The most special winter feast in the human world has finally come to an end, just like David's dragon's breath fireworks will always burn out at a moment.

It's a pity that David, who has just recovered, finds that his ambition of another big brawl has failed.

It's not that Nymphadora has the worldly shame of human beings, it's purely that the estrus period has passed.

And unlike humans: humans do not have estrus, but have evolved into a perverted species that is in estrus every day of the year, 365 days a year.

It's hard to get together the estrus period of the five-colored dragon again.

David lamented this, but he didn't force it.

Although it can be guided slowly, it will not be good if it happens to be bumped in by the three dragon children, and David still has to be old-fashioned.

Without the drive of desire, he is naturally as holy as a Buddha, and returns to the main topic of his trip.

After listening to David's question about the High Elves' intervention in the battlefield, Nymphadora did not rush to answer, but snuggled up to David's side with his body, which was now smaller than David.

It was like two big cats huddled together to keep warm, holding their paws, narrowing their pupils slightly and asking:

"I remember you told me that you and Lord Artilisia were thieves when they carved teleportation arrays on items in order to get the Centennial Incense Seeds?"

"Not really." When I remembered the ridiculous things I did with my dragon father when I was a young dragon, my face couldn't help but show laugh lines of reminiscence.

It turns out that it has been so many years since I came to this world. ’

I just still don't quite understand what this has to do with dealing with the endless attacks of the High Elves.

Seeing that Nymphadora also smiled with some 'ill will' and said, "I think we can make a 'Centennial Fragrance Seed'." ”

"Oh?" David's eyes, who finally understood Nimphadora's intentions, lit up.

yes, what these High Elves are doing now is not much different from that of thieves.

Especially due to the volcanic ash disaster caused by the dragon mother Pavla, even if the climate has long since returned to normal, the desire for food has made the races, including the High Elves, deeply rooted.

In addition, there are magical items such as [Portable Caves], so the most likely thing for these elves to do under the looting is not to burn them on the spot, but to find a way to transfer these battlefield materials.

And this kind of thing is not uncommon, placed next door to the Blue Star, all kinds of weapons to aid Xiaomao have been sent to the black market in the Middle East.

It's all business, anyway.

Especially for the High Elves who are fighting positional battles in the siege of the Eight Peaks Mountain Fortress in Scanis, the Old World.

These things are in desperate need.

Where is there to destroy it?

But then he said with some regret:

"But this tactic can only be used once." It is difficult to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

Because if this tactic is revealed once, the High Elves will immediately become alert and make two choices:

Or they were simply forced to abandon the looted war materials.

Either increase the caster's inspection and screening of looted materials.

And with the nature of the High Elves, it is more likely that they will be implemented at the same time, that is, selectively abandon the part and screen the high-value materials.

"Once, that's enough, they, but the High Elves, especially the current leader, is the Elven Queen Alassia from the island of Torrell Yongju."

"What's the point?" David suddenly found that compared with Nymphadora, the green dragon who was the natural enemy of the elves, he still didn't know so much about the contradictory creatures of the elves.

"Have you ever heard of the Harpist?" Nymphadora asked.

"Harpist? Old friends. David was overjoyed.

David had heard that the 'Hellfort' in the Great Desert of Torrell Analok had now been closed for at least a dozen.

is still coming in groups one after another, just like a gourd baby saving grandpa.

They are also known as 'Pheren's most nosy'.

It is undeniable that most of these guys can be regarded as 'good people' in the eyes of intelligent creatures, but the composition of these guys is extremely complex:

There are humans, half-elves, elves, some halflings, dwarves and even forest fairies and centaurs, and even a lot of bronze dragons of the 'sea police' along the coastal sword bay.

But after all, it is the elves who make up the vast majority, which also leads to the fact that these guys tend to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and they are too 'black and white'.

So much so that over time, it became 'notorious' in the eyes of many forces.

It's like a group of pervasive cockroaches, taking care of everything, and stirring up everything that doesn't please the eye.

So much so that sometimes they destroy a regional order no less than their sworn enemy, the Santarin.

