The two dragons were fighting in the sky above Graystone Town. The shockwaves from the clash of the Laws had destroyed more than half of the town in an instant. Several streets were engulfed in flames, and the fire spread further and further with the help of the wind. More buildings had collapsed, and the streets were filled with cracks like broken waves. It was as if the town had experienced a terrible earthquake. It took Sunil a lot of effort to drag the elf out of the center of the battle. Suddenly, a spear-like object flew towards her. Sunil let out a scream and hurriedly let go of the elf. The spear flew between the two of them, and the elf was thrown to the ground. Sunil let out a cry of pain and finally woke up in a daze.
Malthus spat fire in the air. The fireball hit Mithril's wings and exploded into sparks. The silver dragon roared in pain and rolled for nearly a hundred meters before regaining her balance. Another fireball brushed past her tail and hit a wooden house near the center of the battle. The scorching air and the shockwave of the explosion blew the elf, who had just gotten up from the ground, a few somersaults. She flew across the ruins of a house and was finally stopped by something stuck in the ground. The elf covered her red forehead with tears in her eyes as she got up from the ground. She opened her mouth slightly and found that the thing that stopped her was a silver spear stuck in the ground.
The spear didn't look like an ornament in a noble house. Even after such a violent explosion, it didn't leave a single scratch on it. The spear was shining with a silver light. From top to bottom, the spear was engraved with scenes from heaven to hell. Clouds and light, holy and beautiful, naked angels, ugly demons and original sins, and the flames of hell. On the shaft of the spear was a pair of angel wings made of mithril. The spear was stuck in the ground upside down. The blade was flat and four fingers wide, like a sharp sword. The edge of the blade was as clean as new, as if it had just been quenched in a forge.
Treasure!
The little elf's eyes immediately emitted a dazzling brilliance. For a moment, she even forgot about the danger above her head. She quickly stretched out her hands to pull the spear out of the stone slab. Unfortunately, her small body was not even two-thirds the height of the spear. Even after using all her strength, she could not move it at all. But at this time, a crystal-like icicle shot from the top of her head and hit her wide cloak. The impact of the icicle directly pulled the little elf up from the ground with a scream. Together with her spear, she was directly dragged out and nailed to a nearby wooden stake.
"Damn thief!" The young man next to the prime minister's daughter appeared from the second floor of a nearby building, his body covered in injuries. He bared his fangs and brandished his claws at the little elf.
"You are the thief!" The little elf was very angry and immediately retorted, "The little elf is Nightingale!"
Then, she desperately tried to pull out the icicle above her head. That icicle had nailed her cloak to a crooked wooden stake, hanging her in mid-air. She twisted and turned for a long time, but her short little hands still couldn't reach the icicle. She was so anxious that her little face turned red.
Seeing this scene, Ev couldn't help but laugh, "Who told you to be stubborn!" He raised his right hand, a ball of ice was floating in the middle of his palm, and then he shouted at the little elf, "Quickly put down the thing in your hand, and I will spare your life!"
The little elf was a little scared, but she was even more angry. She pulled her lower eyelid with her index finger, stuck out her tongue at him, and made a face, "No way!"
"You deserve to die!" Ev shouted, flustered and exasperated. He reached out his hand and was about to cast a spell.
"Xianni, don't wait, quickly catch him!" The little elf hurriedly shouted.
Ev was startled, and hurriedly looked back, but behind him was a dark room, and there was no sign of Xianni. He immediately realized that he had been fooled, and when he turned his head, he found that there was only an empty cloak left on the wooden stake. The little elf had already drilled out of the cloak and ran far away. The young man immediately felt that his intelligence had been severely damaged. He was so angry that he didn't care that he was a weak elementalist, and directly jumped down from the second floor. He screamed as he fell, and only then did he limp up from the ground. He gritted his teeth and chased after the little elf.
At this time, Solinz came out from the other side of the ruins. Seeing his companion in such a sorry state, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Ev, what happened to you? Did you see the young mistress?"
"I don't know where the young mistress is either!" Ev gnashed his teeth and shouted, "Quickly catch that damned brat! She stole our Demon Slayer Spear!"
Solinz was shocked. The Demon Slayer Spear was the family heirloom of the Floyts. Count Floyt had only lent it to them because his mistress was the fiancée of Viscount Elman Floyt. If it was stolen, the reputation of the prime minister's family would be ruined. He hurriedly unsheathed his two-handed sword and chased after the little elf. When the little elf turned back and saw that there was one more person chasing after her, and one of them was the ferocious-looking fellow who had caught Xianni. She couldn't help but be scared out of her wits. Inwardly, she complained that Xianni hadn't come to save her yet. She ran for her life until she was out of breath.
