shut up!The palace refuses to flirt!

"Good day, Mage Heather." Stephen looked at the elf sitting expressionlessly on the carriage with a smile on his face, and gave a knightly salute politely, "I didn't expect to meet Your Excellency here, it's really a fate, isn't it ?”

no!Orthea really wanted to answer her question, but her eyes turned around on Stephen's golden hair, stared at her eyes inexplicably for a few seconds, and said coldly: "I don't know what happened to the leader of the Rockefeller Corps?" I recognize it."

"Ah." Stephen patted the head of the giant dragon beside him, and said with a slightly shy smile, "Fry told me that it is very sensitive to smell."

Hearing this, Orthea glanced at the flying dragon who was trying to reduce his sense of existence.The elf squinted his eyes, and recalled that it should be that subordinate, but this silver dragon scale... tsk.

Silver dragons are born magic darlings. Unlike black dragons, which are magic insulators, they are born capable of using all kinds of magic. The more advanced and purer their bloodlines, the more powerful they will fly when they reach adulthood. Unfortunately, their bodies are stronger than ordinary dragons. Dragons are worse.

Althea's mind quickly flashed the information about the silver dragon, and the picture was fixed on a certain silver-haired beauty, and she showed a meaningful smile.

Reckless silver dragon.

Fry sneezed suddenly, blinked its huge eyes quickly, glanced at the smiling elf, and almost instinctively stepped back a few steps.

Stephen: ...

The blond beauty tossed her long hair, pretending nothing happened, and continued to say politely, "Just call me Stephen."

Orthea raised her eyebrows, "So, Commander Stephen, what are you doing to stop me?"

"No, it's nothing." Stephen blinked, "Well... Are you going to Kadiz in this direction?"

"What about your Excellency?" Orthea got up and was about to go back to the carriage.

"Hey, wait." Stephen jumped up and grabbed Orthea's sleeve in three steps at a time. If Orthea hadn't stopped her subconscious reaction in time, she might have been killed by the sword of light. drowned.

Although it is recognized that the attack power of light magic is not very strong on the mainland, it also depends on who uses it.

"What are you doing!" Orthea wanted to pull out her sleeve angrily, but she didn't pull it all at once, "Let go! Do you want to be beaten!"

"Uh, I'm sorry." Stephen let go of his hand helplessly, and jumped down following her intentions, "I just want to say, I'm patrolling here, do you want to join me? I heard that there are advanced Warcraft activities here."

This explanation barely eased Orseya's sudden anger. She clenched her fists, stretched out her hand and smoothed her sleeves slowly, and said coldly with downcast eyes, "No, thank you for your kindness."

It seems that she doesn't like other people's contact very much.Stephen noticed the increasingly obvious alienation and defense around her, and sighed insignificantly.

In the end, Stephen could only helplessly spread his hands, and reminded Orthea when he was about to leave: "A few days ago, someone reported that there was a thorny earth dragon here that went crazy and killed people everywhere. Be careful."

"Thank you." Orthea glanced at her, adjusted the magic on the carriage again, and then got into the carriage by herself and did not come out again.

After snorting, the two snow-white wildebeest walked past Stephen and Fry with inexplicable haughty steps. Originally, Fry wanted to scare them with some dragons, but thinking about the elves in the carriage, It felt like there would be dire consequences if it did.

So Stephen could only watch the inconspicuous carriage pass by her leisurely, recalling the beauty of the prosperous age he saw just now, and suddenly patted Frye on the head.

"Ah?" Fry called out in a low voice.

Stephen narrowed his eyes, and looked at the direction of the carriage thoughtfully, "Old man, I think my worries may be a little unnecessary."

Fry stamped his foot in disdain.

Stephen probably thought it didn't understand what he was talking about, so he touched the silver dragon's head and let out a sigh of relief: "If I remember correctly, she used the forbidden fire spell to defeat the wandering mercenary group, and What she is wearing is the robe of a light magician, and..." And she seems to have released spiritual magic on her face.

All-rounder!

Stephen sighed so much.