Nymphadora also smiled: "It's easy to understand that the group we are meeting now is the evolutionary branch of the harpists in Ellaria, but they are secretly funded by the elven queen Alaskia, named - Dark Lyre, which means guarding hope by the abyss. ”

The smile on David's face also became more and more evil:

"In other words, we just need to catch more at a time."

Nemphadora's tail slowly wrapped up:

"The rest, they will fall into their own net."

"If you don't save them, you are betraying the purpose of their camp."

Immediately, the smile became like a poisonous flower:

"That's the limit of the chaotic good camp."

Nymphadora's words suddenly woke up the dragon in his dream.

David suddenly couldn't stop laughing to the sky, and then couldn't help but ride on the back of the female dragon who wanted to refuse and welcome.

It didn't take long for the dragon's nest to resound with the sound of 'young dragons are not suitable'.

"Phew! Let's go. It's not interesting." Outside the dragon's nest, Shatilesa, who was lying in the corner of the listening wall, suddenly turned red in her ears, and immediately flicked her tail to drive away her sisters who were full of curiosity.

Just as they were about to disperse secretly, they heard a cry from 'aunt' Tanya in the distance:

"Why! Fireworks when I'm not there! I finally got back from Montero and there was nothing! Where's my brother! Let him come out and put another one before I forgive him! Wow!!! ”

“.” At a young age, the little yellow dragon Shatilesa suddenly realized that it was not easy for his father.

But when she saw Aunt Tania rushing towards her, she suddenly felt that her idea seemed to be a little too arrogant.

It's not easy to be this guy's daughter herself!

Aunt Tanya must be stopped, or they will be exposed!

Just when David's side had already planned a net against the-stirring sticks of the Dark Lyra, and did not hesitate to return to the Old World for the sake of the seal carving of the teleportation array, and asked his dragon father to go out of the mountain to get this batch of goods.

Under Nifadora's personal operation, the nest material used to 'make a nest' has already begun:

She did not contact King Lowalden through the heralds to ask him to assist her.

After all, God knows to what extent these professional spies will be disguised and where they will be planted.

Once she did, the chances of the plan being exposed were extremely high.

So on the surface, it is still just the normal demand for battlefield supplies, but both the transportation volume and the grade of goods have been raised by more than one grade.

In this way, whether in the eyes of the Vitaly Empire's top brass or the elves, this group of dragons who occupied the port of Volynz and turned Lowalden into a puppet regime is brewing a big wave.

David: They're really getting ready for a big wave.

It's just that the first target is not aimed at the dangerous Vitaly Empire.

Rather, it is a scattered group of Bards and Ranger who are heavily funded by the Elven Queen Alaskia, and are mostly composed of Bards and Rangers.

On this day, as Nymphadora became more and more bait for the battlefield, the members of the Dark Lyra active on the borders of the Vitali Empire also began to quickly realize a problem, and their manpower began to be seriously understaffed.

However, if they want to mobilize manpower from the elven kingdom thousands of miles away, they will not talk about the delay and trouble in the communication and approval, and it is not enough to say that they will not have time to do so, so they have to delegate the criteria of 'candidate members' and take some raiding tasks that are not too important as the selection assessment.

This immediately attracted the participation of some elves who were not happy with their lives in Middle-earth, such as some elven mercenaries.

For some elves who have made mistakes in the past, this is simply a precious opportunity for them to clear their names, re-'turn positive', and return to their hometowns!

So as the former captain of the High Elves' naval patrol, Otis who fled to Middle-earth for forty years because of fear of crime, and is still just the leader of an unknown adventurer team, was moved by his heart, and finally contacted Darklyra.

It's just that what makes his heart cold is that Made, sure enough, this kind of spy is really not capable of ordinary elves.

Actually let him lead people to find a way to steal or loot the material escort team of the Lovaldons? As a test for selection?

Damn! The Adventurer squad went to the regular army? Is it possible to encounter those dragons?

Is this looking for death? Or are you looking for death?

