A gentle breeze blew through the surrounding lush canopy, making rustling sounds as the branches and leaves swayed. The sunlight falling through the gaps also swayed slightly, casting mottled gold fragments on the ground covered with fallen leaves.
It feels like the sun is just right and the air is quiet.
It's just----
It's hard for Gabriel to think this way while he's lying on the ground.
At this time, Gold Dragon was no longer the confident and calm person he had been with his peers just now. His body was covered with scars that looked like they had been torn apart by sharp objects, his skin was torn apart, his eyes were blurred, and his chest was heaving violently.
Opposite is Red Iron Dragon, who doesn't even have a speck of dust on his body.
His scales were smooth and clean, reflecting the dappled sunlight, as if the instructions just now were just a walk for him.
Garos's guidance always starts from actual practice.
He used Shapeshifting Spell to control his body size to one size smaller than Gold Dragon, and at the same time strictly limited the power he exerted to the Legendary Realm.
Then, he pointed out Gold Dragon severely.
This treacherous son, in front of all Metal Dragon peers, discussed his private life with great interest, adding fuel to the fire and vividly.
Absolutely no tolerance!
"No, I'm not so narrow-minded, it has nothing to do with it." Garos thought to himself, "It's just because Gabriel asked me for advice, and then I handled the matter with a serious and responsible attitude."
He has never been a petty dragon, and he is even more magnanimous when it comes to disrespecting his offspring.
And his broadmindedness also won the respect of all his descendants.
It is not an exaggeration to describe the relationship between them as "father is kind and son is filial". For example, the eldest son of Red Dragon, the most unruly and rebellious, is always respectful and well-behaved in front of him, without any hint of rebellion.
"Father----Father."
"Did you--did you hear something before?"
Gold Dragon grinned and raised half of his body from the ground, moving cautiously.
"No."
Garos said without changing his expression.
He looked at Gold Dragon seriously and his eyes fell on its paws.
Among Garos's descendants, two inherited his Spell-Annihilating Claw.
Among them, Gabriel itself is a golden-red positive mixed blood, with strong talent among the best, and also has an enterprising spirit.
"The front claws are not fine, and the reverse claws are weak."
Red Iron Dragon said, "Gabriel, your use of Spell-Annihilating Claw is far from reaching the mastery level. Get up, and I will continue to guide you in actual combat until you have some understanding."
Gold Dragon shrugged, looking like he had no fighting spirit.
But the moment Garos finished speaking, he suddenly turned over and stood up violently.
The sharp claws covered with golden scales tore through the air and tore towards the Dragon Father's face with the sound of breaking wind. This blow came without warning, at a tricky angle, and even three minutes faster than any previous attack.
A sneak attack of justice!
Seeing this scene, Garos's eyes showed approval.
Normal Gold Dragons pride themselves on having a noble and admiring nature. They do not like sneak attacks and other methods during battle. They prefer knight-like duels and defeat their opponents in an honest and upright manner.
This kind of character is commendable in peacetime, but on a real battlefield, it often becomes a fatal weakness.
Because real battles often involve using all possible means.
Life and death, there are no rules.
Normally, the lofty pursuit of Gold Dragon will only put you at a disadvantage when facing a strong enemy.
Garos was very pleased to see that Gold Dragon could suddenly attack him.
However, I am glad that I am glad that I still need to take my advice seriously.
Red Iron Dragon's body flashed lightly to the left. The movement seemed slow, but in fact it was as fast as lightning. The sharp claws extended by Gold Dragon brushed against his wing roots without even touching a single scale.
At the same time, Garos's right wing, which had been raised, struck hard like a giant shield.
Bang!
The wing surface was like an iron plate, and it hit Gold Dragon's side hard, making a dull loud noise. Gabriel's balance instantly collapsed, and its whole body flew out, rolling on the ground, plowing out a long ravine, and splashing mud and grass clippings.
Garos waved his wings and chased after him.
"The timing of the sneak attack is good," he commented as he approached, "But the action is too obvious. Your body has a slight forward lean before exerting force. An experienced opponent can see through it at a glance."
Gabriel struggled to get up from the broken wood and fallen leaves. "I----I will pay attention, father."
"Not enough attention!"
Garos has come to him.