"You seem to have made her angry." In the spirit sea, Frye expressed himself to its dragon knight through the spirit link.The beautiful silver dragon lay on the ground, his eyes followed the carriage further and further away.

Stephen was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Whatever, she doesn't look like she would hold grudges for such a thing."

Yinlong let out a breath from his nasal cavity and did not answer any more.It's not yet a thousand years old, so naturally it doesn't know Ophelia, the arrow of light that once stirred up wind and rain on the mainland.

After walking a long distance, Orthea closed her eyes and checked the carriage with mental strength, and was relieved to find nothing extra.The members of the Rockefeller family are warm and upright, but there is one characteristic that always makes Althea at a loss for what to say - most of their clan members like all kinds of beauties.

If it weren't for their basic self-cultivation, and most of them were gentle and courteous pursuits rather than coercion, Orthea would definitely make this family disappear.

The phrase "be in heat and end with courtesy" can be said to be perfect for the Rockefellers.

Orthea smiled slightly, corrected the running direction of the wildebeest, and then closed her eyes and lay down on the soft couch to fall asleep.There is still half a month's journey to reach the Cades Mountains here. If you use space magic to run over, it will be fast, but the magic fluctuations are too obvious, and it will easily cause some troubles that Orthea is too lazy to deal with. This is not as good as Build a carriage by yourself and lie down all the way.

There were no waves during the next two days, but by the afternoon of the third day, the wildebeest ran to the border between the grassland and the forest, where sparse and mostly low trees stood.There were not many mercenaries and caravans traveling from Yinlier to the Cadiz Mountains. Over time, a slightly spacious road was created here, and there was not much hindrance for Orthea's carriage to run here.

The elf in the car was sleeping like the previous two days, and the guidance left by the spiritual imprint was enough for the wildebeest to run along the existing path.However, even monsters have a rest time. When the sun god's carriage gradually moved down, Orthea stopped the wildebeest, got off the carriage and found a place to sit down, and let them eat something in the field of vision.

Originally, the elf's expression was relaxed and relaxed, but she suddenly opened her eyes amidst a sudden rustling sound, and looked sharply in the direction of the sound.

Not far from the two snow-white wildebeests, there is a dense bush, with occasional tall trees interspersed among them, but this does not seem like a place where large monsters can hide.

Orthea looked towards the forest further away from the bushes, and there seemed to be a black shadow flashing there.

Squinting her eyes for a few seconds, she immediately chose to call back the wildebeest that was grazing, and with a flick of her fingertips, there was an enthusiastic elemental spirit serving her—the harness was put away immediately.

It's a pity that she can't ask a few elemental spirits to materialize and drive the car.Orthea shook her head, regretfully discarding this somewhat disharmonious idea, and could only regretfully continue to apply spiritual magic to the wildebeest, in order to let them learn how to drive the car automatically.

However, when she had just packed up the carriage and was about to get in the carriage and leave, the unknown monster in the forest seemed to have noticed it, and suddenly moved a lot more urgently, and faintly let out a few low growls.

In fact, when seeing this thorny ground dragon miraculously jumping out of the woods, Orthea was not surprised to see this ugly guy, she just thought of one thing at the first time, a thing that was enough to make The reason for her headache popped out of her mind in an instant - Stephen is probably about to catch up!

In this regard, Orthea, who didn't want to see Rockefeller very much, bared her teeth slightly, showing a sneer and mocking you.

She chanted the spell silently, and a light golden barrier enveloped the carriage.

The thorny dragon's scarlet eyes stared at the carriage, or in the direction of Orthea, and the elf in white stood on the door shaft of the carriage, looking particularly conspicuous.

Orthea raised her head and looked straight into the scarlet eyes of the thorny earth dragon, which seemed to have swallowed all reason and good thoughts. From there, she could see her fleeting painful struggle, which was annihilated in an instant. , a thick greed and killing intent almost burst out.

I don't know what came to mind, Orthea squinted her eyes, she looked at the brows of the thorny earth dragon, which was covered by thick armor, and she couldn't see anything, but the elf's eyes gradually glowed with interest .

"Interesting." She chuckled, and then took out the staff.

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