The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Matthew leaped up the rock wall with Camelot on his back, and the sound of battle could be heard from time to time in the dead forest at the bottom of the valley. He clenched the blue bird's saber, desperately resisting his desire to turn back. He must be worthy of the blue bird. A trust, we must let Camelot live!

Going up a little further...you can climb up the valley, the rolling sweat blurred your vision, Matthew hugged Camillo tightly again, stepped on the spiritual pressure and jumped up.

The light above their heads was like a guide to hope, but they didn't know that above the Dragon Valley, waiting for them would be Shura's fully armed killer team.

At the same time, in another corner of Dragon Valley, a woman in a coarse cloth dress ran towards Poya Lake. The corner of her skirt was caught by a tree branch, and she fell unsteadily to the ground.

"Ugh!"

The sharp stone scraped her knees and turned her flesh and blood out. Enduring the severe pain, she continued to run while holding her torn skirt, blood was spilled all over the floor.

There was a faint roar of a dragon in front of her, and the blue lake finally appeared in front of her eyes.

Linda wiped the mud from her face, and her moist eye sockets seemed to be enduring something. She tried her best to find the young fairy dragon among the dragons. The dragons were already familiar with her smell, and released her OK.

"Fairy dragon!" She finally found the pink and purple fairy dragon, its tail curled up into a ball around its body, and it was lazily taking a nap. Even though it was dusk now, it always slept very early when it was young.

"Wake up, help me." Linda patted its scales.

Fairy Dragon half-opened her eyes, grunted twice, pushed Linda aside with her tail, turned over and continued to sleep.

Linda knew that she was not as strong as the dragon at all, what to do, time was running out, she was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes, she covered her face and burst into tears uncontrollably.The fairy dragon was awakened by her cries, it stood up in surprise, and licked away Linda's tears gently and flatteringly.

"I knew you were a kind child," Linda sobbed and leaned on its faucet, "please, help me, do you remember that man named Camillo, now only you can save him !"

The fairy dragon tilted its head in doubt, it couldn't understand what the demons said.

"Camilo, that's the one you like very much."

Camillo... The familiar tone of the name made it react. Thinking of the smell and touch of that person, it happily shook its wings and raised its head to let out a loud cry.

"Shh..."

Linda wanted to stop the fairy dragon's cry, but it was too late. The dragon trainer in the distance spotted her and angrily shouted, "Who dares to trespass the forbidden area?!"

Linda froze all over, lowered her head and replied tremblingly, "My lord, I am the original breeder, and I am here to work..."

"Oh?" The man smiled contemptuously, "It turned out to be the slave who was taken away by Camelot, and now we are going to the West Valley to strangle that traitor, you are wise!"

The fairy dragon let out a low growl uneasily. It probably understood what the dragon trainer said. They were going to kill...Camilo?

The dragon trainers didn't care about the reaction of a young dragon. They drove four giant dragons into the sky and flew, "Go to the West Valley immediately!"

The fairy dragon's eyes widened in shock, and it quickly spread its wings to catch up, but it was still a young dragon that hadn't grown up, and fell to the ground after gliding for a few meters, but it insisted on speeding forward desperately with its short legs, The wings tried hard not to hit the air, and finally staggered into the air, and flew higher and higher, successfully catching up with the team of dragon trainers.

"Leader, a young dragon is following up."

The team leader frowned, but he didn't take it seriously. It was just a playful young dragon flying around with Jackie Chan. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it. It's important that we follow Lord Shura's order and rush to the West Valley."

At this time - above the West Valley.

Matthew put Camelot lightly on the ground, "Can you stand up?" he asked.

Camilo endured the dizziness caused by blood loss, and hummed lightly.

Matthew pulled out the blue bird's wide-backed short knife, rubbed the handle of the carved bird's body with his palm, took a deep look, and suddenly inserted the knife into the scabbard again, and tied the scabbard to Camillo's waist .

"What are you doing?" Camillo was surprised.

Matthew didn't answer a word, just lowered his head and tied the knife tightly, and then gently hugged Camillo. His deep eyes seemed to engrave the other person's appearance in his heart, but time was running out, and the soldiers who besieged them It was approaching step by step, and Matthew turned around resolutely at this moment.

"Camilo, nice to meet you."

He let out a roar like a beast, and rushed towards the enemy, breaking one's neck in an instant. He quickly took away the weapon, and slashed at the person next to him frantically.Enemies fell one after another. Matthew was much stronger than ordinary dragons. He could fight three with one, but there were far more than three of them, even as many as 30, but he would not let those people get close to the card Milo took a step.

There were more and more wounds on Matthew's body. Blood was scattered all over the ground on his hands, back and waist. This time it was not the paint of the seven ghosts, but real blood that was dazzlingly red.Camillo clenched his teeth tightly, wishing he could draw his sword and rush forward to fight with him, but his arms were almost out of strength, and he could barely move the knuckles of his right hand at most.

