The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The dragon flew to the north.

Occasionally, when someone looks up in the wilderness, they will only see a large cloud passing quickly and disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The passerby squinted at the end of the northern sky, pressing the brim of his hat that was blown away by the wind: "It's probably going to be windy today."

The fellow travelers nodded: "Yes, yes..."

No one recognized it as a dragon flying by.

To ordinary people, dragons have long been an existence printed in legends in books. Even if they see it with their own eyes, they will not think of the most powerful dragon clan in the legend.

Isabella didn't care at this time.

The continent of Clavia is so vast that even the fastest dragon had to fly for two days and two nights before reaching the border of the legendary Lost Forest.

This is Isabella's first time here.

The further you go towards the Lost Forest, the stranger the vegetation here looks.

The big trees with black leaves blocked the sky and the sun, the ground was densely covered with dark purple flat berries, vines hung randomly from the branches, and the moist and dark mist almost filled the air.

The sky was always suppressed by thick cumulonimbus clouds, as if a heavy rainstorm might pour down at any time. Although the polar night has passed for several years, there is still no trace of sunlight in the sky here. The sporadic sunlight at noon, when the light is the brightest, will be blocked by the densely growing tree crowns, preventing any light from penetrating the soil.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt earth, as well as the remains of a large number of magic traces.

It seemed like there had been a big war not long ago.

Ms. Dragon moved her nose slightly, carefully distinguishing the remaining sporadic smells. He folded his wings and landed quietly on the ground, transforming back into his human form the moment he landed.

The girl with long silver-white curly hair stood alone at the edge of the dark forest, like a luminous existence, which seemed particularly abrupt in the oppressive and dark environment.

The giant dragon felt keenly that there were countless pairs of eyes secretly watching him, hidden among the gaps in the leaves.

Isabella looked down at the long hair hanging on her chest. She was in such a hurry when she set off that she didn't even prepare a change of clothes or a cloak to hide from others.

If only Lance were around.

Miss Dragon clumsily tied up her calf-length hair and casually broke off a branch on the roadside to fix it. She missed the considerate and meticulous blond elf very much.

Every time I went out with Lancelot, Isabella only had to bring a mouth that knew how to eat. Lancelot had prepared all the other necessary items for her in advance.

But just tying up my hair doesn't make much difference.

In the endless darkness, Isabella was like a big walking light bulb.

There are more and more sights in the dark, greedy, offensive, fearful, timid... all hidden in the depths of the shadows, not daring to be the first to come out and snatch the seemingly non-threatening girl in front of them.

Isabella's face turned cold, her silver eyes revealed deep displeasure and murderous intent, she looked around coldly, and showed her sharp white teeth:

"Look again, I'll eat you all!"

"Shuh-huh--"

All sight in the darkness disappeared.

The leaves swayed slightly, and the world fell into complete silence again.

Isabella hummed softly, took out the map Dean Green gave her and looked at it carefully. There is an asterisk marked on the map, which is Isabella's destination today.

But Miss Dragon didn't know the way. In this dark forest where light and shadow couldn't even be distinguished, how could she tell the difference between east, west and north?

She could only rely on her keen intuition and sense of smell and move forward with little hope.

Fortunately, Miss Dragon was lucky. She had only been gone for less than an hour when she smelled the strong residual smell in the air after the blessing of light was cast. It was obvious that she had spent a lot of energy treating the injured.

Isabella, the owner of this scent, is also familiar with it.

It's Nancy.

After distinguishing the smell brought by the wind again, Isabella again pulled back the loose hair hanging on her shoulders and followed quickly.

-

midnight.

Dozens of magic tents were stationed in a hidden position in the low-lying part of the hillside. The air was completely quiet, except for a few muffled sounds coming from one tent.

Nancy wrapped the bandage on Arthur's hand with a serious look on her face, pursed her lips in concern.

There were three bone-deep claw marks on Arthur's arm, and a rich black energy was leaking out at the moment, looking extremely ominous.

He comforted the girl softly: "It's okay Nancy, you don't have to worry too much about me."

Nancy said sadly, "I wish I were more powerful."

She had tried very hard to clean his wounds, but the scars caused by dark magic were difficult to heal, and Nancy was not good enough to easily heal Arthur's injuries.