Just when Otis was faintly hesitant to retreat and face the only legitimate opportunity to return to the elven kingdom after leaving his hometown for forty years, there was a sudden pause under his feet.

He suddenly remembered a special being he had encountered on a mercenary escort mission.

Since it is a plunder, the object of looting is still the evil five-colored dragon puppet regime.

Perhaps, he will agree?

When he was forced to listen to the story for five days and five nights in a row, he almost didn't go crazy, but wasn't the evil steel-burning dragon Davyyutos the most frequent to hear?

"Fight!"

On the one hand, it is sent to death, and on the other hand, it is completely rotten in this foreign land.

Otis chose 'wealth and danger'!

However, when Otis returned to the tavern with this ambition to inform his party members of his plans, he was full of hope for their full support.

What I got was the silence of all the members.

Then, there is the 'departure notice' that follows.

Thief: "I'm sorry Captain, but when I finished my last vote, I decided to 'wash my hands of gold'." ”

Pastor: "Well, I'm going back to the country church to be a priest, and my family has arranged it for me." ”

Bard: "Well, the daughter of this tavern has taken a fancy to me, I may be getting married, Captain, can you give a gift money first?" ”

"Get out!" In the face of the endless rejections of the members, Otis finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke up immediately.

Faced with himself once again becoming a lone elf, Otis was full of melancholy.

Sure enough, the legends and friendships that the minstrands praise in their biographies are all about deceiving elves.

In the end, when it comes to tricky things, Quan Te runs away, and he doesn't have his own animal companions to be strong.

But he can also understand, after all, the lifespan of human beings is too short, and the teammates who were born and died have already changed one after another after forty years.

If there is no accident, either I saved up a sum of money and went back to the countryside to get married, or I was hit by an arrow in the knee, and I didn't have the money to ask the priest to use [Regeneration], so I went to the city gate to be a guard.

Even when I fell in love with my human partner with the face of an elf, I began to become an aunt with a waist thicker than a bucket within five or six years of being together

After talking about a few, it's lacking.

It is precisely because of this that Otis's desire to return to his hometown in the Elven Kingdom is so strong that it has never been stronger.

Driven by this obsession, Otis, who was already alone as an elf, resolutely took the longbow and short sword and luggage on his back, and went deep into the forest where he and his teammates had been captured.

'Hopefully. He still lives here. ’

But when he thought of the 'torture' he had been subjected to, this time, before approaching the nest, he pulled out two pieces of cotton stained with beeswax from his cuffs and stuffed them into his delicate ears.

While such a move would make it easier for him to oversee some threats in the treacherous forest, he would rather be deaf than the situation he was about to face.

It was only as he entered the desertified lair that his heart kept sinking.

Last time, he had already been dragged directly into it by a tail like a python.

Why is this time so 'quiet'?

Just when Otis thought the one he wanted to see had moved, he noticed a faint tremor on the ground.

Otis immediately rushed in ecstatically, shouting as he ran:

"Mr. Vlatmir, I've come to visit you with a gift!"

But after another turn, the High Elf of Otis suddenly froze in place.

Because there are actually two dragons in this lair!

In addition to Vlatymir's brass dragon, there is actually a silver one!

At the same time, they are like two teddies who are embarrassed to help themselves, while constantly smacking their mouths and communicating something quickly, and at the same time quickly simmering on each other's bodies for a while, they can't wait to alternate their bodies, and the whole thing is as cheerful as a big windmill.

And the appearance of Otis, a high elf, also made the two metal dragons who were amicably exchanging friendship and sharing bard stories abruptly, and immediately separated as if frightened, and then turned their heads at Otis at the same time and roared at Otis:

"Who asked you to come? / What do you want to do? ”

The metal dragon also thought that he had encountered the members of the Dark Lyre, who always liked to take care of dragon affairs and make up stories.

After all, in the eyes of those guys.

'Friendship' is guilty!

"Huh?"

Otis, who had earplugs, was at a loss in the face of the dragon's questioning.

At the beginning of the month, ask for a monthly ticket! Hey, hey, hey.

(End of chapter)