The first thing Victor saw were several strange birds with the strong bodies of lions and the heads, forelimbs and wings of eagles.
——This should be a gryphon, right?
Victor rubbed his head and thought, after all, he is also someone who has read the Monster Manual. Although he can't remember much, the griffon is a very classic monster.
Not only DND, but also Warcraft and Witcher 3 games all have griffons, so Victor is very impressed by this creature.
However, until the three griffons flew near the red dragon's body, no matter how urged the elf knights above were, they did not dare to come down.
The dead bones of a tiger are still standing, let alone a dragon?!
Looking at these giant eagles with a wingspan of more than five or six meters, I have to say that this is what a creature that flies on wings should look like!
The dragon's wings are too small compared to their huge bodies
After circling five or six times, in desperation, a knight jumped directly from the gryphon.
After the two turned over, the griffin knight landed firmly on the ground, and then waved his hand to the sky. The two knights and the three griffins in the sky returned to the forest.
"Good morning, Your Excellency, may the green forest protect you!"
The griffon knight said after giving an elf salute to Victor. He was obviously also a believer of the elf forest goddess.
"Thank you for everything you have done for the Mist Elves. The Elf Royal Court will never disrespect any warrior who helps us fight against the dragon!"
"General Ernest Mandel..."
"Ha! It's Filia. Mel has returned to the fortress. You don't have to worry."
Ernest, a somewhat slovenly male elf, interrupted Filia and said
"...No, General Ernest, Your Excellency Victor does not know the common language!"
Filia's words shocked the elf general. There are actually humans who don't know Common Language?
"We found Mr. Victor from the depths of the Twisted Jungle. He claims to be an outsider."
Doso put away his pipe and came over
"I remember you, you were the halfling who was with the Dawn Apostle, what's your name... Dotho! By the way, there is also Yorick, that poor kid..."
Ernest stared at Doso for a long time.
"So your team killed Maxima? Haha! What an achievement!
But it seems that your teammates are not in good condition. Come back to the fortress with us first! Dragon-slaying warriors."
The elf general glanced at the other members of the adventure team in the distance, who were all glowing green under the natural recovery ceremony, and said after heaving a sigh of relief.
"Of course, but let the priest heal my companion first!"
When the halfling heard "Dragon Slaying Warrior", he raised his head high and said
"There is also the dragon's body, that is our trophy!"
Ernest smiled and nodded.
At this time, Victor took his eyes back from the griffins. He had just been chasing the griffins to study their body structure.
To be honest, maybe due to the influence of Garp, Victor's character has become a bit "dumb". Just now, he didn't care at all about the conversation between the elves and halflings around him - he couldn't understand it anyway.
It was only now that he began to look at the elf in front of him:
His light green hair was unremarkable, and although he had no beard, the scar across his left eye gave him a more ferocious look. The green leather armor was in tatters, but Victor felt some unusual aura from it.
Carrying a short bow on his back and two scimitars on his waist, oh! A double-sword ranger! It’s a pity that he’s not a black-skinned man.
But Victor ignored him, because his brain waves couldn't match him in a short period of time, and he couldn't communicate...
He pointed at the elf towards Dosso, and an eagle spread its wings, and then a horse's cry. He was asking the halfling whether the elf was riding a Pegasus, a creature he really wanted to see.
In his previous life in the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, none of the Pegasus he saw could fly...
After all, just thinking about it makes you twist. In order to run fast on land, creatures like horses have evolved four strong and powerful legs. And things like Pegasus, with a pair of wings, have four thick thighs left idle...
No matter how big the wings are to lift a horse into the air, wouldn't it look awkward with its four big dangling legs in the sky?
Victor doesn't have any other meaning, he just wants to meet him
Unfortunately, in most cases, Pegasus is used as a mount for gods, and usually lives in the outer world. Only a very small number of elves who are favored by gods will be given Pegasus mounts.
There is not a Pegasus in the entire misty forest!
Then he asked about unicorns...
While Victor and Doso were communicating via brain waves, Filia had already taken the elf general to the cliff to see the red dragon's body up close.
"This incision..."
Ernest squatted down and touched the red dragon's neck, making an incision on the ground that was as smooth as a mirror, and couldn't help but ask.
"It's Mr. Victor. That man is said to be a strong man from another dimension. We suspect that he is a legendary sword master."
Filia interrupted the elf general's question and said
"Legendary Sword Master?! So the forest outside looks like this is also his handiwork? Are you sure he is a legend? Why don't I feel the aura of legend in him?"
Hearing the words of the female ranger, Ernest suddenly became excited.
Faerûn is a world of high demons. Although it is not as powerful as Pirates, it is also a world where great power belongs to itself.
Especially the professionals who have stepped into the legend, they are two different species from the professionals below the legend.
——Sometimes this is not a metaphor, but a fact. For example, the legendary Martial Saint's "Transcendence into Sainthood" is essentially turning his body into a life from another world.
Apparently he also believed that the appearance of a legendary professional would break the current deadlock between elves and dragons.
The premise is that he is really a legend
Regarding legends, as a master ranger who has embarked on the path of paragon, Ernest knows more than Filia.
"I don't know, see you in the forest lady! I saw with my own eyes that he cut off Maxima's neck and this cliff with one knife, and then killed hundreds of red dragon-affiliated monsters with one knife."
The female ranger crossed her hands on her chest and swore to the gods she believed in.
"Of course, of course, I believe you, Filia, can you tell me more about Mr. Victor?"
The Ranger General quickly comforted him.
"Of course, General! Most of what I know is what Dorso told me, he..."
Three elves flew from a distance and landed next to Ernest
"Damn Maxima, haha, it's really dead, hahahaha!"
An elf with a face full of vicissitudes of life and wearing a priest's robe cried and laughed.
"Merciful Goddess of Life, thank you for finally allowing me to witness the death of this evil dragon in my lifetime!"
"Arne, that's enough. I know how you feel, but the most important thing now is to heal our dragon-slaying warrior!"
Ernest said seriously. When he saw the adventurer's situation in the sky, he asked others to ask for a priest.
Arne is the high-ranking priest of Angelis, the elf goddess of life, and is very good at healing spells.
As for why priests still emphasize "good at healing", hey, "battle priests" wearing plate armor, holding maces, and hanging blood-stained metal-covered books on their waists are not uncommon in Faerûn.
Relatively speaking, the trembling old pastor with a white beard is even rarer...
When it comes to preaching, you still have to do it when words don't work, especially in a place like Faerun where monsters are rampant!
Your fists are not as big as others, so why do people believe you?!
