All around was steaming heat.

Deirlando's eyes opened, and the shijie he saw seemed to be shrouded in a dark red smoke. In the distance, the shore was constantly rumbling and collapsing, and the smell of sour decay was mixed with a large amount of water vapor and was carried high into the air by the rising hot air, so that you could smell it even if you were floating in the sky.

A suffocating smell of burnt permeated the nostrils, and the air was as heavy as hot lava. Even through the transparent shield of the dragon's energy, every breath almost burned the heart and lungs. A slender figure in a white and gold robe knelt at the bottom of the shield, hiding his face and weeping, muttering, "...... Stop it...... Stop......"

Beneath his feet was a huge sea of fire, and red magma rolled down the hillside, igniting all the grass, trees and houses in his pass. The towering peak left a huge cavity eight hundred feet in diameter, a mixture of silver-white, gold, bronze, and crimson twisting and struggling in the hollow.

The thing had no fixed shape at all, like a pot of porridge boiled in the air, and the air resonated with each wave of vibration, bringing a sense of oppression that made the hair tighten all over the body. Eventually, however, the thing began to collapse abruptly from within, forming a vortex that shrank rapidly, as if a huge gap in the ground had sucked it in.

More wailing, more heat, more scorching, more smoke coming in. The humans and dwarves who were not burned by the fire were stunned by the terrible sight and lost the ability to move. They unconsciously dropped their weapons and looked at the apocalyptic scene like stiff statues.

The dragon's deep voice sounded above his head, and Dearlandor realized that he had shouted out to him as well.

"The enemy has been completely defeated, Namantto has fled, and the remaining Splittooth dwarves will surely surrender. We have won this battle...... Already...... Enough!" Diarlando sounded similar to himself, but with a subtle difference, and his voice came from his mouth.

(Hmm...... The dragon sighed and leaned its head over, its huge eyeballs, like a blue lake, reflecting the two humans protected inside the sphere.

(sentimental!) the dragon commented disdainfully.

Dearrando felt his body take a step forward, standing between the dragon and the crying sister behind him: "Agati shouldn't have come to the battlefield with me, such a scene would be too cruel for her. Please send her back to our camp at once, and then let me go, and I will arrange for them to accept the surrender. ”

(I am not referring to Miss Agati...... The dragon's eyes blinked quickly, and a crystal clear droplet flew out, straight for Deirlando. Diarlando reached out to catch it, only to find that it was an oval-shaped colorless gemstone, not a drop of water at all.

(You have finally reached a spiritual harmony with me, and congratulations.) As a commemoration, this stone of tears is given to you~)

"......" Dearlando felt the body stiffen for a moment, and then reached out and touched his face to check if there were tears, but it was only sweat that wet his fingers, and did not really shed weak liquid.

The dragon didn't say anything more, and the shield ball was split in two, flying with Agati Birmington's one to the camp away from the battlefield, while the one in Dearlandor's perspective fell to the hill where the leader of the Splittooth Dwarves was.

The owner of the body, Lantis Birmington, looked back at the white dragon that followed the landing and said, "This is not going to work...... You dragons are fighting in our shijie, like two wild boars fighting in a vegetable field, no matter which side wins, zuihou we still suffer heavy losses. ”

(huhuhu...... Compare me to such a lowly creature, you are so bold!) The dragon let out a thunderous rumble of laughter from his chest, but he was not angry. (However, your analogy is very vivid, so the only way to prevent us from destroying Shijie is to send us home.) ）

"How?" said Deirlando, looking up at the white dragon suspended in the thick smoke, as it suddenly began to rain in the sky. Warm droplets of water continued to smash into his face, and the dragon's figure jerked away. More and more black smoke rolled around him, blocking the view.

“......”

“...... Orchid...... Multi"

“...... Your Highness!...... Advance...... The intermittent sound of Lando ......" kept coming from a thick layer of water. Dearlando raised his hand to block the warm water dripping onto his face, but was caught.

Shijie seemed to be drunk when he opened his eyes in a daze, and Kenda's worried face looked eerie in the light of Fayle's glowing cane. Everything was crooked, and there was a huge crooked hole high above the head, and at the moment there were splinters peeling off and smashing around.