Fortunately, Arthur's healing power is much higher than that of ordinary warriors, and the bleeding on his arm is no longer. All he needs to do is remove the remains of dark magic.

"Are we going to continue to wait?" Nancy looked at Arthur's scarred body, her eyes revealing worry and confusion. "Mr. Francis said that if he doesn't come back to join us within ten days, we will leave temporarily. here."

This place is the border between the Lost Forest and Hersius. Across the other side of the hillside is the most terrifying and suffocating demon territory in the legend.

Therefore, there were so many demons running away from Hersius nearby. Even the powerful Arthur was exhausted after ten days of continuous fighting and was severely scratched by a sneak attack demon.

Arthur's face was determined, and these years of hard work had made him more calm.

"Wait for another day, my intuition tells me that an old friend will come to meet us soon." Arthur patted Nancy on the shoulder, his voice full of power and security: "She will bring us hope."

"Hope...?"

After staying in the dead forest for a long time, Nancy, who believes in light, was greatly affected and felt a little depressed. But she refused to leave Arthur no matter what, and insisted on fighting alongside him.

But Nancy never denied Arthur's instincts, she always trusted him.

The girl smiled softly, "Okay, Arthur."

Arthur also smiled, his beautiful cat eyes showing a trace of softness, as if he had returned to the peaceful and tranquil past years, without the fear of evil and death.

He hugged Nancy and placed a gentle kiss on her hair: "My dear, you should also take good care of yourself, and we will welcome hope together."

-

As the night approached dawn, the sky was still pitch black. The air in the tent suddenly became cold, almost the same as the freezing temperature outside, making people feel deep depression and fear spreading.

Nancy woke up from her sleep, quickly picked up the staff of light beside her pillow, and wanted to go out to ward off the devil.

"Are the demons coming again?"

Arthur pressed her wrist and shook his head.

Different from Nancy's nervous expression, Arthur smiled briskly: "It should be that an old friend has arrived."

Nancy didn't know why.

"It seems that the eldest lady is quite angry this time," Arthur was obviously in a good mood and wanted to joke, "I don't know who provoked her. If Lancelot hadn't followed her, I would probably have A beating is inevitable."

Isabella has three wonderful habits.

——eating, holding Lance to bed, and...beating Arthur.

Her tail is fast and accurate. No matter how fast Arthur moves, he can't escape Miss Dragon's tail hammer every time. Even if you are lucky enough to escape the first blow, the second blow will hurt even more, so... just lie down and let it happen.

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outside the tent.

The white-haired girl stood under the big tree with a cold face.

Her long hair had fallen down again, and Isabella didn't bother to cover it up. She carelessly let her long silver-white curly hair hang down like a waterfall.

If any creature without eyes dared to spy on her, she would kill them without hesitation.

Anyway, after traveling for so long, Isabella was indeed hungry and needed some food to fill her stomach.

"Bella, long time no see."

When Arthur opened the tent curtain and came out, he saw Miss Dragon with a small face and a vicious look in her eyes, as if someone had stolen the treasure in her cave.

The sharp beast eyes stood up fiercely, which made Arthur, who had seen countless big scenes, feel a chill in his back.

"..."

Arthur raised his hands honestly and took the lead in surrendering: "Bella, if you slap my tail today, I may not be able to see the great sun of Clavia."

Isabella looked away and rolled her eyes, "...I won't beat you, just stand up and talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver tail behind him quickly flashed and dragged a strange creature in the grass not far away, kneaded it into a small ball, tore it into pieces and threw it in his mouth.

She slowly raised her eyes and raised her chin, "I've cleaned up all the dirty things around you, why don't you thank me properly?"

Arthur laughed and scratched the back of his head. There was a dull hair dangling on the messy bird's nest head.

The friendship between the two has not diluted because they have not seen each other for all these years. In front of Isabella, Arthur seems to have returned to his innocent and carefree boyhood, and even the wrinkles left by the frown between his eyebrows have faded a lot.

Isabella glanced at Arthur's bandaged arm from the corner of her eye, "We haven't seen you for so long, why are you still so clumsy?"

Arthur heard the concern behind Miss Dragon's tough words, and his tone was brisk and bright: "Fortunately, you are here."

Isabella: "...Hmph!"

