"Me"

"I killed Ron?"

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

She didn't know why she was like this, why she killed this friend that Tina talked about every day.

Facing the upheaval above.

The amethyst dragon, who was lying at the bottom of the canyon with mixed flesh and blood, and was about to be buried by the yellow sand, burst into ecstasy on his face.

"Good death! It's good to die! ”

"Well done Tyrande, well done!"

"What an iridescent dragon, what a legendary dragon species, it's just a talking corpse!"

The amethyst dragon Timira seemed to be crazy, and burst into an endless stream of scolding at the iridescent dragon corpse above that he had never felt before.

Under the appearance of solemnity and elegance, the soul is not necessarily nobler.

Unfortunately, his throat was broken by Ron's punch, otherwise Timira the Amethyst Dragon would have even been ready to sing a song to celebrate the day.

And when his excited roars reached the top, they were more like faint puppy whimpers.

"The Jewel Dragon God is above, is today my lucky day?"

The Amethyst Dragon manipulated the power of the mind, slowly forcing its bones that had been shattered into slag to pieces.

The pain was severe enough to kill a human being, but Timira, the amethyst dragon, didn't let out any screams as if she was used to it.

He ignored the pain, didn't blink his eyes, and skillfully performed a bone lap surgery on himself like a marionette.

Click! Click!

The sound of tooth-aching bones echoing through the canyon floor, and the hiss of minced flesh sprouting again mingled with a terrifying connotation.

The Amethyst Dragon's injuries are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye!

While repairing your body.

The Amethyst Dragon raised its head and looked at the fresh colorful dragon corpse above.

"Goo."

He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, tears of sadness unconsciously flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Recalling the glint on Ron's scales at that time, a bold thought arose in Timira's mind:

"Perhaps. Just swallow his corpse. ”

"Perhaps, the curse that haunts me will be counteracted by that wonderful magic immunity."

At the thought that the problems that had plagued her for ten years might be solved by accident, Timira couldn't help but get excited.

"It must be the jewel dragon god who is protecting me, he must be a gift that he can't bear to see me die, and he deliberately sent it."

Come to think of it.

The amethyst dragon Timira's gaze at the corpse began to become reverent and solemn.

This is a blessing from the dragon god, and he can't be treated as ordinary food!

"Thanks to the great dragon god for his blessings, I, Timira, will surely offer it for eternity"

The Amethyst Dragon muttered a prayer as it repaired its body.

Unfortunately, he was only halfway through the prayer when he was interrupted by a familiar figure.

"Yo, what are you doing here?"

Timira looked up stupidly.

Colorful dragon scales, three sharp blade protrusions at the tip of the tail, crown-like dragon horns, and the iconic nine-colored dragon pupils

The iridescent dragon in front of him, who was touching his chin and smiling, who else could it be if it wasn't Ron?

"No way, aren't you dead!"

Timira screamed and retreated in a frenzy.

It's a pity that he didn't make any sounds or movements.

Golden chains slowly revealed in the air, slowly binding him up.

【Nine Rings Magic: Luo Ge Xianni's Bondage Necklace】

Although I don't know why the god of magic of the iridescent dragon has to give this nine-ring confinement magic a strange name like a bondage necklace.

But Ron has always been a pragmatist, and he doesn't care what the name is, as long as it's easy to use.

Before he knew it, the amethyst dragon had been manipulated by Ron to bind his entire dragon in place.

The mouth cannot speak, the body cannot walk, and the whole body cannot move.

This is the current state of the Amethyst Dragon.

Ron smiled and tapped on the amethyst dragon's newly formed skull:

"The next scene is not yet your appearance, so you can stay down there honestly."

The great director Ron didn't allow any stains on his first performance.

The Amethyst Dragon looked at the iridescent dragon that had come back from the dead in front of him with fearful eyes.

He tried to turn his eyes upwards, only to see that the body was still there.

"Impossible! The blood, the corpse, is so real that I can't be mistaken! ”

"How the hell did you do that?"

Timira tried to roar and question the dragon in front of her.

It's a pity that under the shackles of the magic of the Nine Rings, only the sound of "woo" is left in those dragon languages.

Ron tapped his skull and said with a smile:

"I'm quite anxious, I can't see that I'm still a guy who loves to perform."

"You'll just wait here for a while, and soon it'll be time for you to play."

"Remember, don't steal the show, and don't add drama to yourself."

In the next moment, Ron's figure vanished in front of Timira like a ghost.

