Perhaps because all three dragons had fled together, as many as eight or nine Frost Fairies were pursuing them.
As they followed close behind, they occasionally cast frost spells at the two dragons.
Gordon, the Red Dragon Whelp, radiated terrifying heat. Any frost spells that approached him were greatly weakened and had little effect on him, utterly unable to freeze him and slow him down.
To avoid being hindered, Xiluo had to keep discharging electricity, which multiplied his mana consumption.
Though they were relatively safe for the moment, it was decidedly frustrating.
As the Red Dragon Whelp ran, he kept cursing:
"These damned frozen flies! Buzzing around in the sky-you make a dragon sick! Damn it! If I could fly right now, I'd crush every last one of you into pulp! A bunch of useless wretches, daring to pursue a great Red Dragon!"
Listening to his curses, Xiluo glanced at him now and then.
But he noticed something odd.
The Red Dragon Whelp left a string of scorched patches across the green grass as he ran. Thick smoke rose slowly from the grass, and sparks flickered now and then, as though it were about to catch fire.
As Xiluo watched, a gleam flashed in his eyes. An idea struck him, and he opened his mouth and roared.
"Gordon! Use your Breath Weapon and set the whole Green Forest ablaze! That Silver Dragon attacked the Green Forest to help the Elves reclaim it! I refuse to believe she won't care whether the Green Forest burns down! Hurry! Use your Breath Weapon!
"Allen, use nature spells with me to spread the fire as far as possible!"
"Hm? Hahahaha! That's a good idea! You damned idiots, you flies! Turn into a blazing inferno along with this forest!"
The Red Dragon Whelp's eyes lit