Under the torture of two metal dragons who were cautious by nature and beaten by society, Otis, who was almost devastated, made all the moves:

"Really, I don't have any other intentions, let alone a spy from the five-colored dragon, it's really just a poor elf who longs to go home with the help of your metal dragon power!"

It turns out that this High Elf made beeswax earplugs and pretended to be deaf, just to hide his ears and steal the bell, and to deceive himself.

Ears and hearing were damaged by dragon breath during the battle against the red dragon?

It doesn't matter, bumping into Vlatimir, who has been imprisoned by David for two and a half years and unable to speak, is it completely professional.

A claw pressed directly on Otis's skull, and as the brass dragon's belly began to tremble regularly, the magic sound began to directly irrigate the brain, and the sense of despair that was dominated by the brass dragon's chatter and verbal offensive back then!

In this way, Vlatmir gave a brainwashing spiritual lesson to the uninvited elf who broke the good things through ventriloquism, and verbally communicated to the deep thinking Sebritz beside him:

"What do you think? Seems like a good opportunity. ”

At the same time, the humiliation and unwillingness suffered in David's Red Dragon camp once again haunted his heart.

What? In the end, he was released into the wilderness by Davy Yutos on his own initiative? Should I be grateful to that red dragon?

Fart! That is obviously the freedom that I have gained after nearly a thousand days and nights of continuous struggle!

If it weren't for his firm beliefs and never gave up resisting? Can that tyrannical and shameless red dragon release the dragon?

He knew that the baba he pulled had been collected by the red dragon's family and sold as alchemy materials for gold coins!

At the same time, thanks to his Vlatimir's "Red Dragon Camp Experience", more metal dragons know that their daily life is creating value!

Vlatimir calculated the account afterwards, and suddenly felt that his major artery was leaking, and he was bleeding with a puff.

But knowing this, he never dared to take the initiative to take revenge on the red dragon of Davyutos.

That red dragon is a demon who can always come up with ways to shut himself up.

Keeping a brass dragon from speaking is worse than killing him.

This is also the reason why he didn't even dare to stay in the Old World after being released into the wilderness, and went directly to the New World Gran Yell to build a nest.

When he heard the news that the original camp lair of Davyyutos' red dragon who was supposed to go to hell had been taken over by the High Elves, he almost went to the High Elf capital for a biography signing to show his pleasure and gratitude.

But just when Vlatmir was about to move, he heard his friend Cybritz categorically veto:

"Not well, Vlatimir, you haven't seen him in over forty years, and you can't imagine how terrible that red dragon has become."

Seeing that the brass dragon's eyes were full of stubbornness, Sebritz sighed and continued:

"Although you became famous in Glanyère through a new biography because of that experience, and gained your current strength and achievements, but friends, believe me, not every adventure will be positively rewarded, if you still want to have the freedom of speech, listen to me, don't provoke that red dragon."

But Brass Dragon, who has already taken a shortcut to promotion, is still willing to climb the career ladder step by step.

His previous experience made him faintly aware of a truth, that is, as a bard, he can't become a famous legendary bard sage behind closed doors, and the most important thing is to learn to rub the heat.

I wonder who has been the most discussed topic in this plane in recent years, after the Crimson Calamity Pavla's ascension, it is undoubtedly the red dragon named Davyyutos!

Seeing that the old enemy who imprisoned and humiliated him at the beginning gradually became an existence that made the entire continent look sideways, this was even more uncomfortable than his own inability to become famous.

And if you want to make a 'big news' quickly, then look for Davyyutos's second red scourge is the right thing to do.

As soon as his eyes rolled, he began to guide step by step:

"Oh, Sebritz, if I'm not mistaken, you were all looted when you were captured by him, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to write a new biography in the nest, friend, this is a legitimate opportunity to get it back, with these war materials to sell it, you can save enough to buy the treasure of building travel equipment again, are you really afraid of him? ”

The scarred Cybritz flicked his tail and interrupted:

"Don't provoke me, we're both 'bards', this little trick of language won't work for me! As for the 'entanglement', I'll make it up myself, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

Vlatimir still refused to give up:

"Sebritz, don't be so anxious to refuse, you listen to me, we don't need to clash with Davyyutos head-on."

"Huh?" Only then did Semblitz look at the brass dragon with some confusion.

"See for yourself, it's been a few years since Davyyutos and the Dragons took Worenz Harbor, have you seen him show up somewhere? Maybe you can go to other planes. ”

The Silver Dragon Warrior Monk suddenly sneered: "This is the reason why you mustered up your courage?" Thought he wouldn't settle accounts with us? ”

"Reckoning? If he doesn't know that we've done this, who will he settle the score, this plan was initiated by the High Elf Dark Lyra, and if he wants to find it, he will also find those long ears, what does it matter to our metal dragons? ”

"What do you mean?" Cybritz vaguely guessed the other party's thoughts, but felt that it was still not very reliable.

"You've guessed it, haven't you? My dear friend. ”

The brass dragon grinned, wagged its tail and said to the already glazed-eyed elf Otis:

"We can disguise ourselves as High Elves and push everything on those long ears, and when it's done, we'll take the sold treasure to other planes on the eve of our travels, and then write about it in my new biography and make it public, and then sign your second author's name, how about it?"

"You know, since David Yutos stepped into the public eye, he has never been defeated, if it is because of our merits, his strategy to attack the Vitaly Empire fails, and the people applaud, we are very likely to become a legend in one fell swoop?"

Seeing that Sebritz finally stopped squeaking and was faintly moved, Vlatmir whispered like a devil:

"What are you waiting for? My dear friend! The Platinum Dragon Gods may have fallen! The metal dragon and even the dragon island are destined to decline, and it is not impossible to even encounter a dragon war. ”

Eventually, it was these words that touched Sebritz.

