Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

The sharp hearing brought by the elven blood detected the danger in advance. Alvin reacted very quickly, rushed to the side and rolled on the ground.

"Damn it!"

An extremely suppressed groan of pain came from his throat. Under the sudden attack, although the half-elf ranger avoided most of the acid, he was inevitably touched by the breath. The flesh from his right shoulder to the wrist was corroded and hot air came out.

As a ranger with a bow as the main weapon, although this breath did not take his life, it was obviously difficult for the corroded arm to pull the bowstring, and most of his combat power was wasted on the spot.

Without time to think more, Alvin rolled and crawled from the ground, desperately ran towards the direction of the cave, and glanced behind him. When he saw what creature attacked him, his pupils suddenly dilated.

It's a dragon! A black dragon!

Judging from the size, this should be the young dragon that their team has been looking for all the way.

But at this moment, there was no surprise in his heart, only endless fear.

If their team met this young dragon when they were ready, they could kill or capture it with magic props and pre-assigned tactics.

But now he was alone, and his arm was injured by a sneak attack. In this state, even if he was a silver-level ranger, he was likely to be slaughtered by the young dragon in front of him, which was at most bronze-level.

Alvin looked in the direction of the cave.

Now he could only run back to the cave quickly and let the dirty dwarf priest help him heal his wounds.

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, his speed did not slow down at all.

As a ranger, speed is his advantage. Even in such bad weather as rainy days, he quickly pulled away from the black dragon behind him.

With defense, even if the opponent spits out breath again, he is confident that he can avoid it in advance.

But just when Alvin was about to run out of the jungle, a black shadow fell from the sky, and it was another black dragon.

"Bang!"

Alvin jumped back narrowly to avoid being smashed into a pulp. The muddy water on the ground was splashed by the powerful impact of the black dragon landing, flying everywhere. Then, a thick tail covered with black scales cut through the air and rain, and whipped him with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Bang!"

Alvin had no time to dodge this time, and was hit hard. He flew backwards and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Before he landed, a sense of crisis exploded in his mind.

The half-elf ranger turned in the air with his flexible skills and narrowly avoided a breath of acid.

After landing, he felt the burning pain on his back and knew that the skin on his back might have been dissolved.

The two black dragons in front and behind surrounded him in the center, which put a lot of pressure on him.

Fortunately, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and it seemed that his teammates had already noticed the movement here.

If he delayed a little longer, he would be able to wait for his teammates' support.

David had already pounced on him at this time, and Alvin quickly rolled to the side, avoiding the attack while taking out his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the black dragon in front of him while enduring the severe pain in his shoulder.

"Swish!"

He aimed at the black dragon's eyes with this arrow, but the pain in his shoulder made his arrow less powerful and accurate than before.

After a short flight, the arrow not only failed to cause the expected damage, but was also bitten by the black dragon in front of him.

Taking advantage of this short gap, Irene spit out a breath of acid, and Alvin, who was still in the posture of bending the bow and shooting arrows, suddenly widened his eyes and only had time to raise his arms to block his eyes.

At the moment when he was enveloped by this breath, he felt that his arms protecting his head had lost consciousness instantly...

"Plop——"

The corpse, which was almost unrecognizable as a human, fell limply to the ground, and the remaining acid on the corpse was still corroding it, making a sizzling sound.

In this deliberate and unintentional situation, the adventurer team successfully lost one member.

"There are three left." Irene wiped the acid from the corner of her mouth and whispered.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard heavy and dense footsteps coming from behind her, followed by a rough roar: "Fuck! They are two black dragon cubs!"