At this moment, a clear dragon chant came from behind him, which obviously came from a young dragon.

"Bring me back the fairy dragon!" the dragon trainer shouted sternly, holding a long whip.What's going on here, the young dragon that followed suddenly accelerated, flying faster than Jackie Chan, and rushed to the top of the West Valley without obeying the command.

Camillo looked back blankly. He recognized the fairy dragon, the one who licked him vigorously in Poya Lake. The fairy dragon let out a long cry again. The beautiful brilliance reflected in the sunshine is worthy of the name of the variety "Fairy".

And at this moment, that fairy dragon was rushing towards Camelot, could it be that it was here to hunt him down?

Unexpectedly, it was an "acquaintance" who took his life in the end. Camillo laughed at himself and closed his eyes exhaustedly. But at the next moment, his waist tightened suddenly, and a domineering force lifted him into the air.

When he opened his eyes again, he had been caught by the fairy dragon and flew into the air.

"It's not good! The fugitive was taken away by that young dragon!"

The mount under the dragon trainer let out a majestic dragon roar, and the little fairy dragon shook in fright, flapped its wings with all its strength, and rushed towards the barrier around the Dragon Valley at high speed.

The Seven Ghosts once said that only dragons can freely penetrate the barrier around Dragon Valley.When the barrier touched the fairy dragon's wings, countless small air bubbles as light as wings brushed over its scales, and the barrier instantly opened, letting Camelot along with the fairy dragon.

"Traitor! That dragon has rebelled with fugitives!"

The angry dragon trainer quickly caught up, and the dragon's body cast a shadow on the fairy dragon's head, and the situation was extremely critical.Probably out of the desire to survive, the little fairy dragon let out a scream-like neighing, and saw that the bones of its limbs began to widen and elongate, and its body became harder and bigger. The wings on both sides were visible to the naked eye. The speed has increased by as much as three meters.

"That dragon has advanced!"

In just a few minutes, it grew from a young dragon with an unformed skeleton to a mid-level fairy dragon form, with a qualitative leap in speed and strength, not to mention that the fairy dragon is a dragon species that is good at flying. Leave those hulking dragons behind.

The fairy dragon shuttles quickly among the clouds. It doesn't know where it is flying, but it only knows that once it stops, the man in its claws will be caught by Jackie Chan. This is obviously the treasure it discovered first, and it will never Give it up to someone else!

As night approached, the temperature began to drop sharply, and the land under my feet changed from that piece of red soil to snow-covered ground at some point.

The dragon's breath of the chasing soldiers has not disappeared, so it should be within a hundred miles of them, but the climate at this time is no longer suitable for flying at high speed with a wounded person. Camillo placed it by the bushes in the snow, and flew in another direction by himself to lure those difficult dragons away.

The innocent fairy dragon didn't realize at all that its huge body had attracted the attention of other people, and everyone in the snow panicked and hid.

"Mentor! Then, what is such a big monster..."

"That's a dragon." A woman replied calmly. She wore a silver drop-shaped ornament around her neck, one of her long purple hair hung down to her waist, and her mithril-like pupils stared calmly ahead.

Her face can be said to be very familiar - she is Pera who has advanced to the spiritual teacher at this time.

"That dragon seems to have dropped something?" the girl following her whispered.

Pera nodded: "Go and have a look."

The three people who accompanied her walked forward together, pushed aside the dry grass, and there was a man who was almost covered in bruises lying in front of him, his face was so pale that there was no blood, his neck and clothes were covered with dried blood. It was hard to believe that he was still alive.

"Mentor... I, I'm afraid."

Pera knelt down and brushed away the hair that covered the man's face. At that moment, she trembled until she lost her voice: "It's...it's..."

With those familiar eyebrows and straight nose, Pella stared at Camilo in shock. Yes, she recognized him at a glance. This is Camilo who was taken away by the Dragon Clan on Yanling Island for more than three years.

There was shock, nostalgia, and sadness in her eyes, but in the end they were all silent and indifferent.She still remembers how the Temple of Heaven on Yanling Island was destroyed by the Dragon Clan three years ago, and the residents who had no time to evacuate died innocently, and it is still in ruins.Over the years, she has traveled all over the continents to find the whereabouts of Camilo, but only then did she know that Camilo is not an ordinary Dragon Clan member, he is the young master of the Dragon Clan, and the future leader of the frightening Dragon Clan.

Pella tremblingly caressed Camelot's side face, slid down slowly, and finally rested her hand on the side of Camelot's neck. At this moment, she just needs to close it gently, and this man on the verge of death will be relieved .

The Dragon Clan...must die!

"What are you doing to him!" A cold voice sounded behind her.

Pella turned her head in shock, and froze instantly. The angry man was none other than Demon God Amedeo.