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It took the red dragon a long time to understand the meaning of Salanduil's ridicule, and roared with throbbing veins: "Elf, you are angering a giant dragon!"

The Saint of Light looked at Salanduel dumbfounded, hoping that he could quell the incident.

Salanduil spoke again.

"Then you don't want to eat him, but you want to kill the Holy Light with your breath?"

"Dragon, no, tone!" The red dragon was furious.

"This is to be determined. Well, since it is not." Sarandiel stared at the red dragon with silver-gray eyes, "Then in the temple of Dui, on the festival of Eli, you open your fangs to the Holy One With your pointed mouth, can I think——Red Dragon, are you provoking the temple and showing off your power?"

The red dragon is used to being arrogant, and was about to say triumphantly, "So what?", but before he could say anything, he was crushed to the cold ground by a terrifyingly powerful force, and the bones in his body couldn't bear the coercion There was a clucking trembling sound.The other two red dragons also knelt down at the same time, as if being held down by an invisible giant mountain.

Before them, Saran'deil held a long sword in his hand.He still looked the same, and the surroundings were no different, but all the clerics who were proficient in divine power could feel that there seemed to be a transparent position gathered on the right hand of Salanduil holding the sword.That powerful force was not magic, nor divine power of light, but it made the hearts of the people present be gripped and they could hardly breathe.And at the center suppressed by this mysterious force, the red dragons couldn't even move.

The holy man of light lowered his head and whispered his holy name.

So easily subdued, the red dragons were stunned and enraged, and they raised their eyes to glare at their oppressors.

"It's not fair!" the red dragon roared, "You use divine power to suppress me in the holy city, despicable! Paladin, you have the guts to go out of the city and challenge me one-on-one!"

"That's fair." The cold silver eyes answered them, "You use the body of a dragon to bully mortals, and I will suppress you with the power of a god."

The red dragon's face was flushed with anger, and he stared at him unwillingly.Then, the red dragon saw the elf raise the rusty sword in his hand and aim it at them.The sword was too old and broken, as if it had been left to corrode in the wind and rain, and it had been silent for decades in a dusty corner.

Am I going to be killed like this?By a rusty broken sword?The red dragon thought, and then lost consciousness with a headache.

Sarandiel knocked the three red dragons unconscious with his sword, and said to the stunned paladins behind him.

"Okay, now you can invite the disobedient guests to the study."

The sage of light breathed a sigh of relief, and went up to talk to his dear uncle.

"I'm not meat of unknown origin, uncle..." The old man protested, walking towards the study of the temple with his uncle who seemed to be decades younger than him.

Finally, there were voices of people discussing in low voices in the square. This happened so quickly and unexpectedly, the servants of the gods were also surprised.

Especially the God Attendant who brought Salanduel to the square watched the scene with his mouth open, and he couldn't close it when the old and the young disappeared from sight.The paladins went to carry the dragon, and the god attendant watched several of them before they could lift a humanoid dragon.And just now, Salanduil knocked out three heads with one elf.

The God Servant swayed as he remembered his attitude towards Salanduil before.

"Ah, God Attendant Zoe, he passed out!"

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, especially for the red dragons.When they woke up in the study, the Saint of Light stood aside, and Salanduil sat flipping through the book in his hand.The paladins and the servants of the gods have all retreated, and there are only five of them in the study at this time.Facing Salanduil this time, they didn't dare to use force, they just stared at him warily.

"Now, you can tell the reason why you came to the holy city." The elf turned a page of the book.

Hearing this, the red dragons grinned at him, obviously unwilling to speak obediently.

"Although I don't eat meat." The elf said lightly, "but I'm missing a leather armor made of dragon scales."

The red dragons trembled in unison, glaring at the elf in anger but not daring to speak.

"Cough cough."

The Saint of Light coughed, breaking the stalemate at the right time.

"I think." The white-haired old man said, "The little rings for the three Red Dragon Lords are enough, Uncle Searle. They are guests after all."

"They are not Lord Red Dragon yet." Salanduil looked up at the three red-haired young men, "If they were Lord Red Dragon, it would be impossible for them to be subdued by me so easily. Messiah, you Can't you tell, there are three underage dragons in front of us."