"To develop instinct, anything that needs attention will distract you during battle, so that the correct reaction becomes instinct, so that you can use your energy where you really need to think."
"Come again, use the method I taught you."
Gold Dragon Take a deep breath and force yourself to concentrate.
He lowered his center of gravity and opened his claws slightly, but this time, he did not rush to attack, but moved slowly around his father, looking for weaknesses.
"Very good."
Garos nodded slightly.
"Patience is a hunter's virtue, but remember, patience does not mean hesitation. When you see an opportunity, you must take action without hesitation.
As he spoke, Red Iron Dragon's attacks came like a flood.
Claw strike, Wing Slash, tail whip.
Gold Dragon struggled to hold on in the stormy attacks, with new wounds constantly added to his body, but he could feel that under his father's guidance, he was becoming more and more proficient in the use of Spell-Annihilating Claw.
"In a real battle, the enemy will not give you a chance to slowly understand."
"They will crush you while you are half-understanding."
Red Iron Dragon said, and started ruthlessly.
Unfortunately, the time of pleasure is always short-lived.
More than half an hour later, Gabriel, despite his strong golden-red mixed-blood physique, collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious and unable to get up again.
He was lying on his back, with his limbs spread out and his tongue protruding from the corners of his mouth, looking extremely embarrassed.
"That's it for now."
Garos clapped his paws and said with satisfaction.
He lifted Shapeshifting Spell, and his body gradually returned to normal, returning to the huge and majestic body of Red-Iron Dragon.
At the same time, Gold Dragon quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He did not open his mouth to echo, and continued to close his eyes and pretend to be unconscious.
However, Gabriel felt that his father was not simply giving him guidance.
Although I also learned a lot of combat experience from him, my father's attack was really too cunning. He could clearly hold back some of his claws, but he still slapped him firmly.
A strong wind blew, causing the tree crowns to sway violently and the fallen leaves to fly.
Garos looked up and saw the figure of Gold Dragon Orvis approaching quickly. Old Gold Dragon hovered briefly and then landed in front of him, stirring up a circle of dust.
"Gabriel What's going on?"
Orvis saw his grandson's appearance and asked.
"I just taught him some combat skills through actual combat," Garos said lightly, "It's nothing serious, just let him sleep here for a while."
He paused and added, "Wait until he wakes up before continuing."
Hearing this, the unconscious Gold Dragon's eyelids trembled again.
Orvis looked at Gold Dragon who was covered in injuries on the ground, and then looked at Red Iron Dragon who didn't even have a scratch on his scales. A hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
Then, he nodded, glanced at Gabriel, and said nothing more.
He knew his grandson too well. He was extremely talented, but sometimes he was overconfident and being beaten was not a bad thing.
Orvis looked at Red Iron Dragon and changed the subject. "You are almost recovered now. Are you going to stay at the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm for a while longer? Here you can relax and unwind without worrying about the troubles of the outside world."
, Garos shook his head slightly, and the dragon wings gently unfolded and closed.
"The trees are still but the wind is not stopping. I haven't stopped yet."
Gold Dragon shook his head and said seriously, "There is no end to the pursuit of power. When will you stop? You are already Crown Rank. Looking at the entire Bernardo, there are only a handful of existences that can surpass you."
"Can't you give yourself some time to breathe?"
Garos has no answer.
He looked at the continuous Mountain Range in the distance, his gaze penetrated the layers of tree crowns, as if he could see farther away.
After a moment of silence, Red Iron Dragon changed the subject. "I've almost stayed here. After I say goodbye to Silver Dragon King later, I'm going to leave Dragon Realm and return to the mainland."
Orvis knew his character, so he didn't try to persuade him anymore and just nodded.
"Well. Dragon King has not shown up all year round, but this time he has become somewhat active because of your arrival. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you may be able to come to the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm to get asylum."
Saying this, Orvis added another sentence.
"Of course, don't go too far.
His tone became serious.
"Now Crown Rank is going to mess with Demigod. You have to be careful next time."
"You must have appeared in the sight of other Demigod and Immortal One, and you are the focus of attention. I am afraid that what you did in Orotara this time will be known to all the powerful people on the entire planet.
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"Dragon Realm now focuses on self-protection and does not actively participate in disputes on the mainland."
