Don't move at all!
Stay on alert!
The silent drow waved his tactical gesture.
If the drow hadn't stabilized the situation in time, any slight disturbance would have caused these 'stressed' elves to blow up the camp on the spot.
But they just held their breath and stayed in place for more than half an hour, and they did not find or encounter any bugbears, kobolds or even half-dragon elves.
"What should we do? Retreat or not?" Elf Yevgeny asked in a low voice.
"Do you dare?" Zhuoer sneered indifferently to a certain tacit situation.
Anyway, the soul is in the hands of the red dragon master, so the drow who should cherish their lives the most have become extremely fearless, which is really ironic.
"..." She has also become fearless after countless death requests and rejections. Yevgeny said in her heart that she wants to dare, but you can't give in with your soul squeezed into a prism!
And if she dared to have a single thought, she didn't know what kind of unspeakable punishment she would suffer from this devil drow.
But she has been through a lot these days and is almost used to it.
Anyway, it seemed that Drow had done all the tricks that could be thought of, could not think of, and were unimaginable to ordinary people before this. She, who had gone through many battles in body, mind and soul, was actually looking forward to this in her heart now. Only Zhuoer can bring some unexpected tricks and surprises to himself.
This kind of experience and mental journey would be enough to explode in an ordinary person. If it were applied to David, he would probably be able to get [Slaanesh] to at least three digits.
It's a pity that even if David can probably guess it, he probably doesn't want to experience this extraordinary experience that is neither human nor dragon.
Most of them have not been able to evolve into a god-level creature, but have become a dragon toy that was broken by the drow first.
"We may be lucky, this is probably an empty nest." Yevgeny's soul blew against the drow's ear in the prism.
"It's unlikely." Drow pushed the elf's face away and frowned.
Just when all the elves breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they could successfully leave this thrilling journey.
Two piercing sounds suddenly appeared in the low altitude one after another.
"The dragon is coming! Run away!!!"
I don't know which elf suddenly broke down and yelled.
More than two hundred elven prisoners of war immediately scattered in all directions like frightened hamsters.
Even Drow and Yevgeny, who had shown fearlessness before, were no different.
After all, as long as a dragon comes, no matter which dragon it is, the goal set by the master has been achieved.
If I don't run now, I won't wait until later.
Who would like to seek death if they don't want to die?
They are vaguely discovering a new realm of pleasure, but they haven't lived long enough. As elves, they still have six to seven hundred years for them to explore new limits of happiness together.
However, two dragon shadows passed over their heads one after another, but no elf screamed before death. The elves who had originally collapsed and scattered suddenly stopped rushing to escape.
Because there is another possibility.
As the elves looked up.
Sure enough, there were two red figures, one strong and one thin.
It was their red dragon master David and his new red dragon mistress.
Of course, they only dare to criticize a few things in their hearts, and even their companions or best friends do not dare to communicate about this gossip.
After all, they are all elves who have lived for hundreds of years, so who can talk about fasting?
On weekdays, even if we go out for a meal or go shopping together, we can have eight hundred quarrels with each other.
Now they are all prisoners of war. God knows whether the other party will betray them for freedom or to become free people under the dragon.
On the other side, David, who looked unhappy, and Lizlit, a female dragon who looked novel and fearless, parachuted to the green dragon's nest built on the cliff, which was now empty.
As for David, his sister didn’t come with him this time:
Tanya gave their empty-nest mother Pavla a taste of elven specialties from the new world of Devensel.
After all, it was important to catch the dragon, but it was equally important to keep their old red dragon mother in a happy mood.
It's much better to buy some snacks for nothing and then stay at home and sleep well, to intimidate and protect the brothers and sisters from a distance, than to just eat and walk around and beat David up with nothing to do, right?
"It seems that within this year, the only dragon you can rely on is me."
The 'busy work' had been prepared for nearly a month, but it suddenly came to nothing. For some reason, Lizlit was in an inexplicable good mood, and even teased David who looked unhappy.
"Made, I just stared at you in the sky and moved away overnight? Are these green dragons so sensitive? Is that the case?"
But David was halfway through cursing when he suddenly remembered something:
"No...could it be?"
He raised his upper limbs and sniffed hard, and was stunned again. Then he pressed Lizlit's head on his neck and said:
"It doesn't smell like anything anymore. Smell it and see!"
"What are you doing? I haven't even agreed yet..." Lizlit, who was suddenly forced to be in close contact with this evil dragon, struggled instinctively.
Just as some subtle elements were inhaled into the nasal cavity, Lizlit immediately became confused like a cat that smelled the smelly socks of its human owner. She opened her mouth slightly, twisted her buttocks involuntarily, and slapped her tail. A shiver.
His expression also changed from shy, resistant, shocked, ecstatic at the beginning to infatuated like a slut. His entire upper body was hung on David's body and he sniffed wildly, only to lick it with his tongue:
"Wow! It's the smell of Lady Pafula! Let me taste it carefully, just for a while!"
"Go away!"
Like a scum dragon that had already succeeded, David pushed away the slut dragon who had let go of her guard, with a look of pain on his face.
What the fuck he said was actually the truth:
'Come here, don't move, I will mark you, so that you will be the same as your sister Tanya, and no other dragon will dare to provoke you. '
However, this scent mark may not be obvious to young dragons whose pheromone ligament olfactory system has not yet fully developed.
But for those dragons who have entered their youth and are fully developed, this mark is probably the same as the 'red name' in the legend.
Except for those who have a grudge and can take revenge, most of them retreat obediently before he approaches.
For the first time, David realized how burdensome and heavy the 'love' from his mother was.
As long as he bears the mark of this legendary calamity, he is now standing outside Pavla's territory, let alone within the territory. I am afraid that not many dragons above young age dare to approach him easily.
"Damn it, let's go, let's go, there's no chance, it's all gone."
Let's just go to the New World to smuggle a batch of 'munitions' and earn Long Sheng's first pot of gold first.
But just as the cursing David was waving his tail and preparing to lead a group of minions back to his territory, a sweet and charming voice that seduced the dragon's soul came from the cave behind the empty dragon's nest:
"Oh, it's actually the Son of Red Calamity. His Highness David Yutos is here. It's really a long way to welcome him."
"alert!"
As soon as they heard the voice of this mature seducer, the scales of the two red dragons, David and Lizlit, stood up at the same time and they turned around sharply.
They all looked at the cave that should have been empty in disbelief. At the same time, they leaned down and raised their tails, bared their teeth and claws, as if they were ready to fight a strong enemy.
He really didn't expect that a green dragon would actually play a reverse empty city strategy with him.
In the depths of the dark and vine-covered cave, two dark green lights slowly lit up like emeralds in the night. The owner was talking, walking out of the cave with an elegant gait, and facing the other with the etiquette of the Dragon Age. David bowed and bowed, completely ignoring the red dragon Lizlit who was already trembling due to instinct.
But before she could continue to speak, someone among the high elves who had just climbed up the mountainside with Lao Tie on her back shouted:
"Oh my god! The green dragon has left its nest! Run away!!!"
The elven prisoners of war, who had been tortured by the green dragon for a long time, were like frightened hamsters again.
Dispersed in a hurry.
