According to Druid research at the White Stone Tower, the Evil Explosive Couple has evolved into an elite evil creature based on the powerful attack characteristics of the elven warriors.
There are slight fluctuations in magic power, and the power is comparable to that of a formal professional.
"In fact, no one among the elves at the time knew that such a situation would happen."
"Perhaps some elves guessed it, but no one expected it to come so quickly."
"Executor of the Elf Border turned to Commander of the Elf Army, Cain Lucis, the enemy of Chaos."
The war has lasted for four months.
In the war with these chaotic evil creatures, some elves died, and some were reborn.
The dead elf sleeps forever under the ancient trees in the forest, and his spirit exists in the Emerald Dream, with us.
The gods took pity on us and drew a safety circle for us called the Elf Kingdom. As long as we are still in the Elf Kingdom, we will not be attacked by the enemy.
But, gods above, we cannot stay at your feet forever. Our growth requires our own efforts.
Mortet Clay, the commander of the Sky Knights and the enemy of Chaos, who belonged to the 1st Squadron of the Sky Knights, ended his prayer and slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, Mort, how many did you kill just now?"
Mott took off his helmet, and the breath of ice and snow in the mountains hit his face. His strong lung capacity made him take a deep breath of cold air.
Of course, some unpleasant smell of evil bodily fluids followed his breathing and tried to invade his body, but was blocked by an inexplicable breath.
He patted the light blue flying dragon under him and said without raising his head, "Maybe more than two hundred, maybe more than three hundred."
"How are you?" This sentence was asked to the flying dragon beneath him.
Just when he was dive bombing, a chaotic evil creature that had mutated into a bone blade blast fired a bone blade storm at him.
The thunder-type flying dragon, which did not look ferocious in appearance, shook its head, and blew out a long stream of white air from its huge nostrils, which turned into a light mist and dispersed a few meters away. Fine ice shards could still be vaguely seen.
"Oh." Knight Nakong also turned down and communicated with his mount partner, asking about her condition.
On this side, Mott pinned his helmet to his waist and looked at the slender bone spurs rooted in the gaps in the solid armor. They looked like they were as long as an arm, and only half of them were pierced.
"It just happened to be stuck in the gap in the armor. Maybe we should write a thank you letter to the arsenal." Mott patted the tall flying dragon with joy in his eyes.
"Sounds like I'm extremely lucky." The thunder-type flying dragon said nonchalantly, looking around in this deserted place.
Mott stretched out his hand and pulled out the sharp bone spur. He also pulled out a piece of cloth from the dragon's back and wiped it on his partner's chest to wipe away the white marks left by the other bone spurs.
"Do you think the bones of these guys are missing one by one?" the Sky Knight Commander thought thoughtfully.
"Then the bone spurs will be shot out and it will turn into a pile of mud monsters?" Another knight companion came over and handed him a bottle of water.
"I don't know if they will turn into mud monsters after shooting them all, but I know those guys will turn into mud monsters when they die." The thunder-type flying dragon said in a low voice, remembering something, and even laughed out loud.
This is true for both flying dragons and earth dragons. Their necks are slender, so the structure of their vocal cords is different from that of elves. Dragons can make many sounds, but elves cannot. By the same token, dragons may not be able to make sounds that elves can make.
Therefore, because of this reason, the prototype of the magic language unique to dragons has gradually gained popularity, but in the appearance of elves, everyone still speaks the elvish language uniformly.
Mott ignored his partner, but held up the water bottle and took a deep sip into his mouth. He held it in his mouth and did not rush to swallow it.
"Rest for fifteen minutes, let's return to the dragon's lair." Mote glanced at the snow in the mountains. As a woodland druid, he was not keen on promoting the growth of plants, but chose to become a knight.
His mount companion is named Grell, a young flying dragon who is also a druid.
Likewise, he is also a woodland druid who believes in the principle of balance. He believes that everything has a balance, chaos and order, chaos and civilization.
Between chaos and order, chaos and civilization, he is more inclined to order and civilization, because he himself is a being of order.
He believes in balance but prefers order, so he and his partner Mort become a member of the maintenance of order.
If one day order overwhelms chaos, it may be time for them to retire after their success, but now, it is too early to say those words.
Greer shook his head and looked at the lonely mountains in the vast whiteness. Such a world was the best.
In those places occupied by evil things, the water source stinks, the fertile soil is barren of grass, and except for stones, even a layer of land has disappeared.
If these guys continue to cause trouble, the whole world will be destroyed in their hands.
"Set off!"
"roar"
The knight climbed onto his companion's back and held the blood-stained spear in his hand.
The flying dragons snorted, exerted their strength with their hind legs and forelimbs, and then suddenly leaped several meters high with the momentum, then spread their wings wide, fluttering in the air and carrying themselves into the distance.
"Welcome back, knights."
"There's delicious food waiting for you inside."
In the dragon's lair, the knights landed on the cleared ground, and the tribesmen on the side were already ready to catch up and unload their armor for them.
These armors stained with the blood of evil creatures have slight toxins, so people in these tribes wear thick masks.
The unloaded black iron secret armor was carried away one by one by the tribesmen and pulled aside for cleaning.
At this time, Dragon Nest will relax, because there are so many knights when they go there, and there are many knights when they come back.
What they fear most is when the knights don't return for a long time, or come back wailing.
Because that means that they either encountered an extremely fierce battle and delayed their return, or some of their comrades fell and the dragons cried out in mourning.
"You know, Keslan, leave one for me." Mort breathed out softly, walked to the dormitory unit on one side, and gave instructions to the lizard chef on the side.
After every battle, there is a rare period of practice time. His understanding of the Druid's path, his understanding of life, and his understanding of death are all the capital for his growth.
"No problem, my friend." The chef in charge is a member of the lizard tribe and has very good cooking skills. Otherwise, he would not have been dispatched to Dragon's Nest to be the chef.
He knew the rules of Mott and the rules of the Dragon Nest. The entire Dragon Nest revolved around the two squadrons of Sky Knights. This was just a small request.