"If you play too much, Dragon Realm can't give you any answers. At most, it can give you some support or provide some help when you get injured."
He said seriously.
Garos nodded lightly. "Don't worry, you know me. I rarely cause trouble that I can't solve. This time there was something unexpected."
Orvis understood him and nodded.
Indeed, based on his understanding of Garos, although this Red Iron Dragon is belligerent, he is never reckless. He has his own considerations in every battle.
Immediately, something seemed to come to mind.
Orvis suddenly said, "In the conflict between Helmode Dragon Brood and Raging Tide Dragon Realm, you previously sent your subordinate Destiny Rank to intervene."
"It's possible----"
Before he finished speaking, Orvis stopped.
He waved his paws and sighed, "Forget it, this is no longer something I should get involved in. Garos, you have reached a height beyond my reach. I can't give you any advice or advice."
"However, as the father of Nasha and the grandfather of Gabriel, I need to remind you.
He looked directly into Red Iron Dragon's eyes. "Remember, you are never alone."
Red Iron Dragon is silent.
Orvis's character is not so traditional, but he is still pure Gold Dragon.
When he does things, he will focus on his blood relatives. This is both Gold Dragon's tradition and his own choice. When it comes to blood relatives, Garos knows that he is not alone.
He has many partners, brothers, and children.
These existences constitute his family, his kingdom, and his foundation.
But he also knew it.
On the road of chasing power and seeking a sense of peace and tranquility, he is the only one who exists.
No one can truly accompany him, and no one can truly understand his inner driving force, but he is happy with the loneliness in Metal Dragon's eyes.
Red Iron Dragon gathered his thoughts and asked, "Where is Silver Dragon King usually?"
Orvis thought for a while and said, "Go to Cold Sacred Lake. If Dragon King wants to see you, she will show up. She doesn't like to be deliberately searched for, but if you stay at Sacred Lake, she feels the need to see you and will naturally show up."
Red Iron Dragon nodded.
Then he spread his wings and disappeared from the place in a flash.
The movement was so fast that even Orvis like Legendary Realm Gold Dragon could not clearly see the trajectory of his departure, and could only see a blurry red shadow passing across the sky.
Orvis withdrew his gaze and looked at Gold Dragon who was still lying on the ground.
"Okay, get up, don't pretend to be dead." He approached and kicked him twice with his paws, "How can he have the same virtue as Alberto? That guy was like this when he was young. He would pretend to be dead as soon as he was beaten down."
Gabriel quietly opened his eyes and looked at the sky carefully.
After confirming that his father had indeed left, he let out a long breath.
"It was Alberto who taught me." He said with a hint of pride in his tone, "Before I was an adult, he often played with me when I was Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm."
"I learned a lot of valuable knowledge from him, including this trick."
Hearing this, Orvis almost blacked out.
"Alberto----Next time we see him, I'm going to skin him."
He said the name through gritted teeth.
Gold Dragon took a few deep breaths to calm down his annoyance.
Gabriel chuckled and did not answer the call.
He got up from the ground, shook the dirt and grass clippings off his body, and checked the wounds on his body. They looked serious, but there were no injuries to bones or internal organs.
With his golden-red mixed-blood physique, it won't take long for him to return to his original state.
Gabriel looked in the direction where Red Iron Dragon disappeared and asked, "Is father leaving?"
Orvis said, "Well, he won't stay at the Dragon Realm for long. A dragon like your father has too many things waiting for him."
Gabriel breathed a sigh of relief.
He usually looks forward to his father's visit to the Dragon Realm.
After all, my father is King of Atlan, a strong man who dares to challenge even Demigod. With such a father, I am naturally confident in front of my peers.
But when my father really comes...
Because of the huge gap between them, he will inevitably feel a little cramped and stressed.
Especially when you have done something wrong and feel a little guilty.
The pressure is even more obvious.
"Oh, that's such a shame."
"I also hope that my father can give me more guidance. I have learned a lot today. I feel that my understanding of Spell-Annihilating Claw is much deeper."
Gabriel shook his head and said sadly with joy on his face.
His expression and tone were totally wrong. Seeing his look, Orvis seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.
"Don't regret it too early."
He said unhurriedly, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.
