly exchange between real dragons."

As he spoke, he looked at Tyrande, who was very tangled not far away, and smiled and added:

"Isn't it?"

Demonic whispers swirled over and over again in the mind of the amethyst dragon.

"Me!."

The amethyst dragon Timira looked at the playful iridescent dragon, and her palms couldn't help but clench in secret.

The other party was obviously playing tricks on him.

But in order to survive, Timira is not even afraid of the Golden Dragon King, and the so-called dragon dignity is naturally not worth mentioning.

Amethyst Dragon desperately squeezed out a crying smile on his face, and said with a sneer:

"Yes, we're just talking, now that we're done, can I go?"

He looked expectantly at the iridescent dragon on the other side.

When the vast majority of true dragons face such a cheeky fellow in battle, many of them will lose face and will not hurt the killer.

Unfortunately, it was Ron who he met.

"What? Do you still want to compete? ”

Ron clenched his fist with one hand, slapped it into his palm, and said in surprise:

"I see, do you want to have a righteous duel with me? Okay, I'll satisfy you. ”

"Wait, I didn't"

"Without further ado, come on!"

Amethyst Dragon Timira looked at the other party's performance dumbfounded.

"I didn't mean that."

Before he could finish speaking, a clenched dragon fist took over the entire field of vision.

"Boom!"

A punch of mountains and rivers cracked.

Huge chasms more than 10,000 meters deep appeared in the desert.

It is as if a toddler scribbles on white paper with their fingers stained with ink.

Countless sand shuo poured into the "canyon" that was blasted open like a wave.

But no matter how much they filled, they couldn't fill the gap that appeared in the rift, but the entire sea of sand was rushing here.

Look at the turbulent flow of space that is gradually surging up.

Tyrande can be sure.

This blow has caused permanent damage to the magic circle in the desert area of the Dragon Tavern, and must be sealed and overhauled before the dragons can be re-incurred.

Otherwise, everyone may be playing and playing, and they will be thrown to the north and south by those unfixed spatial turbulences.

"It's so weak, it's so boring, and it's not effective at all."

"Can't you just be like you, you come and go a little more intensely."

Ron glanced at the bloody muddy mass lying in the center of the canyon and complained dissatisfied.

It can be seen that he is very dissatisfied with this scene performed in person.

As a standard iridescent dragon,

The ability to watch stage plays, join in the fun, and arrange the plot himself is a natural talent for him.

It's just that the residual habits of human beings and the pressure from the outside world make Ron instinctively suppress his thoughts.

And now, in the environment of the sky is high and the dragon is flying, it is obvious that Ron has begun to slowly awaken this "directorial talent".

"Your Majesty Ron!"

Tyrande called out to him anxiously, as if trying to dissuade his men from showing mercy.

"Aren't you curious, what did he just do?"

Ron suddenly turned his head sideways, looked at the moon elf behind him, and said lightly.

"He just now? What was done? ”

Tyrande looked at the amethyst dragon at the bottom of the rift, and the scale armor was falling off, and he saw that it was about to have air in and out.

One more look at the nice cabin not far away, protected by Ron.

Tyrande's eyes widened suddenly.

"Isn't it?"

Ron nodded and replied nonchalantly:

"That's right, he has ill intentions towards Tina, and he was going to enter the house through some kind of teleportation to carry it out."

Ron looked at the stunned Tyrande, stretched out his dragon claws, and tapped the fine scales of his eyes:

"The first time I saw Tina before him, I sensed that sudden malice."

"So I gave him a snack too, and put a few magic markers along the way."

As he spoke, Ron glanced at the golden dragon lady who was still asleep, shook his head and smiled:

"Obviously, the circle you set up didn't protect Tina."

"If I don't get back in time, what will you do in the face of Tina if something happens to you?"

This assumption is purely non-existent, and Ron is just teasing her to see how she reacts.

The slumber period of the true dragon is important and an instinct.

But the real dragon can control it.

Even if it does enter a period of slumber, actions from the outside world can wake up the sleeping dragon, and with the blessing of rage, the awakened dragon will often exert a super-level combat power.

[Don't disturb a sleeping dragon, unless you want to speed up your boring life!] 】

- Halfling Explorer Mokris

This unique sleeping mechanism also ensures that the dragon's nest will not be taken advantage of by thieves due to the owner's sleep.

What's more, the artifact protective equipment worn by Tina is all automatically triggered.

Even Ron had to work hard if he wanted to.

An amethyst dragon who has just come of age and is not even a legend?

Want to break her defenses? Let's have the ability to tear those artifacts apart first!

Thinking of this, Ron glanced at the amethyst dragon below.

After making sure that the other party was still in a near-death state, Ron was about to go back and tease the Moon Elf boss a few more times.

An astonishing killing intent suddenly erupted behind him.

Ron turned around in surprise.

In the air, the magic of nature is raging.

An emerald green pillar of light centered on Tyrande's body broke through the sky!

"Almost."

"Almost."

"It's just a little bit. Am I going to lose Tina? ”

"Same as Kalan. Lost again"

The Moon Elf stood in place and muttered.

The same dragon, a similar plot.

The ancient red dragon she had tortured and killed seemed to come back to life, and it waved its scarlet dragon wings and flew in her mind again.