The Amethyst Dragon's eyes widened, and he looked in disbelief at the direction in which the phantom had disappeared.

"There are no spatial fluctuations, and there is no sign of movement in the wind around him, how the hell did he disappear?"

——————————

At this time, above the canyon.

Next to Ron's "corpse".

"I killed Ron."

Tyrande collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Faced with the scene in front of her, she could no longer control her trembling legs.

"What the hell am I doing!"

"What to do, what to do, how do I face Tina."

Thinking of the sunny golden dragon girl who resembled her granddaughter, and the expression on her face when she saw this scene

"Ah——!h

The Moon Elves clasped their hands and let out a wail of pain.

With this heart-rending cry.

The glow of the green gem that had been shining on Tyrande's body began to become extremely unstable.

They are like dying fireflies, flickering on and off.

This is a very red flag!

Tyrande was questioning his own power.

She was questioning why she had these things.

For a moment, it occurred to her that:

"Without these forces. What happens when you're an ordinary human being? ”

"Maybe then I won't have to go through the pain of family separation"

"Perhaps, these forces are the source of evil"

With this thought, the surrounding natural elements began to riot.

Idealism

It is the most important support point for the extraordinary power of the astral plane!

A mage accumulates magic by meditating and contemplating, a warrior builds a strong body with a strong will, and a poet can improve himself by constantly writing and creating.

Painting, philosophy, music, travel.

These are all ways to improve mental strength.

When you practice day after day through these methods, you will gain power beyond mortals.

And while gaining extraordinary powers, they will also slowly increase the power of the "heart" in your body.

But when a mage no longer trusts magic and magic, when a warrior begins to question his sword, when an archer is afraid to shoot.

Well, that means.

They are rejecting their power!

And because of this, the power will also leave her body because of this terrible will.

Just like the mayor and captain of the guard in Windmill Town.

Although the two didn't say anything on the surface, they were actually deeply trapped in the past and couldn't extricate themselves.

Its external manifestation is that the two genius teenagers finally disappeared from the public.

Marshall, who reached the Great Magician at the age of 17.

After that, he never took a step in the field of magic in his life.

equally

Luke, who reached the Golden Rank swordsman at the age of 17

It has stayed at this level forever, until now.

When you begin to wonder if you should, or if you are qualified to master the supernatural powers.

The supernatural power will also disappear with the doubts of your heart.

In this life, people may give up a lot of things, a lot of people.

But the most terrible thing is to give up on yourself.

At this time, Tyrande was on the verge of collapse.

It's not how deep or important she is about Ron.

It's just a simple addition of the past and the present.

The failed battle of the World Tree, the death of a child, the death of a partner, the disappearance of a granddaughter

Tyrande, who was already under pressure, was almost out of breath.

And Ron and Tina happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

Countless points of natural magic were spilling out of Tyrande's body and flying into the air.

"Ho-"

"Ho-"

"Ho-"

Tyrande grabbed his throat and grew his mouth to try to breathe.

But the feeling of drowning still surrounds his body.

She felt like she was out of breath.

A writhing, large, circular emerald green light slowly poked out of her body.

That's the source of her magic.

It is the foundation of her strength.

This thing is an unspeakable existence that cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.

Even the gods find it difficult to perceive the questioning of a person's "heart——— which is how it should be.

But with the blessing of the power of the guardian rune in Ron's body, he was able to see this amazing scene!

"This thing"

Ron frowned, watching the ball of light slowly fly out of Tyrande's body.

Seeing that the huge legendary magic in Tyrande's body was about to fly away.

A dragon's claw wrapped in emerald guardian light suddenly stretched out, grabbing it in his hand with lightning speed.

"I didn't expect me to be so important to you, Lady Tyrande."

A standard dragon accent elven comes out behind Tyrande (true dragons don't like to speak elven language, because of the discomfort of blood).

"I'm really flattered by this~"

Before Tyrande could react to who was speaking.

"Then in return."

"Smack!"

The emerald dragon claw that grabbed the source of mana slammed it directly down the back where the source of mana was connected to Tyrande, and slapped it in.

Tyrande only felt that the feeling of drowning suddenly disappeared, and turned into a feeling of soaking in a hot spring.

The power is all back!

But then

The huge dragon claw wrapped in the power of protection did not hesitate, but continued to fall, slamming into the white and weak back of the moon elf.

"Poof!"