"Based on what I know about your father, after he experiences the Sacred Spring effect of the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm, his contacts will definitely become more frequent. Sacred Spring is beneficial to all Legendary Realm, and he will not give up this resource."
Orvis paused and looked at his grandson meaningfully.
"When the time comes, you can continue to ask him for advice."
Gabriel's expression froze slightly and he opened his mouth, but was speechless.
At the same time.
On the other side, Garos has arrived at Cold Sacred Lake again. The lake is like a mirror, reflecting the white sky, and the surrounding air is cold and pure.
Silver Dragon King did not appear.
Garos is not in a hurry either.
He soaked himself into the lake water again, with only his head exposed above the water. The lake water submerged his body, soaking every scale on his body.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the nourishment of the life essence on his body.
Unknowingly, Red Iron Dragon fell asleep.
Consciousness passed through layers of fog and came to the dreamland.
The clouds are white and the sun is shining brightly.
The mountains and plains are covered with bright flowers, colorful and dreamlike. The petals sway gently in the breeze. Occasionally, a few pieces are picked up by the wind and swirl into the distance.
The air is filled with a faint floral fragrance, not strong, but making people feel peaceful.
Garos stood in the sea of flowers and looked down at his paws.
His claws stepped on the petals, pressing the delicate flowers into the soil. The dragon scales shone in the sun, completely different from the surrounding colorful flowers, as if they had broken into a ball of fire in a delicate oil painting.
"You're here."
The voice came from behind, soft and familiar.
Garos turned around and saw Seroel walking from the other side of the sea of flowers.
She is now in human form, wearing only a light green dress, and her bare feet are stepping on the flower petals. However, her steps are very light, and the flowers only sway slightly where she walks, and they are not broken.
Garos watched her approach.
"How is the situation now?" Seroel walked up to him and looked him up and down, "In the previous battle, I saw that your breath was already unstable when you finally left. I was worried that something would happen to you on the way."
"It's okay now."
Garos moved the scales on his neck.
"I went to the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm. Their holy land has extraordinary effects. The lake water in Sacred Lake has a miraculous effect on the recovery of injuries. I have fully recovered."
"Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm----"
Seroel blinked his eyes, with a surprised expression on his face.
"I really don't know how you established a good relationship with the Metal Dragons. If I go to the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realms, the best result would be to be kicked out by them. Those Metal Dragons, when they see me, it's like seeing an enemy."
As she spoke, she walked over to Red Iron Dragon and sat down, supporting her knees with her hands and dangling her bare feet gently among the flowers.
"Metal Dragon has always been xenophobic, especially towards chromatic dragons like us."
"How did you do it?"
Seroel asked.
Red Iron Dragon lay down next to her, with her tail naturally wrapped around her side.
"Profits, and strength."
"Metal Dragon Although they pride themselves on being noble, they also know how to weigh the pros and cons. When I show that my value to them exceeds their prejudice against my bloodline, the door will naturally open."
"Is it that simple?"
"It's that simple." Garos said.
Seroel nodded thoughtfully and then changed the topic.
"Your performance on the battlefield has spread throughout Orotara."
"So fast?"
"It's ridiculously fast." Seroel smiled and shook his head.
"As soon as you stepped forward, the news started to spread."
"What the soldiers on the battlefield saw with their own eyes, Elf's herald, Orc's rout - there were so many witnesses that it was impossible to shut up. A battle of this level cannot be concealed even if you want to."
She paused and imitated a certain tone.
"It's just gravel, not even half as good as me."
"Now almost all intelligent creatures know the words you used to provoke Orc Demigod. Your reputation in Orotara is almost the same as that in Atlant."
Garos's tail swayed slightly, sweeping out a clearing among the flowers.
"Normal, I am the center of attention no matter where I am."
"Like a flame, it always attracts moths and illuminates the darkness."
He was not surprised and said it matter of course.
Seroel glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head without refuting.
Red Iron Dragon stood up, walked slowly for a few steps in the sea of flowers, stepped on the petals, and his spicy claws destroyed the flowers. He walked a few steps, stopped again, turned around and asked, "How did Giant and Elf react after I left?"
Seroel's expression became more serious, and he put away his previous relaxed attitude.
"Giants, feel sad and angry at the death of their king."