The Saint of Light widened his eyes in disbelief, not only him, but the red dragon "Your Excellencies" also raised their pupils and became more vigilant.

The old man said: "But their dragon bodies are so huge, and their human figures also look like adult humans."

"I'm also surprised by this." Sarandiel looked at the red dragon in the middle, "When did the red dragon start learning the magic of the illusion department?"

"This is not illusion! This is the transformation magic of the great dragon clan!"

"Transfiguration magic that turns into an adult dragon to scare people? Sounds very useful." Sarandiel asked, "Where is the real messenger sent by Dragon Island? Or the adult dragon that was supposed to lead you to the Holy City?" What? If it’s a red dragon, is it called Direll or Radire?”

After being exposed to the truth, the red dragon no longer cared about maintaining the transformation magic, only saw a few red-haired youths transform back to their original forms with a whoosh, and several teenagers appeared in front of them.The Saint of Light looked at this scene in surprise, but Salanduil had expected it.The oldest of these underage red dragons now looks like a human teenager who is fifteen or sixteen years old.

Red Dragon Red anxiously said: "Do you know where Uncle Direll is? He took us to leave Dragon Island and cross the White Sea to find you, but he disappeared before crossing the White Sea!"

The other two red dragons who were younger, who looked like twelve or thirteen-year-old humans, repeated.

"Yes yes yes."

"Durrell's gone."

"We can't find Direll."

"So we came to you."

"But you treat the great dragon like this."

"You evil elf!"

Salanduil listened silently to the chirping of the two young red dragons, and after a while, he turned to the Messiah, the Holy One of Light.

"Is there a shortage of red dragon mounts in the Temple of Light? Give it to you, and one end will be worth my 100-year rent."

The Holy One of Light was not interested in dealing with Salanduil's ridicule. He smiled wryly: "The matter is serious, uncle. The giant dragon actually let the underage cubs leave Dragon Island, and now, an adult dragon has disappeared inexplicably. We should find out what happened to Dragon Island and the giant dragons as soon as possible." Looking at the dark and deep night outside the window, the old man sighed.

"I hope it's not a bad omen."

Salanduil did not answer, but stood up, and together with the old man looked at the holy city still immersed in the carnival atmosphere.

The night was dark, but the entire holy city was brightly lit, celebrating the legendary god.They praised Eli and longed for the coming of the Most High God.However, Salanduil knew that the coming of Eli did not mean anything good.

Eli came into the world 200 years ago.In the 50 years since then, the world has been in turmoil.The gray dwarves fought again, and the people on the mainland were devastated. Although people finally defeated these evil creatures and drove them back to the devil's abyss, they paid the price of millions of lives; , the two gods fell, and the seat of God was replaced by a new owner; and the elves traveling on the mainland also suffered heavy losses, and had to retreat to the west collectively. In the past 200 years, they have hardly been seen in the Central Continent.

It was amidst all this chaos that Saran'deil became the first and only Paladin of Eli, at a price he would never have imagined.

He once hoped to use this power to prevent everything from happening, but in the end he curled up in the holy city like a loser.And now, another new sign appeared, what could he do?The mark of Eli on his forehead was burning faintly, as if he could hear the cold ridicule of that arrogant god.

Salanduil looked down at the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"So, you don't know why the elders of the clan came to Sarandir?"

"We don't know, Uncle Direll brought us out."

"Other giant dragons on Dragon Island..."

The Saint of Light was asking the young red dragons for news, but heard a soft sound of hitting the scabbard beside him.He raised his head and saw Salanduil slowly pulling out the long sword from the scabbard. The rusty sword could no longer see the once gorgeous lines, but it was shining abnormally at this time. The holy light emitted by it all over the room.

"What is he doing?" the red dragons asked curiously, "That sword?"

"Shh."

The Saint of Light signaled them to be quiet, and he looked at Salanduil with complex eyes, which seemed to be fearful and admirable.

"He is asking his god," said the old man.

To Eli.

……

Carnival ended early, without warning.

