"It's not a question of whether you need to chase it, it's a question of whether you dare to chase it, do you dare? I'm definitely not going to stop it. ”

The court mage Menek Fury did not retain any face because of the other party's status as a god, and his face was full of playful rhetorical questions.

If you really want to take the initiative to pursue it, you have already chased it, just like the stupid students who chased into the water elemental plane together more than thirty years ago and were almost cooked by the group.

Asking this sentence is just to save the face of a young red dragon as a result of the five legends who came out.

"You" asked the elven forest god Bradimir's wonderful face, which can be imagined.

The moon elf is such a virtue, no matter what happens, throw off the responsibility first.

At most, he Menek Fury came to the Old World to retrieve the ruins of his homeland, and by the way, he was looking for some lost wreckage and technology, so he was not obliged to get used to these guys who were usually arrogant and domineering because of their status as gods.

It's just a beggar version of the legend who was fed by the gods in a good mood, and it's really a real talent, these little guys who are not old but lucky enough, except for Leopold, the god of wandering, and Elia, the chosen one, in his opinion, the future may not necessarily have some of his own students to go far.

After all, although you can be valued by the gods, most of them are not lacking in talent, but sometimes you take steps too fast, and you don't take them down to earth, which is not necessarily a good thing, such as the arrogance of a dragon.

In the end, it was the Moon Elf God Chosen Aria who put a stop to this useless dispute in time:

"Okay, there's no need to continue arguing about this issue, the coordinates on the opposite side of the portal are near the Dark Mountain Range, most of them are looking for his group of dependents, and the dragons who are not yet adults are not to be afraid, but at this time, they boldly gather in the Dark Mountain Range's Bafeng Mountain Fortress to continue to stimulate the nerves of those dwarves, I am afraid that it is not far from the outbreak of the second Scannes full-scale war, and we are not yet ready for this kind of war."

In other words, the elven gods were not prepared for this kind of war with the dwarven gods.

The forest god wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Arya with a look in his eyes:

"Bradimir, I know that you are not afraid of war, and I have never doubted your loyalty and bravery to the Moon Elves, but you must be aware of the current situation, that is, the situation of our Moon Elves is in jeopardy.

"The Spider God Queen has been promoted to a higher level of divine power through the previous divine war, and the conspiracy of the Drow against us in the Dark Regions is surging in the dark tide, and the dragons have gathered in the main material plane of Torel under the will of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, vowing to reclaim the homeland they once dominated.

"Once the island of eternal gathering falls, we moon elves will be reduced to homeless outcasts, so we must lay a new home for our race before this worst happens, the new world of Glanyare has been reduced to the cake that the gods of the pan-feron god system have decided to share, and the relics of the more distant kingdom of gods in the west are already full of orcs, and all we can fight for is our former homeland, Scanis."

As a true 'Scanise elf', Menek Fury smiled when he heard 'where we used to be', but he didn't bother to argue about anything.

But Bradimir, who heard this terrible prophecy for the first time, was shocked:

"The fall of Yongju Island? How is this possible! Don't we still have the Dragonmania Lock? How dare those dragons? ”

Alia looked at her colleagues around her, who also seemed to be a little unclear about the current situation, and in order to make them 'calm' in the future, she thought about it and revealed some information she had:

"The most critical trigger component of the Dragon's Maze Rope, Slayer King, has been hit by the five-colored dragon half a year ago."

"There's 'Skyland'!" It's not just Bradimir this time.

Even Menek Fury, who didn't speak on the side, felt a little incredible when he first heard about it.

He and his students have done more than one project about the exploration of the 'Celestial Domain', but that vast space has nothing, the most important thing is distance, unless you can get your hands on the magic ships of Netheril, and want to set foot in that realm and even touch the Slayer Star, it is completely fantastical.

It is said that a floating city of Netherel in the Great Desert of Narelok has returned, but I wonder if it has anything to do with it?

Aria didn't explain more, but reassured the elves:

"We should be glad that it is the red dragon of Davy Yutos who has returned from this teleportation, not the descendant of the desire demon of Christos, since the location of this teleportation array has been ascertained, it is good to dismantle it, from today on, here, there is no need to garrison it, and we don't have to worry about the revenge of the legendary red dragon from Christos, and fight against the drow elves in the dark region on two fronts, at least, before the completion of the great migration of our moon elves from the entire Torel plane."

