"My son!"
Two red dragons with a wingspan of dozens of meters descended from the cave. Their red eyes were filled with fury as they looked at the charred Chown.
The red dragon, Chown, with a wingspan of over 20 meters, looked as though he had just rolled through a fireball. His entire body was charred black, and his flesh was lacerated. He was in a terrible state, and his aura was very weak.
"Chown, tell Mother. Who did this? How dare they do this to you! " The female dragon used her wings to brush the wounds on Chown's body gently. Her fury almost materialized, and red flames started to burn on her body.
The male dragon at the side also angrily said, "How dare someone do this to my son? Tell Father who that fellow is. I will tear him into pieces! And get back the treasure chest for you! "
The angry roar reverberated in the empty cave, and even the mountain rocks were trembling slightly.
"It's … It's a four- or five-year-old half-elf!" Chown said angrily.
"Hmm?"
The two red dragons' expressions froze instantly. They felt that they had heard wrongly.
"Chown, who did you say beat you up?" the red dragon Chown asked in a deep voice.
Chown looked at Chown, and felt a little ashamed when he thought about how he was beaten up by a four- or five-year-old half-elf.
However, when he thought about how he had just gotten the treasure chest from his father, and lost it just like that, he was very indignant. He had to make those two brats pay the price to get rid of the anger in his heart. He replied, "In Chaos City, at a restaurant called Mamy's. I was beaten up by a four- or five-year-old half-elf."
The cave became quiet all of a sudden.
"You're saying that you, a noble red dragon who had just had your coming of age ceremony, was beaten up by a four-year-old half-elf? And your treasure chest was stolen? "Anger was building up in Chown's eyes.
"Father, I …" Fear appeared in Chown's eyes, and he moved closer to the female dragon instinctively.
"Enough! Jonson, if you have the ability, go and attack that half-elf bastard who hurt my son. That little bastard must have done something bad. Otherwise, with my son's intelligence and strength, how could he have been hurt by her! "The female dragon roared as she stood in front of Chown.
"Yes, it wasn't just a half-elf, there was also a group of Lava Trolls. They were the ones who beat me up. There were too many of them. Otherwise, I would have defeated all of them." Chown quickly nodded.
Johnson was frightened by the she-dragon's roar. He glanced at Chown and nodded. "Alright, I will definitely not let this matter rest. I want to see how a group of lava demons dare to disrespect the Red Dragon Tribe. They must pay the price."
"I'll go with you tomorrow. I'm going to swallow that little bastard alive to avenge my son!" The mother dragon said through gritted teeth.
…
The story of Amy burning the giant dragon quickly became a topic of conversation among the customers in the queue. The cute little Amy smacked the five-meter-tall giant dragon away with her magic staff, and then chased after it with a fireball. This scene was very shocking in itself.
"Actually, you guys have overlooked a very important point. Before the giant dragon was sent flying, Little Boss had cast a spell on it. It was a temporary confinement spell. That's why the giant dragon didn't have time to react," a Gray Temple mage said with a smile.
"Oh? What kind of confinement spell was that? " Everyone looked at that mage curiously. It was not easy to see a mage from the Gray Temple usually, but they were often seen in the queue outside Amy's.
"If I'm not wrong, it might be the Field of Extreme Frost. Although it only lasted for a very short time, I'm sure it was not an ordinary Frost Spell," that mage said with a smile.
"Isn't the Field of Extreme Frost something that only advanced mages can use? Is Little Boss already an advanced mage? "a young man exclaimed, causing quite a commotion.
A four-year-old advanced mage? This world is too crazy, isn't it?
"I don't think so. Judging from the power of the fireball, Little Boss should still be at the 5th-tier. That Field of Extreme Frost that lasted for a very short time is most likely due to Little Boss's amazing talent. She comprehended it in advance." The mage from the Gray Temple shook his head.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If she was a 5th-tier mage, although it would be equally shocking, at least it would be slightly easier to accept.
"But no matter what, the youngest dragon-slaying warrior was almost born yesterday. Compared to Sir Alex, it seems to be much earlier, right?"
"Yes, Sir Alex is back, and Little Boss is like a rising star. I feel that the world will become more and more interesting because of these two people."
"I just don't know what will happen if Sir Alex meets Little Boss in the future. A strongest knight against a mage who is good at both close combat and long-range attacks. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil."
Some of the customers were discussing fervently.
Meg, who was pushing the bicycle out to send Amy to school, heard the conversation of the customers, and a smile appeared on his face. "If they meet, there's probably no more harmonious scene than this, right?"
"Father, is this Sir Alex that they're talking about a very powerful person? I seem to hear a lot of people talking about him every day. "Sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, Amy asked curiously.
"Yes, he's a very powerful person." Meg nodded with a smile. Probably there's no other person in the world who's as powerful as Alex, right?
Amy's eyes lit up, and she nodded her little head. "If even Father says so, then he must be someone as powerful as Father. When Amy grows up, I'll become someone like him."
"Okay, Father will accompany Meg." Meg nodded with a smile. This little girl's mouth was really sweet.
When he sent Amy to school, many students stared at Meg, and some of them whispered, "Look, he's the uncle who made the kebabs, the invincible king of wind and fire wheels — Amy's father!"
Although Meg was a little speechless about the strange prefix used by himself and Amy, it seemed that the kebabs on the day of the parent-teacher conference had indeed left a deep impression on the students.
On the way back to the restaurant, Meg saw the Catering Association's countdown bulletin board in the square. "Until the release of the new Aden Square food rankings — 10 days!"
"I wonder if that mysterious food taster has come to eat at the restaurant," Meg muttered to himself, and continued to ride toward the restaurant.
…
At noon, there were still a few minutes before Amy's opened for business, and there was a long line of hundreds of people at the door.
"You bastard who beat up my son, come out and die!"
A furious voice exploded like thunder, accompanied by the roar of a dragon.
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