Siegfried, who had dismounted to inspect the soil, stood up and muttered, with a look of realization on his resolute and quiet face.
The tall man turned around, and his figure became even larger, like a statue.
"Master, I probably know what this is."
Siegfried was all too familiar with the scorched residue of magic in the soil.
Rather, it doesn't matter if he's not familiar with it.
Depending on the type of dragon, the dragon's breath will change accordingly.
The most typical and widely recognized ones are fire dragons spitting fire, ice dragons spitting ice, and poisonous dragons spitting acid. In fact, if differentiated carefully, the traces of the dragon species' breath can be deduced in reverse.
To give an example of someone who doesn't respect a dragon very much, it's like a dog.
Dogs will leave their own signals by peeing, such as their own size, such as their own smell signals, and use these to mark their territory.
Dragons are similar, but as one of the highest fantasy species, dragons will not resort to such shameless practices as peeing.
What they do is Dragon Breath.
By hunting in the field and leaving dragon breath, you can leave your own signal.
In this grassland destroyed by dragon's breath, there is obviously a smell of some ominous magic power. A smell full of curses.
Siegfried had bathed in this dragon's breath several times, and attacked despite the high fever and curse. He would not be mistaken about the subtle magic power contained in this dragon's breath.
"The evil dragon Fafnir. I can't mistake this smell."
Siegfried narrowed his eyes, as if recalling his experience of fighting it.
It can be said that Fafnir and Siegfried have the deepest bond.
The dragon that guards the treasure is the stepping stone for Siegfried's fame, the reason for Siegfried's invincible body, and the guardian of the treasure [Rhinegold] that will cause Siegfried's future misfortune.
Fafnir was... his lifelong enemy.
Old enemy, it should be easier to understand this way, right?
Unexpectedly, Fafnir would also be summoned...
However, this is easy to understand - in this France where evil dragons dance, the evil dragon Fafnir appears, what's wrong with it?
Thinking of this, Siegfried's whole body tensed up.
"Fafnir...ah! I have an impression!"
Finally, there is something that Fujimaru Ritsuka has an impression of, and of course she can show it off!
By the way, she knew this because Siegfried responded to the call. In order to understand this man, she went to find information about him. Then, under Yagi Xuezai's deliberate actions, she watched a certain movie that made people
A robot work named Fafnir that is reminiscent of the sky.
(Hey... Siegfried also fought against a giant robot! What a surreal scene.)
Of course, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly remembered that Fafnir seemed to be a giant dragon, but he still couldn't help but imagine the scene of Siegfried fighting against the 20-meter-tall steel giant.
It’s all Yagi Sekssai’s fault!
"But...if it's Fafnir...I won't lose."
Siegfried rarely spoke such affirmative words.
He always gives people the impression of being humble, calm and reliable, but he will not express himself in a special way, and will only protect others quietly and silently. Unexpectedly, he would also say such confident words as "I will not lose."
"Hey, who are you!"
Suddenly, from somewhere, a man wearing a black broken net climbed up from the dark ground. His face and body were covered with black dust, and only his eyes were sharp.
Obviously, this is human.
Arash was not surprised at all. In the burned-out dark land, there were obviously six or seven adult men crawling on it wearing disguises. They were probably scouts.
It's normal for them to take the initiative to contact us.
In particular, you can still see some people in the distance touching their chests with their hands in a small way. They probably have some kind of magic communication tools on their chests.
"We... we are... um... fighting with the Dragon Witch!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka thought about it for a while and finally gave this answer.
The purpose is given directly.
The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her carefully, then looked at Yagi Xuezai and Mashu. Finally, he seemed to have reacted to Mashu's shield. He looked at her carefully several times and suddenly said:
"Everyone, could it be that the Fujimaru Ritsuka and his team in Lyon are you?"
Unexpectedly, he would mention Leon directly. Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded quickly: "Yes, yes! That's me!"
The soldier's expression suddenly became serious.
"It turns out to be you! No wonder... no wonder... you probably don't remember. I was also in Lyon at the time. I was an ordinary loader gunner under Second Lieutenant Bouwanaba. Please come with us, Bouwan
Second Lieutenant Naba is working with the Savior, the Saint in White, to reorganize the French resistance front. If you all help, we will definitely succeed!"
The soldier didn't care that his hands were still covered in black paint, he held Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand with both hands, and said excitedly without knowing the key points.
He had seen the fighting power of Fujimaru Ritsuka and others. Although they still failed to resist the flying dragon invasion in the end, it was understandable. After all, the enemy was too strong. Moreover, he also knew at that time that these people
We had just arrived in Lyon, and we were so tired from traveling and traveling, and we didn’t know the specific battle situation, so of course we couldn’t arrange our troops in detail.
In terms of combat power alone, the people brought by Fujimaru Ritsuka are all fierce men who can ride a thousand horses at once, and they are infinitely higher than ordinary people. Whether it is the blond ax brother or the blond woman in armor.
The same goes for the knight, or the pink-haired lady who looks light and soft, they are much stronger than ordinary soldiers.
Now, when Second Lieutenant Buwanaba was worrying about setting up an expeditionary force, he lacked useful generals! Finally, he found her here!
Fujimaru Ritsuka also didn't expect that he would meet an acquaintance under such circumstances. He was so excited that he readily agreed.
The soldier looked again and felt that the warriors she had brought with her were a new batch. They were all new ones.
like……
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Vlad III carefully.
The more I looked at him, the more I felt that he looked familiar. I seemed to have met him once in Lyon...
Seeing this, Queen Mary quickly stepped forward and nodded to her with a reserved smile: "Thank you for your hard work."
As she spoke, she naturally took two steps diagonally, blocking the figure of Vlad III. The huge fancy hat was enough to make up for the height difference between the two, and the fluffy skirt easily blocked the figure of Vlad III.
The soldier looked at her a few times, confused at first, then startled, and finally turned into surprise.
"You, you, you, are you... Queen Mary?!"
Some of Queen Mary's portraits have flowed into the public, or in other words, they were actually meant for the common people to see and used for propaganda. They are all placed in beautiful glass cabinets. Although the painters are average, they are expensive. The point is not the painting, but the
People in portraits.
He had also seen her several times in the shop window.
When I was an ignorant boy, I once dreamed of spending a beautiful night with her in the palace...
Although she is more mature than in the portrait, her beauty is not compromised at all. This is especially true for her temperament. Rather, her mature atmosphere makes people yearn for her even more.