It's just that unlike Vlatimir's imagination, what touched this silver dragon was not an opportunity to walk away decently, but an opportunity to touch the gate of legend.

He travels on the Sebritz plane, and he still needs treasure?

The phrase 'Dragon Food is coming again, brothers' is enough for him to set foot on the Otherworld.

What? Hunting on your own?

Isn't that a blind look that makes a succubus kneel and lick it?

But Vlatimir is right about one thing, the belief in the platinum dragon god is lost, and the metal dragon group is in danger, only by seizing the time and every possible opportunity to achieve a legend, maybe in this doomed turmoil, for or for the long-time hometown of Dragon Island, do something.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and took a deep look at his brass dragon friend:

"Perhaps, you're right, my friend, it's time for us to do something."

Even the mere chance of slowing down the war with Davyyutos' red dragon seems to ease the potential crisis on Dragon Island a little.

Even if he is a prodigal son, he can distinguish between right and wrong.

"This is the fearless 'Desert Dancer' Sebritz I know."

The two metal dragons, each with their own thoughts, immediately got up and touched their heads, and the two tails slapped in mid-air, and the alliance agreement was established by default.

Then, in the stunned gaze of the elf Otis, they turned into two high elves.

Although I wore earplugs throughout the whole process and didn't hear what these two metal dragons 'Titicaca' said, I didn't know what these two metal dragons were going to do to their elves when I saw this scene! There was only one thought left in his mind:

'I'm not going to be killed!?' ’

With the addition of these two young metal dragon cosers, Darklyra has divine help in attacking the supply lines of Lovalden's aid to the frontline dragons and the siege of the Vitali Imperial Capital.

In less than half a month, the 'three elves' combination joined by this pair of metal dragons alone has successfully won more than 30 votes.

Including food, siege equipment, alchemy potions, and church magic scrolls, hundreds of carts were snatched and a canyon temporarily used to store stolen goods was filled.

Such a brilliant record shocked the High Elves who organized this blow.

The only thing that puzzled them was, what about the looted materials?

Just when they finally managed to contact Otis, the former elven sea officer who tried to join their organization, through layers of single lines, what they got was a 'trade offer'.

Made, in fact, openly demanded money for the materials captured on the battlefield.

It's still such a sky-high price of huge goods.

If you don't know what happened to you, you can just pick out your brain.

At the same time, David, who was far away in Port Volynz with his daughter on the way to his sister, when he saw Nymphadora, who had disappeared and been busy for a while, return to the nest and wag his long big tail at him, where could he not know that a fish had been hooked.

Most likely, it's still a big fish.

But Nifadora's words stunned him on the spot:

"The bait is big, and the net is thrown too wide, and it seems that a group of metal dragons have also been pocketed in the net."

"Huh? Metal dragons? "That's something David didn't expect anyway.

After all, with the loss of the Pillar of Faith in Bahamut, the metal dragon has already become a mess.

At this time, there is also leisure and leisure to participate in this kind of thing, what kind of ingredients should be, you can imagine.

"Are you sure?" David asked.

Nymphadora smiled a little sarcastically:

"In just half a month, more than 30 transport teams in an area have been robbed one after another, although the methods are different, but no one died, do you think, this kind of ridiculous thing, except for those metal dragons, who else can do it?"

"Indeed." David was also happy.

This is indeed something that only a metal dragon can do.

Although the means are not exquisite, they are full of moral burdens.

They are both in the good camp, but this is the most significant difference between the High Elves and the Metal Dragon.

The kindness of the vast majority of the High Elves is aimed at a specific range that they recognize, and at the same time has an extremely high room for manoeuvre.

In David's evaluation, it is the kind of extreme selfishness that still thinks of the existence of his own Virgin.

So in the eyes of those high elves, you are a soldier, and you also help the five-colored dragon puppet regime to escort supplies and invade other countries, you are innocent of death, and you pull up the bowstring and harvest life without blinking.

Metal dragons are different, they may have their own set of principles when they do things, and they don't even care too much about the feelings and thoughts of other intelligent beings, but at least when they have the ability, they will still try to do as little senseless killing as possible for some innocent lives.

After all, at least half of the people who are engaged in the transportation of materials are farmers who have been forcibly recruited by the nobles, so why do you kill them if you have nothing to do?

I'm afraid that the smart but the clever mistaken Sebritz didn't expect their existence to be exposed so quickly, or in such a 'stupid' way.

"Do you need to find a way to get them out first?" Nymphadora asked.

In her opinion, although David is a red dragon, he has half of the silver dragon bloodline after all, and no matter how bad it is, he has to give Lord Artilisia a face.

At least in her judgment, the two metal dragons involved are seeking money.

But David retorted directly:

"No, with such a large amount of materials, those high elves will definitely not let go, maybe they have realized that something is not necessarily, at this time, it is easy to 'startle the snake' by doing such superfluous things."

David paused, tapped his paw, and said:

"Since we've already come in together, let's catch it together."

"But. . . On the Dragon Island side, "Nymphadora is a little worried that with the interruption of Bahamut's faith, this sensitive moment, this unnecessary misunderstanding, can easily lead to the misjudgment of the metal dragon.

If this leads to a dispute between the five-colored dragon and the metal dragon, it will be too uneconomical.

David wagged his tail:

"What are you afraid of, they metal dragons can play elves to mess with our affairs, can't I play as a metal dragon to mess with their dragon islands? Don't worry, I know those guys too well to turn it over. ”

He hadn't forgotten that Daddy Long was going to take him back to Dragon Island.

It was just right and solved it together.

"Let Ariana and the others keep an eye on the perimeter of that shipment in advance, and wait for the High Elves to enter the net.

"Then, catch them all."

(End of chapter)