Don't move!

Stay put!

Drow, who didn't speak, made a tactical gesture.

If it weren't for Drow to stabilize the scene in time, I'm afraid that any wind and grass would make these 'stressed' elves blow up the camp on the spot.

But they just held their breath and stayed where they were for more than half an hour, but they didn't find or bump into any bears, goblins, kobolds, or even half-dragon elves.

"What to do? Retreat or? Still the elf Evgeny asked in a whisper.

"Do you dare?" For some kind of tacit situation, the indifferent Zhuo sneered.

Anyway, the soul is in the hands of the red dragon master, and Zhuoer, who should be the most desperate for his life, has become extremely fearless, which is really ironic.

"......" also went through countless requests for death and was rejected, and he also became fearless, and Yevgeni said in his heart that he would dare, but the soul was squeezed into a prism, and you couldn't let it!

And if she dares to give birth to a wordless thought, she doesn't know how she will be punished by this devil Drow in an unspeakable way.

But she's been through a lot these days, and she's almost used to it.

Anyway, what I could think of before this, what I couldn't think of, and the unimaginable flower work that ordinary people couldn't imagine seemed to have been played all over by Zhuoer, and she had already experienced a hundred battles in both body and soul now, and now she faintly expects this Zhuoer to bring some unexpected tricks and surprises to herself.

This experience and mental journey that is enough to blow up on ordinary people, if it is placed on David, it is estimated that [Slaanesh] can be brushed to at least three digits.

It's a pity that even if David can guess most of the time, most of them don't want to experience this extraordinary experience of non-human and non-dragon.

Most of them haven't evolved into god-level creatures yet, but they have become dragon toys that were first broken by Drow.

"We may be lucky, it's probably an empty nest." Evgeny's soul 'blew' in the prism against Drow's ear.

"Unlikely." Drow pushed the elf's face away, frowning.

Just when all the elves breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they could successfully leave this thrilling journey.

At low altitude, two sounds of breaking the air suddenly appeared one after another.

"The dragon is coming! Run, wow!! ”

I don't know which elf suddenly had a nervous breakdown and shouted.

More than 200 elven prisoners of war immediately scattered in all directions like frightened hamsters.

Even the fearless Drow and Evgeny.

After all, as long as there is a dragon coming, no matter which dragon it is, the goal set by the master for them has been achieved.

If you don't run now, wait for when.

Who can not die, who likes to die?

They are faintly finding a new realm of pleasure, but they have not lived enough, as elves, they still have six or seven hundred years to explore the new limits of happiness together.

It's just that two dragon shadows passed over their heads one after another, but none of the elves let out a dying scream, and the elves who were still broken and scattered suddenly did not rush to escape.

Because there is another possibility.

As the elves looked up.

Sure enough, it was a strong and thin two red figures.

It was their red dragon owner, David, and his newly adopted red dragon concubine.

Of course, they only dare to slander one or two in their hearts, and even their companions or girlfriends dare not use this gossip to communicate.

After all, they are all elves who have lived for hundreds of years, and who are they talking to?

On weekdays, if you have a meal together and go shopping, you can fight 800 hearts.

Now that they are all prisoners of war, God knows if they will betray them for freedom or to become a free people under the command of the dragon.

On the other side, David, who was not very happy, and Lizlit, the mother dragon with a strange and fearless face, landed on the green dragon's nest, which was built on the cliff but was now empty.

As for David's sister, he didn't follow this time:

Tanya gave her empty nest mother, Pavla, a fairy souvenir from Devensel in the New World to try.

After all, it was important to catch the dragon, and it was equally important to keep their old red dragon mother happy.

It is much better to sleep obediently at home with a snack and deter and protect their brothers and sisters in the air, than to eat and walk around and beat David by the way, right?

"It seems that within this year, I am the only dragon you can rely on."

'Busy work' has been preparing for nearly a month, but suddenly it is empty, for some reason, Lizzy Rit is inexplicably in a good mood, and even David, who is full of unhappiness under the idle teasing.

"Made, Lao Tzu just glared at the sky and moved away overnight? Are these green dragons so sensitive? As for it? ”

It was only in the middle of Davy's scolding that he suddenly remembered something:

"That's not right...... Could it be? ”

He raised his upper limbs and sniffed vigorously, and then he was stunned again, and then unbelievingly pressed Lizlit's head to his neck and said:

"There's no smell, you smell it!"

"What are you doing? I haven't even agreed......" Lizlit, who was suddenly forced to come into close contact with the dragon, instinctively struggled.

It's just that as some subtle elements are inhaled into the nasal cavity, Lizlit immediately looked confused like a cat smelling the smelly socks of the human owner, opened her mouth slightly, couldn't help twisting her buttocks, and her tail was trembling.

The expression also changed from shyness, resistance, shock, ecstasy to infatuation like an infatuated woman, and the entire upper body hung on David's body and sniffed wildly, almost licking his tongue:

"Wow! It's the smell of Pavla-sama! Let me savor it again, just for a moment! ”

"Go away!"

David pushed away the dragon that had already let go of the prevention and control with one claw like a slag dragon that had already succeeded, with a painful look on his face.

What the said was actually true:

'Come, don't move, mark you, so that you will be like your sister Tanya, and no other dragon will dare to provoke you.' ’

However, this scent marker may not be obvious to young dragons whose olfactory system is not yet fully developed.

But for those dragons who have entered the full development of youth, this mark is probably the same as the 'red name' in the legend.

Except for those who have revenge and can take revenge, most of them obediently retreated before he was close.

For the first time, David experienced how burdensome and heavy the 'love' from his mother was.

As long as he bears the mark of this legendary calamity, let alone the territory, he is now standing outside Pavla's territory, and I am afraid that there are not many dragons above the youth who dare to approach him easily.

"Damn, let's go, there's no play, it's empty."

It's better to honestly go to the New World to smuggle a batch of 'arms', and earn the first pot of gold from Longsheng first.

But just as the scolding David flicked his tail and was about to return to the territory with a group of minions, a pleasant and tempting voice came from the cave behind the empty dragon's nest:

"Oh, it's actually the son of the Crimson Calamity, and His Royal Highness Davyyutos is here, it's really a disappointment."

"Alert!"

As soon as they heard the sound of this mature dragon lure, the scales of the two red dragons, David and Lizlit, stood up at the same time and turned around sharply.

They all looked at the cave that should have been empty in disbelief, and at the same time leaned down and raised their tails and grinned their teeth, as if they were ready to fight a strong enemy.

He really didn't expect that a green dragon would actually play a reverse empty city plan with him.

In the depths of the dark and vine-covered cavern, two dark green lights like emeralds in the night slowly lit up, and its owner walked out of the cave with a graceful gait as he spoke, bowing to David with the etiquette of the dragon age, completely ignoring the red dragon Lizlit, who was already trembling a little from instinct.

It's just that before she could continue to speak, the high elves who had just climbed to the mountainside with Lao Tie on their backs didn't know who shouted:

"Mom! The green dragon is out of the nest! Run, wow!! ”

The elven prisoners of war who had long been given a PTSD by the green dragon were once again like frightened hamsters.

Scattered in a hurry.