Silver Dragon [Western Fantasy]

The magician of the Royal Knights crackled and threw a bunch of fireballs and water arrows.At this time, the two magicians on the elfmonger's side were also ready. One of them released the phantom of the monster, and the other released the shadow barrage, and the small courtyard was instantly wiped out under the magic.In the light and shadow of all kinds of magic, the warriors of the elf merchants and the knights fought hand to hand, and the courtyard was filled with the sound of fighting.

The man in the gray robe screamed in his heart after the Royal Knights arrived. When the two met, they fought without saying a word.

How did he disclose the news? After coming out of Elven Island, he made sure that nothing happened along the way.But this is not the time to pursue the matter. The Royal Knights of the Northern Alliance are very difficult to deal with, and this time they will definitely not be able to retreat unscathed.

The gray-robed man was most concerned about the elf cubs locked behind him. He walked towards the backyard amidst the chaotic battle. The soldiers guarding here had all gone to the front yard for support.The Royal Knights are powerful. If it weren't for the three magicians, they wouldn't be able to resist for so long.

The man in the gray robe had already made a decision in his heart, let those warriors hold back, he and the magicians must take the elf cubs away.There is also a carriage with flying spells and invisibility spells on it, those royal knights can't keep up...

Thinking of this, the gray-robed man opened the door, and what greeted him was a faint blue sword light.

The figure of the man in the gray robe suddenly distorted, like a puff of smoke, and avoided the deadly sword light with a strange posture.After a moment, he looked at Samir holding the sword in shock, turned around and ran away.

Samir was also taken aback, he didn't expect the other party to be able to dodge the sword.After seeing the movements of the gray-robed man, he suddenly realized that this gray-robed man was actually a wanderer!

Although rogues are not good at combat, they are proficient in stealth, evasion, sneak attack, camouflage, and deception.No wonder he hadn't seen the profession of this gray-robed man. After all, wanderers are the best at disguising themselves.

Moreover, wanderers accounted for a large proportion of race traffickers, Samir regretted secretly, he should have thought of it long ago.

Seeing the gray-robed wanderer running away, Samir immediately chased after him. The moment he stepped out of the room, his eyes suddenly went dark and he couldn't move.Just now when the gray-robed rogue was escaping, he even set up a trap.

At the same time, on the big tree next to it, the archer who had been hiding in it shot an arrow at Samir who was trapped in the trap.

With his technique, it was easy to hit a person who couldn't move, but with a ding, the arrow flew halfway, and was hit by another arrow, split in two, and fell to the ground.

An elf cub came out holding a small crossbow, and its emerald green eyes looked at him precisely.

The archer cursed silently, and his figure disappeared from the tree.

The elf cub said to Samir: "I will deal with him."

Samir had regained consciousness at this time, and said, "Take the elves to meet up with the Knights first."

"how about you?"

"I'm going after that wanderer."

"Then come back quickly, I'll wait for you over there." The green-eyed elf looked at him, and suddenly said, "Thank you, Suriel."

After the elf cub finished speaking, he took a bow and shot arrows quickly, and the three arrows shot towards the tree one by one.

After the arrow left the bow, he didn't look at it again, but led the other elves through the battle zone and assembled with the Royal Knights.The Royal Knights over there saw the elves coming out by themselves, and sent a few knights to cover them.

After handing over the elves to the Royal Knights, the green-eyed elf cub took the small crossbow, jumped up the fence, and chased the human archer.

The three arrows just now hit at least one of them, and the elf cub could smell the faint smell of blood in the air.He followed that ray of breath, chased out from the yard, crossed the field, and saw the archer broke into the forest with nowhere to go.

The elf cub entered the mountain forest, and the surrounding wind approached him friendly. His hand was placed on a huge tree trunk, and with the trunk as the center, the entire mountain forest was vividly visualized in his mind.

Including the archer who hides himself in a tree.

The young elf shot an arrow into the sky.

A moment later, there was a muffled groan from the tree, and the archer fell from the tree, and an arrow pierced through his wound just now.

The archer was not dead yet, blood quickly stained the ground red, he lay on the ground, looked up at the elf, and said unwillingly: "Elf..."

The elf cub watched him coldly until the archer died.

Elves, noble and elegant temperament, with a desirable beauty.They live on the legendary island of elves, where they eat the wind and drink the dew, and keep company with unicorns. They are gentle, peace-loving, poetry and dancing, value their companions, and are loyal.