According to tradition, the festival should last for three days and three nights.However, the people who got drunk the night before woke up the next day and were told by Dui's servants that the carnival was over and the city of Iranpur had to strengthen its security, and all irrelevant people had to leave within three days.No one knew what happened, and some people speculated that it might have something to do with the guests from Long Island.After all, when the red dragons swaggered into the city, they didn't hide themselves at all.However, no one could have predicted that a series of changes would set off disturbances across the entire continent, foreshadowed by the premature end of the Eli's Carnival.

There was a long queue of people going out of the city, including the dignitaries and nobles. In Iranpur City, no one will relax the important checkpoints because of your secular status.Of course, there are always exceptions to everything.

When the sound of galloping horseshoes sounded outside the car window, the noble ladies and ladies sitting in the carriage raised the curtains curiously.

"Oh, look, that's a troop of paladins!"

A group of about ten paladins wearing silver armor and riding black horses rode out from the inner city.The gatekeeper saw them from a distance, and opened the special side door for the paladins.The paladins did not wait for a moment, filed out, and disappeared in the eyes of the people still in line in a moment.

However, no one felt that this was unfair. In the holy city of Dui, the paladins of Dui enjoyed privileges, shouldn't it be taken for granted?

A girl who was lucky enough to witness the paladins said excitedly: "Oh my God, look at them! I heard that when the gods choose paladins, they choose the strongest, youngest, and most handsome fighters! Especially the paladins of the Temple of Light, They're all pretty boys with blond hair."

"Oh, come on." Her brother said disdainfully, "strength is the most important thing, don't add your girls' delusions to it." But he asked curiously, "But why are the paladins of the Temple of Light Blonde?"

"Because Dui is blonde."

"Really, then this rumor must be untrue. I just saw a red-haired kid in the Paladin team."

"Brother, it must be because you are dazzled by the sun." The girl smiled, "All the paladins in the Holy City have blond hair. Well, there is one exception, you know, the reclusive adult in the Holy City."

So her elder brother joked, "Then maybe that's the one I saw?"

The girl almost failed to maintain her ladylike etiquette and rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Even if it's that lord, it's impossible to have red hair." She said reverently, "I've read "Travel Notes", and that lord's hair is colorful.

……

In the queue, Salanduil, who was leading the ride, glanced back at a little red-haired guy.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing, why didn't I see the colorful hair."

The red dragon Red turned into a human form and mixed with Salanduil among the paladins leaving the city.Both he and Salanduil have outstanding five senses, and they can sense every move not far away.

"Really?" Salanduil said lightly, "Maybe I can let you experience for yourself what it feels like to have colorful long hair."

Red quickly shut up.

The fellow paladins didn't have such keen senses, but that didn't prevent them from joining the conversation.One of the paladins with light blond hair said: "Speaking of which, I thought your hair was colorful before I met Lord Sarandeer."

"What caused you to have such a misunderstanding?" Salanduil said blankly, "Except for demons with bad taste, which creature have you ever seen with such an ugly hair color?"

The speaking paladin sneered and said, "Because we haven't seen you before."

"At least you've seen elves."

"But you are different from them. You are different from any humans, elves, or other intelligent creatures." The paladin said this, and then secretly glanced under Sarandiel's cloak, as if he was looking at him. Not really with colorful long hair.

Sarandeer decided to find out who was the culprit who spread the rumors when he went back.In the Temple of Dui, the Saint of Light, who was praying for the journey, suddenly sneezed.

After a small episode, they continued on their way.

Since making a decision last night, Sarandiel prepared overnight, took ten paladins from the Temple of Light, and the red dragon Red, and left the holy city this morning and headed west.Until the city of Iranpur disappeared at the end of the horizon, and the night fell and the sun came back again. They had marched for a day and a night, but they did not stop for a rest.

"Where are we going?"

Red finally couldn't help asking. He was brought out by Salanduil, but he didn't even know the destination of this trip.

"You said you would take me to Uncle Direll, do you know where he is?"

This is a good question.

Salanduil, who was riding on horseback, remembered the reply he got after asking Eli yesterday.So he, who was in a bad mood, replied to Red almost verbatim, with no ups and downs.

"Oh, my dear, why don't you think about it for yourself?"

The great, the one and only, Eli the Most High answered his paladin.