"But the young red dragon" forest god still seems to be jealous of Davyutos's previous performance.

A red dragon that had not yet set foot in the realm of legends was able to inflict such heavy losses on their high elves, and even retreated from under the noses of several of them, it would be a shame if it was spread.

"I know what you're worried about, no doubt this is the second Crimson Calamity that hasn't grown up yet, and when it reaches adulthood and becomes a legend, it will be a scorching blade hanging over our heads as a gathering point of Scanius and the Moon Elves.

"But at this moment, he's still underage after all, isn't he? Compared to Christos's real mobile calamity, his threat is still relatively manageable for now, and with twelve years to go, as long as we keep an eye on him at Scanius for twelve years, and when the Golden World Tree seed takes root again, he will no longer be a threat. Moonbow voter Elia was sure.

"Isn't it a threat anymore?" Hearing this, the court mage Menek Fury looked at the eight-peaked mountain in the east that seemed to reach straight into the sky, and he always felt that these words were familiar.

By the way, fifty years ago, during the Dragon Dung War, when the Phavra was born, they burned their High Elves to the fleet that Drow was fighting on the seashore, and the Elven King Eleandor said the same thing.

What a sorrow.

It's like a cycle of fate.

"Or jump ship to the Duke of the Silver Wheel, Milli Brother." The melancholy Menek Fury couldn't help muttering to himself, the forest god who had not gone far on his front foot almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to say to His Highness Elia:

Look at this High Elf, he's openly and deliberately rebelling!

But it was clear that the High Elves, who had excellent hearing, had their pointed ears cocked, and they didn't hear it.

After all, this old elf who can serve for three generations of elf kings without failing, is not well-known and unreliable.

It wouldn't be strange if you jumped on the dragon's side one day.

But for the moon elves who are now embattled, in order to retake the Scannis continent, as long as it is not an imminent threat, it can be tolerated and used.

Dark Mountains, at the foot of the Eight Peaks.

Almost as soon as Davy stepped out of the portal with his front foot, a blood mist suddenly erupted from the crack in the neck of his back foot, and then viscous and eerie green plasma rushed out.

"Brother David!" Tania, who was originally treating the injuries of Alphonse, an unlucky egg who was shot close to the heart socket and lung cavity, left the serious injury number on the spot, and was in a hurry to give her red dragon brother [treatment of serious injuries].

But David raised his tail to stop him, and while signaling the dragons to retreat, his eyes stared at the still rippling portal, until this [Festantilus's portal] gradually disappeared, and then completely relaxed.

He didn't expect this group of high-level elves to be so cautious, a legend dared to go to the water elemental plane with him without it, but now he doesn't follow him.

Originally, he was ready to directly destroy and detonate these legends as long as they dared to drill the portal.

It also lets the elves know that not any portal can be drilled at will.

And under the dual effect of David's 28-strong physique and the [Regeneration Stone], David's neck wound had not yet had time to heal, but it had already begun to stop bleeding automatically, and flesh buds appeared, which began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This exaggerated healing power made David feel that something was wrong at this time, and he used his claws to cut through the blood scab that had just formed, and let the blood with a trace of weird green gush out again:

"Made, it's okay for the two legends to bully me together, and there is still poison on the blade?"

[Fury]

This once again refreshed his perception of the High Elves.

claims to be high-level, but what can be done is really worse than one another.

"I'll make you an antidote."

Tania, who had studied alchemy and potions with Dragon Daddy Artilisia for several years, hurriedly took out the dragon workbench from the [Portable Cave], but was stopped by David again, and then said in the pitiful gaze of the black dragon sister Viola:

"Leave me alone, this toxin will be inactivated by soaking in a magma bath, you can stabilize Alphons's injuries first."

"Huh? But your chest" Seeing that her red dragon brother was still full of energy, Tanya was relieved, but her eyes were still staring at the arrow on David's chest, which was not much smaller than the siege crossbow arrow.

“.” Only then did David realize that he had been hit by an arrow in the chest, and at the same time, he remembered the muffled thud in his chest before the High Elf Ranger slashed at him.

