"Well, I don't have the authority to do this." Mort frowned.
Although ice and snow spiders are good things, with multiple eggs, strong reproductive capacity, and large size, they can easily cause ecological imbalance in the area, but the key is that they taste good.
But this is no reason to let the air knights hunt rabbits.
The enemies of the Sky Knight should be chaotic evil creatures, truly powerful enemies, rather than fighting for food.
"Okay, it seems I'm the only one going there." Keslan took off the white hat on his head and picked the two pairs of sharp corners on his head.
"Can you do it alone?" Mort moved the food to his mouth at an unhurried pace. Although the food on the plate was disappearing at a terrifying speed, it looked quite elegant.
"I'm a chef. How can I be a chef if I can't even cook some ingredients?"
Chef Mort raised his head and looked up and down at the lizard man in front of him who claimed to be the chef.
Damn it, chef, do you want to be a dragon chef?
"Don't look at me like that, why can't druids be chefs?" Keslan protested, looking at the knight commander's expression of seeing a ghost.
"No, I just want to say, no wonder the food you make tastes better than the food made by others."
Mort changed the topic and continued to eat the delicious food with his head down.
Keslan shrugged. He seemed to be addicted to this action. After pulling out the small bench from behind, he muttered and walked to the kitchen.
"Okay, you can eat first, I have to report to the superiors."
This is a secret base that strictly speaking cannot be disclosed, but in fact the only ones that can attack here are the evil creatures of chaos.
At least so far, the enemies of the Elf Kingdom are either dead or have become one of their own.
But the less people know about it, the easier it will be for security here, because the superiors don't want this place to become a well-known secret.
"Goodbye."
Mort waved to Keslan, maybe he can eat fresh and delicious spider legs tonight.
After feasting for a while, the Lord Knight raised his head and carried the clean dinner plate to the washing table aside, where someone would come to clean it.
The Sky Knights' daily routine consists of combat and training. The three hours after returning are recognized as rest time. Unless the highest level of emergency mobilization is launched, it will not be their turn to take action.
"Hey, Mort, you're finally out." At the entrance of the dragon's nest, his friend Greer was lying on a dry tree trunk lying on the ground, with his wings lazily hanging on the ground.
Mort approached and patted Greer's wings, taking it as a greeting.
Greer rolled his eyes. The smooth light blue armor was very healthy, shiny and flexible.
"That's good, okay, let's continue to develop spells. By the way, where did we develop yesterday?" Mort took out a thin notebook from behind, opened it, and searched for the paper with dense small words written on it.
"Three-ring spell, thunder wave." The light blue flying dragon raised its tail and raised its head.
"Yes, the fluctuation of thunder. Based on the fluctuation feedback of the thunder element, we can have an extra pair of eyes that can penetrate the fog."
"In this way, even in an unfamiliar environment, we can master the local environment in a short period of time and operate according to the terrain."
Mort flipped through the back of his notebook carefully, found the end of yesterday's work, and continued writing.
"I said, isn't it good to continue to develop eye-type spells? Why should we make a fuss about this aspect?" Greer was puzzled and didn't understand why his partner didn't develop a spell that could allow him to see farther.
Mott paused, said without raising his head, and continued writing in the notebook, "It's not necessary, because there are already enough spells to develop eyes in the White Stone Tower. It's the same with or without me."
"As for thunder spells, apart from its destructive power, few people pay attention to its more sophisticated applications."
"According to the induction of lightning, he has some characteristics that other spells cannot match. If it is successfully developed, I believe there will be more sky knights who would not mind adding another spell."
Greer shook his armor and swung his tail back and forth. He was a thunder-type flying dragon, and this research hit his line of work.
Regarding Mott's thoughts, he also had some ideas to add.
"Okay, remember to add my name when the book is published." The thunder dragon Grell muttered, and his long neck seemed to be shaking.
"The 1st Squadron of Sky Knights, Knight Commander Mott."
Halfway through the afternoon, the second person in charge of Dragon Nest brought a strange elf to find Mott, who was studying spells.
"Hello." Mort woke up from the state of simulating spells, stood up and looked at the strange elf in front of him.
"There is a top-secret mission that you need to complete. Is there any problem?" The elf with a high status in the dragon's nest looked closely at the most heroic sky knight.
During these four months of war, the most active Sky Knight was the elf in front of him.
One elf even asserted that if he did not die, he could even gaze upon the legend.
However, the prerequisite is not to die.
"No problem." Mort looked as usual, he smelled the smell of battle.
The strange elf is wearing civilian clothes, and his leadership is not low, and now is the peak period of the war. At this time, he appears in the dragon's lair...
Are they planning to start a full-scale war?
Mort thought of a possibility.
"Okay, you two, your equipment is on the way. Someone will send you the specific information later."
Mort and Greer looked at each other, both seeing the deep meaning in each other's eyes.
"The sinkhole in the northwest, is this real?"
In the most advanced conference room of Dragon's Lair, a group of elves were staying in the combat conference room, looking at the situation map made to scale in the center.
There are some elves who are resident in the dragon's nest here, and there are also some unfamiliar faces.
They were whispering and discussing around the map.
"According to information from the Black Crow Scouts, there is a huge crater with a diameter of one kilometer twenty kilometers northwest of the Black Iron City."
"It is speculated that these chaotic evil things are hidden there."
An elf held a short baton, pointed on the map, and circled a location.
"Twenty kilometers." Some elves were silent and frowned. The distance of twenty kilometers is neither far nor close.
For an aerial knight, a distance of twenty kilometers is only a matter of one or two minutes of flying at full speed.
For combat units on the ground, it only takes an hour or two.