The egg, which was somewhere between a bird and a snake, was left in the courtyard and kept by Osecus.

The young man who was busy with trivial matters had no opinion on this, and never did, as long as it was the word of the Lord, he always took it to heart.

And it's just an egg, and he doesn't even know when it will hatch, as long as Osaiku doesn't open the outer black veil, puts the box with the egg in the house, and checks it several times a day.

The matter was not given to the more appropriate Ulorius because he had returned to the War Legion and was about to assist Medici in the next battle.

Mythical creatures mostly act on instinct, and unlike human nature, the "bestiality" prevails, and even if the corresponding complete potion is completed, it will still be affected by the temperament brought about by extraordinary factors.

Medici's "intelligence" is sufficient, and it can even be said that on the battlefield, no one can have more brains than him, even if he has not learned the art of war or tactics, purely based on the instincts derived from war, it is deeply imprinted in the mind of the flame giant, making Medici a qualified enough "conspirator".

But as a leader who can be called "wise and brave", Medici's "bravery" often means that he will even put his own life at risk for the sake of victory in battle.

Therefore, Ulorius was in the war legion, and it was just the right counterweight for Medici, and Ulorius's personality and instinct for divination would restrain Medici's rashness in disguise, forcing him to use his mind more than his fists.

At more critical times, Ulorius's inconspicuous abilities come in handy – when the scales of war are deadlocked, just to let luck push the tide.

Medici's recuperation time is only three days, on the one hand, his recovery ability is strong, and after repeated checks, Saslir has confirmed that Medici's condition has been completely stabilized, and on the other hand, the next attack time is just around the corner.

In three days, Medici and Ulorius's war legion will follow Sasriel and Dazhborg again.

There were members of the team who were responsible for arranging the "opening the door" ceremony, and getting there was never a problem for the War Corps.

This is also the plan that Darriborg has long negotiated with Saslier, although the first battle is long, but it is mainly based on exploration while walking, and trying to protect itself is the first priority.

This would also give the mission led by Hermes enough time to negotiate, at least let the giants make an oath to guarantee their neutrality in the short term, and as far as the results are concerned, everything is very satisfactory to Dariberg.

The giants did not have much to do with the dragons, who built their own towns on the vast plains, while the dragons had long been entrenched in the mountains and skies, and the "city of miracles" Livishid was their true stronghold.

It was a deliberate show of weakness to the dragon clan, and the main purpose was to train the troops, at the cost of real bloodshed, so that the still immature war legion could be more closely united.

Darzyberg knew Medici's eagerness for promotion and was willing to give Medici the opportunity to advance during the war. An army that wants to show its edge can only sharpen its mind and backbone by surviving the tempering of blood and fire and experiencing beatings again and again in battle.

Even though he knew that the army was originally just an ordinary human extraordinary, and would constantly face the shadow of death, he did not hesitate.

Any kind of growth comes at a cost.

If humanity wants to be saved for a long time, it is up to them to draw their own swords.

And the purpose of Darriberg and Saslil, the ultimate goal of all this, is in the floating dragon city.

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The "City of Miracles" Livihid is a palace born out of utopia, a city vast enough to accommodate hundreds of dragons to roam freely.

Its grandeur, unmatched by any other race town, can only be admired in its magnificent shadow on the ground, its gray-white foundations hanging high in the sky, and everything that dwells on the earth prostrates below, falling into the shadows it casts.

A dark cloud that heralded heavy rain was blown by the wind and slowly moved close to the ground, blending into the shadows below Levishid.

The city of the sky, with its creator and its occupants, overlooks all the lowly, weak beings below, and declares its unique authority over the sky—the pride of being a dragon, the most contemptuous disdain for all creatures without wings and power.

The dragons are gifted with a strong enough body, they are born with a strong body and special extraordinary powers, so they have the pride to become the king of the sky.

The "City of Miracles" does not allow others to set foot on, and does not allow ants to desecrate.

To this day, this iron rule has been broken - someone appears nearby, and it can be easily judged by the appearance that it is a human in a simple white robe.

A distance of a few hundred meters is already close to space for Leviheed.

A halo of golden light lit up, a curtain of shadows that hid the eyes fluttered and spread, and the illusory circular shadow unfolded as each symbol emerged, and finally passed through twelve squares and reached consummation.

Compared to the range of light and shadow, and the sense of awe-inspiring it emanated, the figure in it seemed small at first glance, let alone compared to the city of Livihid itself.