Gu Honglong was roaring at her wildly:

"You're just an incompetent weakling."

"What's the use of killing me? Can you save your granddaughter? ”

"You're always losing your life, children, partners, friends."

"You're a guy who can't even protect your family."

"You are, weakling."

A thread in her heart seemed to be broken, and the fear and anger that had been entangled for hundreds of years instantly occupied the peak of spiritual intelligence.

"I'm not!"

With her voice, a myriad of emerald green magical radiances surrounded her body.

A set of silver armor covered in beautiful patterns slowly emerged from the void, wrapping around her original long crimson gown.

This set of natural, legendary-level battle armor from the inheritance of the elf clan has once again appeared in the eyes of the world after being treasured by its owner for hundreds of years.

This armor, which was more than thousands of years old, was once soaked in the blood of demons, titans, and even elves.

Today, it seems like it's going to drink dragon's blood again.

Tyrande lowered his head, unable to make out the expression on his face.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, she spoke.

She raised her head suddenly, and the body of the dragon in front of her slowly coincided with the back of the red dragon in her memory.

The original softness on Tyrande's face was gone, only the blood-red pupils full of murderous intent, and the windless long blonde hair that spread out behind her.

The clenched little hands were grabbing the wild magic of nature.

Ron felt a strong killing intent emanating from Tyrande.

He could feel that this killing intent was not only for the amethyst dragon, but also for all the lives around him except Tina.

That includes Ron himself.

"Kill!"

"Kill you!"

"You bunch. Evil dragons. ”

"All. Slay. None of them are left! ”

Tyrande muttered blankly.

The legendary magic of the riot had dyed almost the entire sky above turquoise.

Ron looked in amazement at Tyrande, who had lost his mind not far away.

"Walter? How did this good elf suddenly turn from a neutral character to a chaotic madman? ”

didn't wait for him to complain a few more words.

Buzz –

The wand on Tyrande's waist instantly floated into the air, and several restrictive spells were applied to the iridescent dragon.

【Wrath of Nature】

It was as if the weight of the world had fallen on Ron, leaving him frozen in place, unable to move.

Meanwhile.

Tyrande's hand was slowly condensing a giant bow of emerald green natural energy that was more than two meters long.

Then, she stretched out two white fingers and pulled the strings in the void.

The unique "fragility of will" of the elves was exposed at this moment.

In fact, the spiritual strength of the elves is far beyond ordinary people, and the will of the elven warriors is not weaker than that of any army.

In Karen's three plane battles, even if the battle loss rate exceeded 90%, the elves never flinched.

Brave elves who are not afraid of any enemy.

But they are the only ones who are afraid of time.

Their emotions and thoughts do not match their own life journey of more than 1,000 years.

Elves who value feelings and commitments are the easiest to be teased by time.

"Boom!"

An emerald arrow in the shape of a knight's sword appeared out of thin air under the immense natural magic of Tyrande, instantly condensed into a physical entity.

"I lean on (‵o′) convex"

Before he had time to think about it, Ron immediately prepared for battle.

Tyrande's wrist snapped, and a green gem light shot out of her hand, hitting Ron directly.

Ron felt numb all over, he couldn't feel his wings and limbs, as if he was bound by some kind of force.

He looked at Tyrande in horror, watching as the green gem light on her bowstring grew brighter and brighter, as if it was about to burst out in the next second.

Tyrande looked at Ron indifferently, her eyes filled with hatred and anger.

"Eric's Arrow!"

Time stands almost still in this second.

The furious emerald green arrow instantly sliced through the void, with a black trajectory that cut through the space, hitting the heart of the iridescent dragon.

Poof!

The arrow passed smoothly through the dragon's heart, and exploded in an instant when it reached the most central part of the dragon's body.

"Boom!"

The colorful dragon raised its head to the sky and wailed.

The dragon's body began to tremble uncontrollably, its massive body shaking, and iridescent blood spurted out of its mouth.

【Eric's Arrow】

[Originated from Karen's Third Dimensional War, the great hero of the elven race, Mina Eric, the son of prophecy.] 】

This is the strongest archery skill in the Elven heritage.

Before Tyrande left the main city, only three legendary elves in the entire elven clan had mastered this trick.

The arrows do not return, and the silver armor is stained with blood.

The strongest archery instantly broke through the sturdy scale armor protection and successfully took the dragon's life.

The unique colored blood poured down on Tyrande's body like rain.

The warm sensation from the iridescent dragon's blood instantly awakened Tyrande's sanity.

The blood in his eyes gradually faded, and the turquoise pupils reappeared in the world.

Look at the iridescence dragon in front of you that is not breathing.

"What the hell am I doing?"

Tyrande's legs suddenly went limp, and he fell to his knees.

"Not true. No way. It shouldn't be."

She trembled and barely bothered herself on, crawling towards the iridescent dragon's corpse.

It wasn't until she touched the scales with a wisp of residual warmth that she stopped.

Having experienced the real battlefield, she was sure that she had touched a corpse.

A breeze swept through the Moon Elf's hair, and the smell of blood in the air was also blown.

Tyrande looked up at the sky with a look of despair.

There was a blank murmur in her eyes:

"Me"

"I killed Ron?"

"I killed Tina's partner with my own hands?"

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