"Where's your dragon?"
After racing through the wilderness for some time without seeing a single enemy, Mordred grew irritated and couldn't help asking.
Mordred remembered that Li Ye had captured a wyvern. It was reasonably fast, so why wasn't he using it?
"I'd like to know where it went too—"
Li Ye replied without looking back.
After leaving the desert, Li Ye had lost track of the wyvern.
Li Ye himself understood that he had only been able to control it through the wyvern's fear of Dragon Blood. Losing contact after being apart for so long was only natural.
"Tch—"
As if he could see Mordred's unwilling expression, Li Ye couldn't help laughing. Just as he was about to say something—
Whoosh—
A piercing whistle suddenly tore through the air, heading straight for Li Ye's face.
A dagger?
With Li Ye's current dynamic vision, he easily made out the incoming object. It was a black dagger he knew all too well.
He had even used similar daggers many times himself.
There's an unfamiliar Hassan nearby—
Li Ye immediately realized this. His relationship with the two Hassans he had encountered so far—Serenity and Cursed Arm—should not have deteriorated to the point where they would fight on sight.
Especially Serenity Hassan. After personally witnessing Lancelot take in the Refugees, she should not have turned against Li Ye so easily.
His brief consideration ended. Before the dagger could reach him, Li Ye drew the Sword of Finale from his waist.
A streak of black light sliced through the sky, knocking one poison-coated dagger after another to the ground.
"Sneaking around? I'll drag you out!"
Mordred, who had also noticed the incoming daggers, was not worried that Li Ye would be hit. In her eyes, such cheap tricks were not enough to harm a