"Halduen unified the scattered Giant tribes, established a kingdom, and gave them hope to regain their glory. In the eyes of Giant, he is not only a king, but also the savior of the entire tribe. Now that he is dead, Giants feel that the sky has fallen."
"Some Giant even collapsed on the spot, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, refusing to believe this fact."
The prestige of Giant King is indeed very high.
Before the arrival of Garos, Halduen's reputation in Orotara was almost the same as his reputation in Atlant.
Many intelligent creatures have thought that maybe one day, Orc or Elf will feel danger from them, so they will kill them.
This is what Halduen himself is most worried about.
Therefore, he eagerly hopes to shorten his sleeping time and reach a higher level as soon as possible.
However, no one expected it.
It was not Orc or Elf that killed him, but Red Iron Dragon Emperor who came from the Atlant Continent.
Garos doesn't take it seriously.
He has seen too many so-called kings fall, and Halduen is just one of them.
"What are the actual actions of Giant? They will never just be immersed in sadness and anger."
Garos said.
"They asked Nausir for an explanation and let Nausir administer justice."
There was a hint of sarcasm in Seroel's tone, "They feel that they are Elven Empire's allies. The king died on Elf's battlefield, and Elf should give them an explanation. It's as if Nausir owes them his life."
"Nausir How to respond?"
"I excused myself on the grounds that the empire would not interfere in the disputes between kingdoms."
Seroel said, "They let the Giants handle this matter by themselves, saying that this was a duel initiated by Giant King themselves. The winner was at their own risk and the empire was not in a position to interfere. This was a high-sounding statement, but in fact they just did not want to offend a more powerful potential ally for the sake of a dead ally."
Garos let out a deep breath and smiled.
"A very standard imperial answer."
"Profit comes first, friendship comes second."
As far as he knew, when Giant King was still alive, he solved a lot of troubles for Nausir.
"Yes." Seroel nodded, "However, Nausir also sent someone to contact me and expressed to me that he did not want my Greenwild Kingdom to deal with the remaining Giant."
"They said this is an emergency moment and all forces should unite to fight against Orc and Calamity."
"The subtext is, leave a way for Giant to survive and don't make things impossible."
Garos looked at her and asked, "Will you be obedient and not deal with Giant?"
"Of course not."
Seroel said with a smile, with a hint of cruelty in his smile.
"Giant has no king, and the others are all lambs to be slaughtered. When Halduen was around, they could still hug each other. Now that he is dead, Giant will soon start fighting among themselves among the tribes."
"How could I pass up this opportunity?"
"It's nothing more than giving Elf some face and doing it more beautifully."
She raised a finger and explained slowly, "I won't send troops to destroy them openly, as that would offend Elf too much, but I can support the opposition within Giant, divide them, and let them fight on their own. When they are almost done fighting, I will intervene in the name of mediation and reap the benefits."
"In this way, even if Elf knows that I am behind the influence, he will still be able to save his face."
The kingdom of Halduen is similar in nature to Aura.
The Giants under his command are united around him as the king. Giant King has enough prestige and power to knit together the rebellious Giant tribes.
Once Giant King is gone, his kingdom will immediately fall apart.
Garos nodded and did not comment much on Green Dragon's plan.
"How does Nausir treat me now?"
He asked questions that really mattered.
He still wants to go to the Orotara continent, which contains the meteorites he needs. But if Orc and Elf are both hostile to him, then considering the huge risk, he can only suppress his thoughts and find another way.
After all, Demigod-level pursuit is not something he can easily handle now.
Seroel thought for a while and organized the wording.
"It's more complicated."
"You killed Haldun, and Haldun was Nausir's ally, and he fought with the elves against the orcs and natural disasters. From this perspective, you weakened the power of the elves in Orotara, and Nausir must be unhappy."
As she spoke, she changed the subject.
"But you also killed Orc Destiny Rank, a Crown Rank and several Legendary Realm."
"Everyone on the battlefield has seen that you are clearly on the side of Elf, and you have also directly provoked Orc Demigod. From Elf's ears, it is equivalent to publicly expressing support for them and being incompatible with Orc."
Garos nodded slightly.
He did this at the time, firstly to retaliate against Orc for attacking him and to vent his emotions, and secondly, considering that he had killed Giant King, it was best to give Nausir some face and show that he was not Elf's enemy.