“...... Rises......" Dearlando gradually remembered the attack he had encountered, and immediately turned his head to find the young dragon to protect him. Kenda immediately placed the flimsy and spiritless young dragon in Dearlandor's hand.

Holding his right hand, as if it wasn't his own, Dearlando moved Reses to his ear, and then turned his head with great effort to look, only to find that the figure of the young dragon was shining with golden light as far as the eye could see. Countless gold coins, gold cups, bracelets, and necklaces were piled up into a small mountain, and he was lying on such a large mountain of gold.

“...... That's great...... It's enough for you to eat for a year......" Dearlando looked at the young dragon and suddenly smirked, making Kenda, who had been worried, laugh all the time.

Fayle pouted and said, "I'm not smart in the first place, this can't be stupid to be blown up, right?" as he spoke, handing Kenda a piece of cloth full of moisture. The water here was evaporated by the heat, and in order to wake up Diarlandor, the mage had to use his robe and a little water elemental summoning to gather the water vapor that permeated the surroundings.

Kenda took it and unceremoniously twisted it into Dearlandor's face, pouring a handful of warm water on his face again.

“...... Stop!" Diarlando finally sobered up now, and immediately waved his left hand to stop it, but as soon as he moved, he immediately felt a hot pain all over his body. When I put my hand in front of me, it was black, and it seemed to be burnt outside.

“...... Am I cooked?" he muttered and began to try to roll over and get up, and Kenda pretended to be relaxed, "I think I can eat it!, Your Highness, what has happened to you?, how did this happen?" and carefully helped Diarrando to sit up.

After Diarlando barely sat down, he grabbed a handful of gold coins, threw them to Reeth, and said softly, "Eat! When you are full, you will be refreshed...... Is there an earthquake all around Weishenme?"

The young dragon's eyes were half-open, and he didn't seem to have much appetite for the food delivered to his door, but he still reluctantly took a piece of gold coin and gnawed it.

Fayle and Kenda glanced at each other, and their hearts began to worry about the extent of the damage and impact of the explosion.

However, this situation did not last long, and after about five minutes, Diarrando's condition improved significantly, he gently turned his arm, moved his fingers, and the pitch-black chips fell one after another, revealing the slightly redder than ordinary skin underneath.

"Like...... It's just a little dusty, maybe a little burned, what kind of tricks these crazy dwarven wizards have done, it's so powerful! Speaking of which, you guys came down an hour before me, did you meet them?"

Kenda and Fayle descended a different route than Dirlandor's, and the wolves' keen sense of smell caught the scent of the Wraithing Goldworm in the air, and they burrowed into a crack in a wall halfway down the floor.

Along the way, he encountered two or three dwarven dark wizards, but Fayir's magic combined with Kenda's force made them vulnerable. Although he is occasionally trapped in the rocks by the earth magic of the dwarven wizard, he can easily break free with Kenda's brute strength.

The two of them chased the breath all the way to a deep, deep place, where the temperature was hot, and from time to time you could see the narrow abyss that revealed a scorching red light. Groundwater sometimes forms waterfalls and creeks in the cracked rocks everywhere. Where these currents converged, a cursed fetus, about a hundred feet in diameter, was soaked in a reddish-brown, purple-purple liquid.

Several silver stalactites-like things hung down from the rocks above and inserted into the huge pus, and there were constantly squirming filaments surging towards the pus. Here, Kenda and Fayer also cleared out a dozen giant bats that had bonded with Bran Parasite.

“...... As we started burning the giant cursed fetus, Fayle suddenly said something had happened to you, and we teleported over and found you lying there, looking like a roasted suckling pig. Your Highness, what have you encountered?" said Kenda briefly about his team's itinerary, and then asked Diarlando.

In fact, when they found Diarlandor much more miserable than it was now, it was almost a mass of charcoal buried in the rubble. Soon, however, silvery-white scaly flecks of light appeared all over the body, and the muscles and skin were gradually reborn under the dragon's magic.

The black carbon washed away by the water initially revealed not skin, but a thin layer of transparent scales, but as the healing ended, those scales gradually disappeared into the new pink skin.

Kenda didn't dare tell Deirlando now, both of his eyes were glowing with a cold blue light in the darkness, and they were all dragon pupils, leaving not a trace of green.

Yesterday it was released on a regular basis.,7:30 I got home and found out that there was no release at all*****

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