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Loser approached Isolde at once, raised his hand and tore off the camouflage skin, a handsome but slightly sinister face appeared, and he said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Loser."

As he said that, he knelt down on one knee: "Little beauty, come with me."

Isolde was taken aback and took a step back, but he quickly reacted and fought back without showing any weakness: "Fuck you little beauty."

Looks like a grumpy little beauty.

Loser was in a dilemma, did he really have to tie him back?

Isolde lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "However, I'll go with you." With a firm tone, he found a set of regular clothes, changed into floral pajamas, and tore open a pillow in the corner, and took out a A small package on the back, asked: "How to get there?"

Loser, who was already stunned: "..."

Lorother: "You are well prepared!"

Isolde patted the sturdy package proudly: "Of course."

Then how to run happily, Lorother took out a crumpled map from his butt pocket, frowned and pointed on the map: "Well, we are now... this room, and from here Go, you can avoid the guards...then..."

"Are you so unreliable?" Isolde grabbed Lorother's hand, "Forget it, follow me."

When he walked to the door, Isolde stopped and groped on the wall with his hands. There was a soft sound, and the whole room was lit up with the sound. Isolde had a look on his face after a successful prank: "Forgot Let me tell you, there are switches in this room, and there are backup light sources."

Loser: "..."

Isolde led Lother through the corridors and came to a door, but this time the door was locked.Isolde took out a bunch of keys from the package, and the two walked in easily.

The room was very empty, and above it was a window designed as a church stained glass. The multicolored glass formed a fat dragon that was breathing fire, and a milky-white stone the size of a fist was placed on the high platform in the middle of the room.

Lother asked, "Is this a pumice stone?"

"Well, the whole castle in the air is supported by this small stone - how about we secretly take it away?" Isolde rubbed his chin and thought.

Lorther was speechless. I am afraid that the entire castle would fall from the sky in an instant after the stone was removed. Even though there were no residents below the castle, the scene could be called grand.

He also saw that the so-called most precious treasure "Heart of the Forest" should be like a forbidden existence to the evil dragon monarch. Maybe the castle in the sky was built to hide the treasure carefully and keep it away from the world. Gem-filled caves are, after all, the rough dragon's favorite place to live.

And this air castle is like a huge and gorgeous prison.

Lother is the child of a human woman and an elf. He was born with black hair and black eyes, which is disliked by pure blood elves. Since his father died in the battle with the dragon, he and his mother were expelled to the dark forest.The dark forest accepts all excluded races. He grew up there until he was ten years old. He learned fighting skills with berserkers, delved into strange skills with dwarves, and even practiced charm with demons...

However, the war broke out again. The evil dragons took a fancy to the unique obsidian in the dark forest and wanted to take it as their own. There is no race in the whole continent who does not know that the mine that the evil dragon is interested in will not hollow out the mountain and cut through the ground. I will not let it go.But the dark forest is already the last home of this group of abandoned people. They rise up to resist and stick to it to the death, and even the youngest children will serve as backup personnel.

The evil dragon family is indeed the most powerful race on the mainland. An adult dragon that has transformed into its original form is enough to cover the sky and block out the sun. Lorther's body size at that time may not be as big as a dragon's toe.

But their race has only two fatal flaws.

First, they are born solitary animals, like to fight alone, never obey orders, and never learn to work as a team.However, the abyssal evil dragon clan that rose at that time established the first evil dragon empire with overwhelming strength, gradually unified the scattered evil dragons, and assembled a large army of dragon clans.

The second point is that this race has low fertility, and the estrus period is determined by sex. Young dragon cubs are not easy to raise, naughty and active, and the accident rate ranks first in the mainland.

Lowther thought, We'll win!

But the cruel reality immediately slapped him hard, causing his head to bleed.

The previous emperor, seeing that he was unable to attack for a long time during the war, changed his generals at will, and the fifteen-year-old prince Nozdormu Knopfleri took the lead.

This is a born war machine.

He never cared about the discord between those dragons. For him, victory was a battle song of carnage and blood.For war, fighting alone or working as a team is just the way to win.He gambled on the rare gems in the world, and easily provoked the bloodthirsty desire of these "demons", but he himself did not have the slightest interest in this battle, and spent most of his time lazily nestling in the base camp.

The Dark Forest retreated steadily, and the blood of the foreign compatriots infected the entire barren land. During that time, Lother thought that the sky was also dark red.

The day of his escape was also the day when the dark forest side was defeated and fled. His mother held his hand and wanted to escape from the forest in a panic.When they were about to run out of the border of the dark forest, a cold and murderous aura suddenly came, and Lorother and his mother stood there in shock, as if their hearts were tightly clenched by one hand.

The humanoid red-haired evil dragon stood in front of the mother and child, sticking out the tip of its tongue, licking the blood splashed on the corner of its mouth: "Want to escape?"

At this time, the horn sounded clearly from behind.Under the threat of death, Lother could only think vaguely: The sound of the horn...we...surrendered.

The red-haired dragon looked up at the direction of the sound of the horn, clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, moved his paws that had not yet fully transformed into a human form, stained with sticky blood, and raised his hand in the direction of Lorther— —

"Allez·Kors Tassa," a gust of wind came, the leaves rustled, accompanied by the figure of the dragon, and the dragon's pressure with a violent breath enveloped the space, the dragon said, "the other party surrendered."

Alai still didn't put down his claws, he didn't move, and the smaller dragon calmly put on a fighting posture. The two dragons faced each other, their swords were tense, as if the air had stopped flowing.

It seemed as long as a century, or maybe it was just a blink of an eye, Alai compromised, and he spread his hands helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'm up to you."

Then he turned and left while muttering softly: "I don't have the habit of abusing prisoners of war either..."

The moment Alai turned around, Lother went limp. He knew that at least the dragon that hadn't left had no intention of killing them.His sanity gradually came back to his senses, and he felt the hurricane blowing around him due to the dragon flapping its wings. Lorther summoned up all his courage to look up, and saw the dragon shape of Nozdormu, the future dragon lord, for the first time.

The black scales gleamed, and the cold and brilliant golden eyes looked like something inorganic, staring indifferently at the battlefield ahead.

The hurricane became more and more violent, and Lorother couldn't open his eyes. A huge black shadow flew across the sky.

Finally, all the dragons left.