Otherwise, he may not be able to go to Orotara for a long time.
Now it seems that this strategy is correct.
"The most important thing is that you are more powerful than Giant King."
Seroel pointed it out sharply.
"You survived, but the dead are worthless."
"No matter how important Halduen is when he is alive, he will be nothing after death. But while you are still alive, you have shown strength that surpasses Giant King. Nausir's attitude towards you is definitely more inclined to win over you, and even pays more attention to you than before, because you have truly demonstrated your strength and let them see it with their own eyes instead of listening to rumors."
Garos pondered for a moment, "That's good."
"I am also happy to cooperate with Elf, but the conditions remain unchanged, I still need meteorites."
The accumulation of Mutation Value takes time.
If he continues step by step, Garos estimates that it will take him a long time to unlock the new mutated form, but if he can get the meteorite again, there will be no problem in this regard.
The power in the meteorite can directly push him to complete the mutation.
"Elfs are probably considering this matter very seriously now."
Seroel said, "After all, the conditions you offered are not excessive, you just want meteorites.
She paused and asked, "Garos, when will you come back to Orotara?"
Red Iron Dragon did not answer immediately.
He looked up at the Dream World sky. White clouds were slowly passing by, the sun was warm, and everything was so peaceful and peaceful.
After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Not now."
"I need to avoid the limelight now to prevent being chased by Orc Demigod. That guy will never give up after being humiliated by me in public."
"When Nausir makes it clear that he is willing to cooperate, or Orc has no time to take care of me, I will consider it again.
"Before this, I will not step into Orotara rashly."
"Besides, I also have things to deal with at the Atlant Continent."
"Although I rarely manage the affairs of the kingdom, I can't really leave it to my blood relatives. There are some general directions that I need to control, and some things that I need to make my own decisions.
He is now known as King of Atlan.
However, let alone Holden Empire who rules the sky, Atlant still has an area on the surface that does not belong to him.
Unifying the entire continent is a goal he must accomplish sooner or later.
Seroel nodded.
"Then I will pay attention to the attitude changes of Orc and Elf for you. If there is any trouble, I will tell you as soon as possible."
"Orc has suffered such a big loss and may take action in the short term. However, their main force is still confronting Elf and they cannot spare much power to specifically target you. They are beyond their reach."
"Elf needs to wait here. Their discussions are always complicated, so you have to be patient."
"Okay." Garos responded.
He walked a few more steps in the sea of flowers and crushed a petal.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at Seroel.
"My fight with Halduen was triggered by his plot against you. Now that I have solved this problem for you, have you thought about how to thank me?"
Red Iron Dragon takes another step towards Seroel.
His eyes were burning, and his sharp body enveloped Green Dragon. At the same time, he stretched out his huge claws and gently lifted Seroel's fair and delicate lower jaw.
The sharp claw tips pressed against her delicate skin, forcing her to raise her head with a slight force.
Seroel raised his chin and looked up at Red Iron Dragon.
She found that Garos seemed to have some different changes compared to before. It was very subtle, but it did exist.
Facing his aggressive gaze, Seroel blinked and pretended to be confused. "What do you want? Gemstones, gold coins, or other treasures? Just tell me, I can give it to you."
"There are many good things in my treasure house that should be of interest to you."
Garos did not answer immediately.
His dragon claws were still holding Seroel's lower jaw without letting go, and his vertical pupils were looking at her condescendingly.
"Not enough."
Red Iron Dragon couldn't refuse and said, "I want everything from you."
Seroel did not avoid his gaze.
She just raised her head, her light green dress spread out in the sea of flowers, her smooth and tender feet were buried in the petals, and her white neck drew a graceful arc.
"I still remember."
She said slowly, "Some dragons used to be polite, indifferent, and sarcastic to me, as if I was some kind of savage beast, but now they demand everything from me. This change is really big."
"You are really arbitrary and capricious."
As soon as she finished speaking, the dragon's claws grasped her whole body, and the hot breath came towards her.
Seroel didn't resist and allowed himself to be pulled into the fiery embrace.
Immediately afterwards, the sea of flowers swayed and moaned in the wind, and the petals fell down, falling on the two of them, layer after layer, as if they were going to be buried.