For the dragon's sheer size, the figure was no bigger than the tip of a claw.

At the moment when Dariborg put away the "hidden" blessing and revealed himself directly, a landslide-like roar came from the depths of Liweixid, and the entire floating city trembled with it.

Humans ascend to the skies of the dragons, and this is a blunt and contemptuous provocation.

More roars rang out one after another, many of them full of menacing extraordinary abilities, and the roars converged into a wave of sound, shaking the earth and ridges far below.

The inhabitants of this place did not think anything but anger, and no dragon would think that such a worm from the ground would bring the end of Livixid's fall.

They spread their wings and flew towards the tiny figure with another roar from the depths of the palace.

This is not even a defense of air supremacy, the enemies faced by the dragons could have been crushed with a single stampede-

In the shadow of the "City of Miracles", a thick cloud as thick as splashing ink trembled, and then was torn to pieces by the surprise attack from the bottom up, revealing the four war legions distributed in a diamond-shaped shape below.

The squad in front was the most neat and the most numerous, they were clad in pure black armor, and the whole squad was filled with crackling sparks, which seemed to be detonated at any time, but this squad didn't care, but instead exuded an anxious battle intent from the inside out.

Each of them held a blazing white flame in their hands, condensed in the shape of a spear.

The tentacles of the flame spawned from the front of the group, and at Medici's shouting, they ignited tiny flames between the ranks and erupted into a violent wave of heat.

The blazing white spears were scorched by the heat wave, turning into a more condensed blue-purple color, and everyone did not hesitate to throw out what they were holding in their hands.

A rain of arrows of flaming spears flew from the bottom up!

The left flank team was led by a gray-haired middle-aged man with piercing black eyes, who kept looking around, and the moment he saw the flames generated, the order had been conveyed to the middle-aged man through the psychic communication within the "War Legion".

He raised his right hand in the air.

The ability of the "Frenzy Mage" quickly superimposed on the flame spear that had just broken out of formation, something he had already done countless times in the previous months, and he was already extremely proficient.

After "amplification", the power of the flame lance was increased to the extreme. "Distort" so that the damage dealt by the flames can leave more lethal wounds, enough to penetrate the dragon's skin defenses.

And most importantly, "Chaos" - the flaming spear that had just flown out of the ground and not far away, in an instant, was already hanging high in the air.

They clinged to the huge bodies of those dragons, especially the wings, and detonated themselves the moment they touched a foreign object!

Several smaller, fragile dragons were the targets of the attack, allowing gravity to drag their heavy bodies to the ground as they wailed in the flames and flaped their wings in horror.

Such an attack attracted the attention of the dragons, causing an enraged roar, and several dragons flew out of the dragons' obscuring ranks, and pounced on the ground.

They didn't even need to fall to the ground, and by the time their shadows approached the team, which numbered only a few hundred, the attack had already fallen downward.

Frost poured out, ice picks large enough to pierce people into the ground, and faster than the ice picks fell were lightning released from a gray-blue dragon.

On the right flank of the War Legion, a young man with a scratch on his cheek fearlessly raised the long sword in his hand towards the thunder and lightning: "This place is mysteriously weakened!" Augmented Reality! ”

A lady not far from him let out an impatient smack from under her black armor.

Invisible filaments had long since extended from her body, spreading among the ranks on the right flank.

When the thunder and lightning were attracted, those transparent filaments showed signs because of the impact, and black flames quickly burned on them, and in the continuous "crackling" sounds, the thunder and lightning that had been weakened by extraordinary power were counterbalanced with the black flames.

And Medici looked up at the falling ice picks, and his smile was a hint of evil: "It seems that the dragon clan is like this, and large size does not mean that they have long brains." ”

The "weather warlock" in Sequence 2 already has extraordinary abilities in the field of frost.

The team at the back is the most sparsely populated, and the outfits don't fit in with the other three.

Leading the way was a woman who wore a black robe instead of armor, with a string of gems encrusted at the end.

Hearing the command from her psychic communication, she immediately raised her hands towards the front of the line, palms closed and torn to the sides.

The moment the spiritual gate opened, and Medici leaped in, all the members heard His instructions in the Psychic Communication:

"Bow down!"

The ladies in the right-wing ranks snorted and whispered while lowering their gaze: "Bow your head, bow your head, what bow your head ......"