She was gasping for air, her face pale. Suddenly, she heard the sound of wind coming from the darkness. It sounded like the sound of wings flapping. She became alert and shouted happily, "Xianni, you're here to save me!"
"Don't think this trick will work again!" When Ev heard the little elf repeat her old trick, he was almost angered to death. She simply looked down on him too much. In any case, he was also a dignified magician, not one of those rude and ignorant barbarian beasts on the border. A fireball had already appeared in his hand, and he was ready to blow the little elf up. Solinz grabbed him and said, "Careful, there's something up ahead!"
"Don't listen to her nonsense!" Ev was about to go crazy. He pushed Solinz away and said, "She —"
But the latter half of his sentence was drowned out by a sharp whistle.
His eyes widened. Suddenly, he saw a pair of huge fleshy wings in the darkness ahead of him, followed by a terrifying face. Under the two pairs of huge horns, there were long and narrow emerald-like eyes shining fiercely. On top of the thick black scales, there were horny bone plates that looked like a swarm of bees. Strong and powerful limbs, sharp claws, and a huge bloody mouth that was filled with golden flames. "Dragon …" The young man didn't even have time to say a word before he was completely submerged in a sea of fire. Solinz watched as his companion's skin peeled off in front of him, revealing burning muscles, bones, and internal organs. Then the blood evaporated and turned into ashes. He was stunned for a moment.
The terrifying monster spat out flames and swept across the sky, turning the whole street into a sea of fire.
In the dark night, many such dragon beasts were descending from the sky. They spiraled into Graystone Town and spat out fireballs to set the streets ablaze. They whistled as they flew over the fire, creating a hellish scene.
"Get out of my way!"
Brando roared. The icy-blue sword in his hand flashed with a long and narrow light, and a dragon beast that was charging at him was cut in half. He carried Cooper and moved forward without any hindrance. The dragon beast that was cut in half fell to the sides and crashed into the buildings on both sides. Like a cannonball, the buildings made of wood and stone collapsed. Cooper looked at the scene with his mouth agape. He finally had a clear understanding of the Count's strength. That was a Ridgetop Dragon, a grade 7 creature of Jorgendy Ridge. It couldn't even withstand a single blow from Brando.
Brando walked on the street filled with blood. The Frost Chant Cinna in his hand dripped with the same color. Behind him was a sea of fire, and the golden flames shone brightly on the river of blood.
Walton followed behind him with mixed feelings. Count Alcorn and the other nobles of Cruz who were rescued from the tomb were behind him. Except for the Count, who was over fifty years old and still looked calm, most of the others were trembling in fear. From time to time, they would look up at the two dragons fighting in the sky. From time to time, there would be flaming harpies falling from above, leaving long flaming trails behind them. Sometimes, there would be screaming cavemen fleeing in all directions. But no one cared. Everyone thought they were crazy, but no one dared to fall half a step behind.
"How far is it?"
"You can see it when you turn the corner."
Someone among the nobles suddenly screamed. Brando looked up and saw the silver dragon falling from the sky.
…
Metisha pushed away the collapsed wall with a crash. She coughed loudly and shouted in the smoke, "Miss Roman, Your Highness, are you okay?"
After a moment, a weak voice replied, "I'm fine, Sister Metisha." Two figures walked out from behind the smoke, one tall and one short. The tall one was Medusa Lysemeka. She had a bloody wound on her arm, while the little prince was unharmed.
"Where's the Roman?"
"I didn't see her."
"Where's Miss Chiara?"
"Princess Magadal."
"I'm fine …" The Nun Princess replied softly.
Cries could be heard in the darkness. Some were dead, some were injured. Everyone stood up weakly and tried to find the nearest person. Metisha quickly found Eke, Sergeant Marjory, Duke's daughter Eugenie, Dilferi and her Knight Nia, Enid and Judith, and finally Nasha. The others also gathered together one after another. Other than Marjory, who was slightly injured, the Knight of the inner court was the most seriously injured. A sharp shard pierced her lung. When she was found, she was already unconscious and had a fever. She was mumbling something in a daze.
The nobles of Cruz suffered heavy losses. Seven or eight of them died. Some of them were missing an arm or a leg. If they did not receive timely treatment, they would not live for more than a few days. Most of the others were also injured. Most of them were depressed, and many even fell into despair.
After counting the number of people, Metisha found that Roman and Chiara could not be found. The latter was fine, but the former was the fiancée of the Lord and one of her few human friends. She panicked and ordered everyone to spread out to find the whereabouts of the merchant lady and the king's eldest son's sister. But in the end, they got a clue from the sobbing daughter of the Grinoires family.
"Before … before the explosion, Sister Roman and Sister Chiara were in front of me." The little girl replied softly, sobbing.
Following that, the others began to recall the scene one after another. Bloomfield, the deputy commander of the Solstice Knights, found the place where Roman and Chiara were last seen according to everyone's description. They dug up the rubble and found a dark hole below.