Perhaps Ron was pushing too hard, and Tyrande was hit directly by the huge impact and squirted a mouthful of blood.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength~"

Ron smiled and looked at Tyrande, who was constantly coughing up blood, without the slightest embarrassment on his face.

Black blood spurted from the Moon Elf's mouth and nose, slowly spreading across the earth like oil.

Tyrande coughed and looked down.

Look at the dull black blood on the ground.

This should also contain the depression that has been accumulated in Tyrande's heart for many years.

After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Tyrande felt much more comfortable.

However, Tyrande ignored the chores, and quickly turned his head to look at Ron's position.

The familiar iridescent dragon, the real dragon that had been pierced through her heart, stood in front of her alive and intact.

"You"

Tyrande froze in place,

She looked back at the corpse behind her, and then at the real dragon in front of her.

A sense of absurdity of the confusion of reality suddenly hit my heart.

"What the hell are you?"

She looked at Ron, the corners of her mouth opening up and down without making a sound.

Ron raised a dragon finger and shook it twice, speaking like a gentleman:

"As the price for attacking me, it's not a loss for you to take this blow."

"If it weren't for the fact that you still have a good relationship, if it weren't for the fact that you have a good relationship with Tina, the sin of attacking the real dragon would not be as simple as a slap."

"So, why aren't we?"

Before Ron could finish his sentence.

Tyrande suddenly got up and sprinted to Ron.

Ron stopped speaking, waiting for her to make further moves.

She reached out with a trembling hand, and slowly landed on the multicolored scale armor on Ron's chest.

That's where the heart is.

Feel the sound of your heart beating.

Tyrande finally couldn't help it, she covered her mouth with one hand, and shouted with tears in her eyes:

"It's true, you're really not dead?"

"Of course, if it's fake."

Ron raised an eyebrow.

Looking at the moon elf whose right hand was still on his scale armor, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, and he teased:

"I know I'm very charismatic, but aren't you a little too bold this Moon Elf lady?"

"Sneak attack and touch dragon scales in broad daylight is not the etiquette that the elves should have."

"How did you do that?"

Tyrande didn't answer Ron's teasing, but desperately asked about the other party's resurrection.

"I mean that."

"You're sure I'm dead, but now."

Tyrande pointed to the corpse not far away, and said with some confusion.

This moon elf, who has always been elegant and insipid, was already in chaos at the moment, his mind was buzzing, and he had completely lost his usual calm.

In normal times, she probably guessed the clue a long time ago.

"Oh, that's what you say?"

Ron stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and said with a smile:

"It's just a simple mirror magic, and my little research in the royal capital at the beginning is not enough to worry about."

He said this, but the corners of his mouth were almost crooked to the sky.

The dragon king's smile .jpg

Obviously, Ron was proud that his improved mirror magic could fool a high-level legendary moon elf.

This is something that God can't necessarily do.

This is thanks to the moment when "willingly" was used as experimental material.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Ron to study the [Entity Mirroring], a branch of mirror magic, out of thin air.

"Smack!"

Ron's snap of fingers fell.

Iridescent dragon corpses, colorful blood, large pits smashed from the ground, and blood-stained stones.

In Tyrande's incredulous gaze.

All the surrounding existence of the dragon's corpse disappeared without a trace like an illusory soap bubble.

It's like that

The moon in the water, the flower in the mirror.

Always out of reach.

Only this yellow desert was left in place, and it was clean.

Oh, I almost forgot.

The huge canyon crack not far away was also real, and there was an amethyst dragon bound by tortoiseshell underneath.

"Bang Bang!"

Ron clapped his hands, trying to divert Tyrande's blank gaze.

"Alright, don't stand stupid, it's time for the curtain call on this Dragonfall show, and we're going to move on to the next scene."

Facing the moon elves who were still standing in place in a daze.

Ron "reluctantly" reached out a finger and pushed her ass from behind, driving her towards the house where Tina was sleeping.

No way, the size gap is too big.

Although Tyrande is more than 1.8 meters tall, his body shape is also the kind of Fengyun.

But in the face of Ron's thick dragon claws, she looks quite petite, and even her body is not as thick as 1/4 of Ron's little finger.

"Hurry up, it's a transition, there's no lunch box when it's late."

Tyrande felt the rear.

It was a strange touch she had never felt before.

Listening to the rustle of the dragon scales pushing the silver armor, the Moon Elf lady finally came back to her senses.

She exclaimed in surprise and shouted in a panic:

"Don't! Don't push me, I can walk on my own. (End of chapter)