Two crying voices suddenly came from below, Muria's expression moved slightly, and the short humanoid figure disappeared above the head of the Red Dragon Outlets in a flash.
A dark knight wearing armor, surrounded by thin air of death. Through the hole reserved in the visor, Muria saw his soul fire that was so weak that it seemed as if it would go out at any time.
But what is interesting is that next to this high-level undead who is about to die, a young and beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes and a toddler with baby fat on his face stand in front of a green-haired young man with horns.
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This is a green dragon that is carrying out Muria's order and intends to clean up the undead.
"Your Highness!" Seeing Muria's sudden appearance, the young man transformed into a gold-level green dragon was slightly startled, and then immediately bowed and saluted.
"What's going on?" Muria looked at this scene with interest. A pair of siblings stood in front of a dragon to protect a high-level undead that was about to belch.
"These two humans are interfering with my execution of your orders. I was planning to throw them aside." The green dragon replied respectfully.
As a five-color dragon, he had no sympathy for the two pitiful-looking humans in front of him. Not only did he not feel sympathy for their pleading, he also felt very irritated, and he was afraid of slapping them to death.
Impulsive, but because of the existence of Muria, it resisted this impulse.
"No, I want to ask why the two of them would protect an undead?" Muria twitched her lips. Giant dragons, especially five-color dragons, don't care about the life and death of humans at all.
"I don't know about this." The green dragon lowered his head to hide the confusion and confusion in his eyes. He didn't understand why this being with such a noble bloodline was interested in some humble and insignificant humans.
"You go to clean up the undead elsewhere. I will be responsible for this dark knight." Muria ordered. As the young green dragon thought, he did have a slight interest in the two siblings in front of him.
I want to ask for clarification.
"Yes!" A green light flashed across the body of the green-haired young man, and he regained his body of a green dragon that was more than thirty meters tall. With a roar, he vibrated his wings and flew to other areas to clean up the undead.
"So, girl, can you tell me the reason why you want to protect this undead?" Muria turned her head and asked with a warm smile on her face. Her golden pupils looked a little embarrassed when they were covered with dust.
Olena.
"He is my father!" The girl looked up at Muria, who seemed to be three or four years younger than her, and answered his question with some embarrassment. This was a being who could command dragons.
"Your father!" Muria raised her eyebrows, "How did he become like this?"
"he……"
"You, wait." Muria made a pause gesture, turned around, looked back, and looked at the Red Dragon Outlet who was squatting on the spot and drooling at this side.
"What are you still doing here? Why don't you go clean up the undead tide outside this city!"
Under Olina's awed and curious gaze, the mountain-sized red dragon obediently spread its wings and flew out of the city, then sprayed out pillars of blazing dragon flames towards the ground.
"What's outside the city?" the little boy Balk looked at Muria, who looked a few years older than him, and asked curiously.
"There are enough low-level undead to fill this city!" Muria replied with a smile, and then he looked at Olina, "Beautiful lady, please continue talking. Give me someone who can let this person go."
The reason for the Dark Knight, even though he seems to be dying."
... Under the pressure of Muria's eyes, Olena quickly recounted her father's experience.
"In other words, this is not only an outstanding lord who became undead in order to protect his people." The playful smile on Muria's face disappeared, and she looked solemnly at the dark knight whose soul fire was about to be extinguished.
"Well, he is still a qualified father. Even if most of his memory is erased, he still relies on his remaining memory and instinct to protect his descendants and people."
"Very good, such an excellent knight really shouldn't be killed. But..." Muria stretched out his hand to explore, and a blood-stained spear flew up next to the dark knight and fell into his hand. "Can you explain, above?"
What's going on with the blood? The undead will not shed blood of this color."
"Sir..." Olina had a pleading look in her eyes, "My father has lost most of his memory, and his soul has been controlled by a lich. This is not his original wish!"
"Just say it properly." Muria threw the filthy spear in his hand to the ground. With the blood of the golden dragon, he naturally hates all lying creatures, and he is even more displeased with the existence of hiding part of the truth.
"Sir, I'm afraid of you..."
"Oh, boring worries." Muria shook her head, "I'm not an inhumane, cold-blooded creature."
"Sir, please save my father."
"I will not save an undead." Muria shook her head and rejected the girl's request without hesitation, "But I can tell you one thing, when high-level undead are injured, they like to devour low-level undead.
The fire of the soul is restored."
"Thank you for your kindness." The girl Olena bowed her head to Muria and expressed her gratitude. Then, she cast an auxiliary spell on herself to increase her strength.
With a layer of magic aura flashing around her body and her strength greatly increased, the girl helped her father up, hesitated slightly, and then asked Muria in a low voice with a hint of anxiety and longing:
"Excuse me, are you Her Royal Highness Princess Felicia?"
"Aha?!" Muria, who had satisfied her curiosity and was about to leave, stopped, then looked forward, backward, and left in confusion, and finally stopped looking at her with expectation.
Olena, "Are you talking to me?"
"Sorry, sir, I guessed your identity wrongly!" Seeing Muria's reaction, the girl instantly realized that she had made a mistake and apologized quickly.
"Are you admitting your mistake?" Muria couldn't help but raise her hand and touch her face, then looked down at the armor and black cloak on her body, "Then you are really exaggerating. What about my body?"
Can it be related to the title princess?"
"Sorry, sir!" A few drops of sweat appeared on Olina's forehead.
"Tell me, why do you think I am that Princess Felicia?" Muria narrowed her eyes slightly, "What I am wearing is not a princess dress."
"Because I saw so many dragons obeying your orders." Olina explained nervously, "And they also called you His Highness! So, I..."
"So you think I am that princess?" Muria looked at the girl whose forehead seemed to have been pinched by the door with strange eyes.
"Yes...yes." Olena nodded awkwardly, "Because according to the description in the rumors, you are very similar to Felicia, the dragon princess of the Orlando Empire."