He muttered in a low voice: "I won't work in vain for you, cunning male protagonist."

Arthur: "Ahaha Bella, what are you talking about, I didn't hear it clearly."

Isabella ignored him.

The dragon lady in the original book is not only the free cash machine beside the male protagonist Arthur, but also the strongest fighting force. Isabella wouldn't do such a thankless job, if it weren't for the fact that she wanted to find the elves...

Isabella asked, "Where is Lance?"

"Your Majesty the Elf King?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that Isabella was alone.

"Isn't he with you?"

Before Nancy could tell Arthur about her previous encounter with Isabella in Clavia, Arthur naturally assumed that the two had been together.

Isabella felt disappointed when she saw Arthur's unaware look.

"Sir Greene told me that Lance has come to the north."

Isabella raised her eyebrows and said with dissatisfaction, "I'll take him back. The disobedient elf is running around. Is this a place like the Lost Forest where he should come?!"

Arthur also nodded, "Indeed, this place has a great impact on light believers and elves."

"But did Mr. Green tell you?"

Isabella took out the map that she couldn't distinguish between east, west and north and handed it to Arthur.

Arthur carefully identified the direction and quickly confirmed where Lancelot might be. He pointed to the east and north, somewhere far away with no end in sight, "If I guess correctly, His Majesty the Elf King should be in that direction."

He pointed to the border between the Lost Forest and Hersius, and beyond that line lay the most terrifying demon territory.

"Francis also went over there, maybe the two of them can bump into each other."

"Brother is here too?" Isabella looked a little surprised.

She hadn't heard from Frances in a while.

Arthur: "Yes, he made an agreement with me to meet at the border here in ten days, but today is already the tenth day and he hasn't come back yet."

Isabella frowned: "Why is this rabbit so careless? He insists on being a hero alone. Do you think he is the hero of the novel?! He actually plans to challenge the Dark Demon alone!"

And her own blonde elf.

the same!

But Isabella was reluctant to scold Lancelot.

She spread her wings: "I'll go find them."

Arthur also wanted to go with her, but Isabella blocked him with her tail.

"You should recuperate first. The claw mark on your arm is not as easy as you think. If you don't heal it quickly, it is estimated that starting from noon tomorrow, you will no longer be able to carry your stupid and heavy handle. A heavy epee."

Miss Dragon could feel that the dark power was eroding Arthur's flesh along the wound on her arm.

She was not sure whether this was a necessary hardship for the male protagonist in the original work to grow up. I didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but my eyes passed through Arthur's bright orange cat eyes. His eyes were always firm and upright, and when he looked at her, he was extremely tolerant and kind.

Thinking of their many years of friendship.

"...Forget it, I'll treat you." Isabella flattened her mouth and reluctantly tore off a scale from her tail, still muttering, "Normally only Lance will receive this kind of treatment." Only then can I enjoy it. If I didn’t see you as a pitiful boy today and have a wife to support, I wouldn’t care about you!”

Arthur laughed and turned a deaf ear to Isabella's tough and arrogant remarks.

He thanked her sincerely: "Thank you, Bella."

Isabella put the scales in her mouth, chewed them into pieces, spit them out and crushed them into a small round ball with a strange color.

Fortunately, before she came, she considered that Lancelot might be injured and stored a jar of squeezed tears in advance. Otherwise, she would have to cry in front of Arthur now, which would be too detrimental to the dragon's mighty image.

Tears dripped down, and the color of the small ball instantly became brighter.

"Eat it, it will cure all diseases."

After Arthur took the strange-shaped little ball, he ate it in one bite without changing his expression, not caring about Isabella's overly heavy making process just now.

This made Isabella feel better.

"I'm leaving."

Arthur said goodbye to her and agreed: "When we return to Clavia, I'll treat you and Lance to a barbecue. My skills have improved in the past few years!"

Isabella: "You are still eating barbecue. Don't turn yourself into a barbecue on the devil's table. When the devil invites me to eat, I will still dislike your meat for being too hard and woody."

Arthur was speechless by Miss Dragon's cruel speech. He laughed dryly "hahaha" and let Isabella vent her emotions.

It's better to be a silent tool that takes beatings.

He did not have the great dedication of His Majesty the Elf King, who gave himself as food to the dragon.