The young elf who stepped onto the stage was strikingly handsome, his silver hair flowing.
Ice and snow seemed to be brewing in his eyes, and waves of cold radiated from his body.
"Thank you for your help, powerful elven ranger. May I know your name?"
The brown-haired girl looked at him gratefully. She was not strong herself, but the evil dragon had destroyed her village.
She was determined to slay it, but she also knew she needed help, or going there would only mean throwing her life away.
The Silver-Haired Elf wore a cold, handsome expression. He nodded and answered coolly.
"Borli."
"Thank you, Borli!"
The brown-haired girl did not mind the elf's coldness at all. She called loudly to the crowd below the stage.
"Look, a powerful elf with justice in his heart has joined us! Will anyone else join us?"
The crowd remained as noisy as ever, but no one stepped forward.
Just then, booming laughter rang out nearby.
"Hahahaha! I want to join such a great undertaking as slaying an evil dragon too!"
A short, stout figure slowly approached with a massive hammer over his shoulder. His face was fleshy and fierce, and his build was extraordinarily brawny, yet he was only half the height of an ordinary person.
"Look, it's a Dwarf warrior!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
"How could something like this go ahead without me, Zhang Huan? Hahaha, I'm coming too!"
Beside the Dwarf was a tall, handsome human youth.
He carried a large blue sword on his back, and every strand of his short, fiery-red hair stood upright. He looked fiery and enthusiastic, optimistic and sunny.
Delighted to see two more people joining, the brown-haired girl quickly jumped off the stage to welcome them warmly.
"Thank you both for joining. With you here, the evil dragon will surely lose its head."
The team setting out to slay the evil dragon had grown from the brown-haired girl alone to four people. Seeing the fighting spirit on their faces,
Jiang Yang suddenly became interested too. He had always followed his whims as he traveled the human world.
Besides, he also wanted to know why the Dragon Clan, which had always stayed in the west, had come to the east.
Did they not know that this was land ruled by him, God King Jiang?
Gilgamesh's blood descendants should not have been so foolish.
With that thought, he was just about to step forward when he saw a small figure dart out from beside him.
She wore a white coat and held a Greenwood Staff, and the wind caught in her robes as she ran, puffing them out.
"I'm coming too! They say dragons have lots of magic materials on their bodies! Hahahaha!"
Her voice was clear and sweet, like that of an adorable little girl.
"Oh, a mage of the Gnome Clan! Welcome, welcome!"
The brown-haired girl smiled so broadly she could not close her mouth. As one powerful figure after another joined her team, hope that had not existed before suddenly blazed like a raging fire.
Watching the gnome mage girl rush past him in a flurry, Jiang Yang could not help smiling.
It had been a long time since he had seen such a lively little girl.
So he too stepped forward and called out in a ringing voice.
"Count me in for slaying the evil dragon!"
"Oh, someone else is joining?"
The brown-haired girl, who was talking to the gnome girl, turned to look.
She saw a confident, sunny young blond man, handsome and dashing, walk up to her.
Those dazzling golden eyes seemed to show her the radiance of the sun in the sky!
"Human, swordsman, Yang Jiang."
"Welcome, Sir Swordsman!"
The brown-haired girl cheered. She could sense the high-spirited confidence of the man before her. Surely he must be a powerful swordsman.
And so the Dragon-Slaying Team was formed.
The next day, at the city gate.
The party of six gathered together.
In the morning sunlight.
The brown-haired girl looked at the five companions behind her, waved her little hand, and shouted.
"Dragon-Slaying Team, move out!"
And so the legend of the brave battling the evil dragon, passed down to later generations, began to take shape.
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