The elves, one of the ancient survivors, have been enemies with the dragons for generations, and even the young dragon cubs can't defeat the adult elves.The elves are good at bows and arrows, swordsmanship, and magic. They have extremely high single combat effectiveness and are good at teamwork.Once fought with the goblins, fought with the orcs, participated in the wars among the goblins and dwarves.After so many battles, the elves are still active in Redras.

Elves are the race of poetry.

It is also a fighting race.

The elf cub dragged the archer's body back, and at this time the Royal Knights also ended the battle.The three magicians were put in magic handcuffs, and the elves were also placed.They had just woken up, facing the Royal Knights, they were very alert, which made the Royal Knights feel very helpless.At this moment, the elf cubs came back, and they showed relieved expressions.

The elves shouted in Elven language: "Young Patriarch...!"

"This is where?"

"who are they?"

The elf cub called the young patriarch responded, and then said to the Royal Knights in the common language of mankind: "Thank you."

The head of the Royal Knights was a stocky, brown-haired man, whose hair, even in middle age, was luxuriant.

He looked at the young patriarch thoughtfully, he understood the title, and said slowly: "This is what we should do... Next, I will send you back to the royal capital first, and then contact the elves." The people of the clan will send you back."

There is no problem with this arrangement. The young patriarch glanced at the elves and asked, "Is that silver-haired elf not back yet?"

"A silver-haired elf?"

"He went after the wanderer... There is also a man in gray robes, who is the boss of this group of elf dealers."

The leader's face changed slightly, and he said, "It's very dangerous to chase wanderers!"

The young patriarch was about to turn around immediately: "Then I'll go find him."

"Wait!" The group leader stopped him: "These elves can't leave you, you go back to the capital first, and I will send someone to find him—that silver-haired elf."

The young patriarch had no choice but to agree. On the way back, he comforted the elves in the carriage, but he kept thinking about Suriel.

The leader sent a small team to chase the rogue and Samir. The rogue is best at hiding themselves, interfering with information, and sneaking back to kill them. Tracking a rogue may cost his life.

The head of the group was also worried, but in the end he lost the clue and did not catch up with them.

At this moment, Samir was still clinging tightly to the rogue.

During the scuffle that day, the wanderer used several traps to temporarily stop Samir. After all, this small courtyard was his territory, and it was a murderous opportunity for others.But the rogue didn't run away immediately, the group of elves had been rescued, so he resolutely gave up on the elves, went to his room, opened various traps, and took out a huge black egg.

While resisting various traps and back arrows, Samir's mental power was always locked on the rogue. When he saw the rogue coming out holding a black egg, his head buzzed and he froze.

It was a huge egg, and the rogue had to wrap his arms around it to hold it.The surface is pitch black, absorbing all light, and there is no purer black than this.

It was a dragon egg.

After a moment of stupor, Samir's heart was suddenly surrounded by anger, as if a hundred magic missiles exploded in his mind in an instant, he felt difficult to breathe, his throat was tight, and his hands trembled slightly—there was still something in the dragon egg. the existence of life.

His heart and the inside of his body were already on fire, but on the outside he looked normal.He stared at the rogue, completely forgetting about the battle outside.

The wanderer quickly disappeared, then flashed onto the carriage, and the carriage quickly left the yard without an order.Samir chased after him without hesitation. At this moment, he had a slight connection with the black dragon egg. It was the breath of the same race, which also came from the spine of Mojache, and the resonance of the two dragon races.

Rogues have many ways to avoid being chased and killed, but Samir has rarely dealt with rogues, and those endless methods interfered with his tracking.If it weren't for the connection with that dragon egg, Samir would have been dumped.

This chase lasted for five full days.

The rogue and Samir didn't stop for a moment. Samir was flying in the air, and the carriage had a flying spell, an invisibility spell, and various strange defensive formations.The two sides fought non-stop, Samir launched an attack from the air, and after the wanderer blocked it, he would definitely use the carriage to counterattack.Samir couldn't spare his hands to inform others, as long as he distracted, the wanderer would disappear completely.

Five days later, they had reached the Cancero Mountains, both exhausted and slightly injured.

The Kansero Mountains are the dividing line between the Northern Alliance and the Southern Alliance. It is sparsely populated and has complex terrain.

"You lingering fellow, since you want to die so much, I'll make you happy!" The wanderer looked up at the silver-haired elf in the air. He really didn't understand why this elf chased him so far.

When the carriage ran to the edge of a cliff, the wanderer abandoned the carriage and jumped off the cliff.

Samir jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

Under other circumstances, he might be more rational, but at this moment the wanderer still has a dragon egg in his arms, and he only knows that he must catch up.