"This is a secret passage!" Blomfield was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
"Are Sister Roman and the others down there?" The little prince asked worriedly.
"It's sealed down there." Medusa's prismatic vertical pupils shone in the darkness. She only glanced at the secret passage and replied indifferently.
Metisha did not speak. She was an undead, and darkness was no obstacle for her. What Lysmeka could see was naturally not difficult for her.
"Find a way to dig it out." She replied.
A hand pressed down on her hand in the darkness. Metisha was slightly startled. She turned around and saw the Duke's daughter looking at her with bright eyes. "Miss Metisha, we can't do that. The nobles of Cruz are very emotional and can cause trouble at any time. The injured also need to be treated. This is the center of the battlefield. There are two dragons. We can't stay here for long. I don't know what the commander told you, but we have to move now. "
Metisha's eyes showed hesitation, and she gently bit her lower lip.
The battle outside didn't stop for even a moment. The fire continued to spread, and from time to time, golden rays of light would seep in from the cracks of the ruins. The dry wood crackled in the flames, and the temperature was rising every moment. The dragon flew over the streets, causing the already shaky buildings to creak as if they would collapse at any moment. In such an environment, everyone's nerves were stretched tight. Injury and despair could make people collapse at any time and do unreasonable things. Brando had also ordered her to return to the portal, but the problem was, what about Miss Roman?
Eugenie said again, "Let Mr. Eckard and Her Royal Highness take the others and move. I will stay with you to find Miss Roman."
Metisha looked at her in surprise. "Miss Eugenie, you …"
"Miss Metisha, you are that person's subordinate, and I am a member of the diplomatic team. I will stay and represent Erouine's diplomatic team. This is my duty." The duke's daughter calmly replied, "Don't worry, I will never accept the reputation of the diplomatic team abandoning their members to escape alone."
"I'll stay too." Petty Officer Marjory suddenly replied.
The Duke's daughter turned around and glared at him in annoyance.
"Miss Metisha, I alone will be enough."
Metisha looked at the two, especially Marjory's wound, and couldn't help but smile. "If that's the case, I'm afraid Mr. Marjory won't agree. Then let's do as Miss Eugenie says. Leave the outside matters to Mr. Eckard and Commander Bloomfield. We will stay and look for Miss Roman and Miss Chiara."
In the darkness, Eugenie and Marjory's faces blushed when they saw the Silver Elf princess's teasing gaze.
… …
The little elf opened her mouth wide and looked up at the group of dragons flying over her head. After the dragons flew past and turned Effie into ashes, they circled around in the air and then slowly landed in front of her. They flapped their wings twice and landed heavily on the ground. They stared at this little dot with ominous glints in their eyes. The little Elf covered the dust with her hands and coughed. She looked at the big guy through the gaps between her fingers. After a while, she asked in surprise:
"How did you become so big?!"
The dragon beast shook its huge head and slowly approached her. It seemed to have noticed that the other party was not afraid at all. Suddenly, it felt that its dignity had been challenged. It spread its wings and let out a deafening roar at the little thing.
The little Elf screamed and covered her ears, as if she was shivering in a storm. She closed her eyes and angrily shouted: "How dare you shout at me, Judy! I will never talk to you again! You are so bad!"
This time, it was the dragon beast's turn to be puzzled. The dragon beast was a race of inferior dragons, but it was slightly more intelligent than the viper dragons. Even with its huge brain, it couldn't understand why this little thing dared to yell at it. If it could, it almost wanted to scratch its head, wondering how this little thing could pose a threat to it, and why it dared to stand in front of it so fearlessly.
But the dragon was not a race with true intelligence, so it couldn't understand the cause and effect of this. It couldn't figure it out for a while, so it decided to follow its primitive instinct and spit out a flame towards the little Elf. In its simpler logic – if it burned to death, then it was an enemy it could provoke, and if it couldn't burn to death, then it had to consider making way.
A wisp of flame from the Ridge Dragon Beast was just a fireball the size of a small house for the little elf, but when she saw the golden flame pressing towards her, she was stunned.
Judy wanted to kill her!
"Little Elf! You're a complete idiot. How is that ugly, stupid, and dull fellow like me?! " With a shriek, a black shadow flew out of nowhere and headbutted the little elf. Then, the two of them rolled into a ball and rolled out of the range of the fireball.
With a loud bang, the fireball hit the ground and exploded. Scorching hot air swept across the street, and the two guys rolling together were sent flying several meters away by the shockwave. Only then did they come to a stop amidst a series of screams.
The little Elf tearfully hugged the thing that hit her and said happily: "Judy, I knew you wouldn't kill me! You are so good!"
"Get out of here, you naughty brat!" Judy angrily swept her tail across the little Elf's face.
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