Summer thunder ————! ! ! !

In a pair of shocked pupils, the fluttering dragon suddenly appeared under the blue dome, and the expansive earth suddenly rolled up a gust of wind, and the snow that covered the sky was flying!

The knight and his adjutant were completely stunned, completely forgetting what they had just planned, and stared in amazement at the huge figure hovering in the sky, as if even the air was trembling with the vibration of the wings.

At the next moment, the roaring Milasis in the sky plummeted and opened the terrifying blood basin mouth. The mighty power was like a substance, and the situation changed suddenly!

The pupil of the knight surrounded by the soldiers shuddered, but soon he recovered his calm. With a sigh, the mood was extremely complicated:

"We ... I, I may have made a very wrong decision."

"If you go to rescue now, you should still have time to remedy it." The adjutant quickly proposed and calmly analyzed the situation before him: "Even if you have a dragon, it is impossible for His Highness Brandon to wipe out all the icefield werewolves-chasing the fugitive Monster, for this reason, it should ... "

"It's impossible."

The knight shook his head and sighed: "You still underestimate the highness of Brandon. Do you really think he deliberately didn't let the dragon protect the team?"

"what do you mean?"

"He is a de Salyon."

A strange emotion flickered in the knight's pupil: "Never underestimate any De Salyon, the blood of the dragon flows in their bodies."

"So ... next time if I make this low-level mistake again, remember to punch me directly in the face."

"This, this too ..."

"This is an order."

"Comply!" The adjutant lowered his head hard.

At the next moment, the knight and the heavy cavalry surrounded by him looked at the camp where the sound of the killing echoed in the distance.

There is also a golden red "fire rain" that falls from the sky.

"Holy Cross, blessed to catch up in time!"

Brandon de Salion in the middle of the camp patted his chest. Although it was a thankful tone, the bright smile on his face did not diminish, and there was even a more dazzling trend, grinning like a lover. Whispered:

"You are such a bad girl, my dear Milassis, almost killed your best friend! Hmm ... it's terrible!"

Responding to him was a fierce storm-like fire!

The dark-haired wizard wielding the bright silver stared wide and stared at the huge figure that dropped the "fire rain" in the air-the last time he saw only the wreckage of the monster in Ebden, just far away Looked around and failed to witness the figure of this wild beast.

So, this is really the first time.

Asriel on his shoulder didn't know where to go when the dragon appeared, otherwise he really wanted to talk to him about the dragon.

That's right, the real thing ... the dragon.

The streamlined body, the mirror-like scales, the crimson rhomboids ... all of these are fantastic and make people feel very unreal, and even have a dream-like texture.

Of course, there is another particularly incredible place-after turning on the "valve", Loren finally had a direct dialogue with the existence of Asriel through the spiritual hall, instead of letting a vampire (evil god) read too much The way of heart communication.

So he can barely understand the language of some monsters. Well, for example, the dragon in front of me.

This dragon ...

How is it mother?

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With the sudden emergence of the dragon Milasis, the "camp encounter" immediately showed a fundamental reversal.

The air was filled with a thick scorched breath, and the icefield wolf people who rushed to the front did not even make a scream, but they were turned into "ice water" by the dragon fire falling from the sky and the surrounding snow.

Milassis, who fluttered his wings in the sky, still did not stop, but hovered around the camp, screaming and opening the big mouth of the blood basin, letting the golden red fire column sweep over the ice front of the icefield wolves over and over again!

Screaming, wailing ... These words are not enough to describe the scene in front of you. It was a one-sided slaughter. The impact of the flames continued to splash on the earth mixed with bright red "ice and snow spray."

Mutant icefield werewolves have thick fur all over their bodies-this allows them to calmly run in icefields and snowstorms in the cold that humans can't stand, and also resist the shooting of arrows.

But in the face of dragon inflammation, the fur that originally protected them has become the most terrible place: because they are too easy to be ignited, but too heavy-so they are not directly ashes by dragon inflammation like humans, It was burnt alive by the fur that burned himself!

Some of the wailing icefield wolves are still not afraid of dying at the shield wall in front of them, or desperately fleeing; but in front of the flying dragons, there will be no difference in their ending.

"Long live the Empire--!"

A guard's legionnaire roared, striking the shield with a broken halberd in his hand, and beside him was a cold headless corpse—that was the corpse of the captain.

The legionnaires in the surroundings pulled out their swords tacitly, striking the shield like him. The powerful sound of clang echoed around the camp, like a drum of war, which stretched forever.

"Long live the Empire-!!!!!!"

The timid cry made the dark-haired wizard slightly stunned, but soon the movement of the legionnaires made him understand-all of them carried their shields behind them and stepped forward.

This is a signal to counterattack.

"Push--!"

No one knew whose voice was the first shout, but the next moment the entire shield wall "split" instantly, as if blooming black flowers, launched a charge towards the surroundings.

puff--!

The sound of the halberd tearing, the legionnaires rushing in the first row hit the icefield werewolf who was preparing to flee. The cold halberd pierced the enemy's body from behind, and the pulled halberd blade immediately opened the enemy. Bore.

This is why the legionnaires of the Empire have a halberd in their hands-the spear may be able to pierce the enemy, but compared with its huge monster, it is not enough to sting without pain. You must get You can tear it off in one click!

The killing continues, but the result is already doomed.

With a slight sigh, Loren, who had just turned around, saw the dragon in the sky was folding its wings, and landed steadily in the middle of the camp.

"boom--!"

The shaking of the earth witnessed the weight of this wild beast.

The landing dragon no longer shined like he had just now, but stretched his huge head to His Royal Highness, who was smiling, and rubbed him on his head—making something completely inconsistent with its grim figure, unparalleled Intimacy.

Although it was some kind of "intimacy", the difference in size made the prince's highness almost crashed apart.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm wrong. Mirases is a good boy who is obedient, not a bad girl who likes to cause trouble!"

"Oh ... this is not the first time? This is impossible. I am a very eloquent and trustworthy man. My noble Majesty Queen Mirases, you should not always doubt your servants. "

"What, I'm a big liar full of lies? My queen, you are so careful that you are not in menopause ... It hurts, it's so life-threatening, I won't dare!"

"His Royal Highness" is trying his best to make up for his "language mistakes", and laughed to appease this "noisy" dragon ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ was also flying around in the mouth of the blood basin Looks like it really makes Loren feel a little nervous.

The identities of the owner and the servant are often reversed each other-this is probably the common problem of pet owners?

Looking at Brandon crawling down from the dragon's shirt, Loren shook his head in pity.

"Just Milas ... cough cough cough, my dragon told me that a team of cavalry was found on the way to fly, not far from our camp." He coughed lightly, trying to restore his "dignity" His Royal Highness, with a playful smile on his lips:

"And what's very interesting is that their flag is exactly the same as ours!"

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly, and he already guessed what Brandon wanted to say.

"Our luck is really good." Brandon sneered with a sneer:

"You don't have to wait until the Jiejie Mountain, you can first express your gratitude to the defender of the Jiejie Mountain under the brother.

Thanks to them ... we have prepared such a "grand" welcome ceremony! "