This arrow shot at a very tricky angle, if it weren't for the Nirvana Clock and the Book of Dragons nested in the heart of the silver-scaled breastplate, otherwise with the power of this legendary arrow, I am afraid that he would be able to turn him into a second Smaug on the spot.

Immediately, I couldn't help but secretly congratulate myself on choosing a durable equipment, and honestly took the silver scale breastplate specially made for them by Dragon Father Artilisia.

At his current stage, as long as he can stand, he will continue to have high output, but what is needed is some battlefield margin tolerance, especially when the opponent is a group that may go to extremes at any time, and has always suppressed the infamous drow elves in the dark region for thousands of years.

Just as the tip of David's tail was wrapped around the tip of his tail and an arrow made of unknown material with exquisite magical runes carved on it, about to pull it off the wheel of the Nirvana Clock, the dark mountains behind him suddenly heard the low sound of a horn.

The dragons, including David, looked back in unison and were shocked to see that in the rolling dark mountains, there were actually several fortresses that towered majestically among the mountains.

They are made of hard stone and shining iron, each side is embedded with arrows and trebuchets, and the tall walls surround the fortress, each stone seems to tell the story of past battles and glory, and the wounds and cracks in the walls are like the marks of a long history here.

At the same time, David's narrowed pupils saw the creature hidden behind the female wall of the fortress.

Dwarf.

The dwarves on patrol noticed the arrival of their group of 'visitors' and sounded the horn of the fortification.

So rows of dwarfs in worn armor poured out of the stone gates of the city like fellow army ants, and deployed to the 'Great Wall' that stretched on the ridge outside the castle.

David immediately smacked his lips in realization, and looked like the portal had opened a little deeper.

Drive straight to the Eight Peaks Fortress of these Scanise dwarves.

Maybe it's the ancient battlefield where the Battle of the Five Armies broke out thousands of years ago.

Dwarves are immortals like the High Elves.

The roar of the dragon with breath was still in the ears, how could it not attract the vigilance of the dwarves.

"Five-colored evil dragons, leave our fortress and territory of Eight Peaks Mountain quickly, otherwise, we can consider this an unexpected declaration of war."

Although these dwarves were caught off guard, they may not be fully equipped, and some of them even had a hangover blush on their faces, but there was not much flinching in their eyes.

As he spoke, the dwarves in the back row controlled the crossbows and catapults on the city walls, ready to fire at any time.

The dwarves in the front row raised their hammers and axes one after another, and struck them against their shields with great force, making a sonorous and powerful sound, and for a time the sound was surging, like a frenzy that swept through half of the fortress, and the momentum was not small.

This posture suddenly forced Viola, who was already seriously injured, into a state of stress, and fell to the ground on her forelimbs like a big cat that had been threatened and provoked, her tail swatting back and forth and slapping the ground, and she opened her wings and let out a low growl.

But what they didn't expect was that in the face of this kind of sabre-rattling scene that could go off at any time, David, who was also not lightly injured, spread his wings and rose into the air and stood in the air.

The crimson wings flapped slowly, and the [Blood Scale Fury] that had not yet dissipated and the injuries on his body made his blood and qi even thicker, and the dragon blood, which was as thin as a hair, roamed the scales of his body like his own vitality, like a blood-shining battle suit, half arrogant and half solemn:

"Didn't you see that we just fought with those long-eared people, and we urgently need a place to rest?

"There is a proverb that the enemy of the enemy is the friend, and this is how you Scannis dwarves treat friends from afar? Well?

"Have your Ironclad Lord come to me."

The dwarves at the head were originally a little unhappy with David's tough and rude attitude, but when he saw the elven arrow feather on David's chest that had not been pulled off and even the magic inscription belonging to the god of the moon elves on it, his pupils shrank, and then he patted his chest and bowed his head in disbelief from all the dwarves:

"Son of Crimson Calamity, His Highness Davyyutos, Burning Steel Dragon, please wait a moment!

"I'm going to return to our Iron Fortress Lord."

For a while, the dragons were also confused by the attitude of these dwarves.

Before, he looked like he couldn't avoid them and wanted to drive them away from the door quickly.

Why do you recognize your Highness again?

(End of chapter)