So I'm a sheep.

"Madam, you are the only one who hasn't evacuated yet."

Today is the day to slay the dragon. Considering the possibility of failure, Sasha suggested that the Countess, who had helped them greatly, dismiss everyone to prevent Fafnir from wiping them out if he came back to the Count's mansion to take revenge.

However, while everyone else left, the Countess insisted on staying.

"I'm here, waiting for you to come back!"

These words were certainly not directed at Sasha. The Countess gazed at Dilu and said wistfully, "My hero, if you perish, what meaning is there for me to live?"

"Either wait for you, or wait for destruction."

"lady......"

Dilu felt a sharp pang in his heart. Any man would be moved by such a confession from a beautiful woman.

Although I still feel there's no possibility between us, at least for this moment, I should respond.

The first time, Dilu took the initiative to hug her.

"I will do my best."

There were no sentimental words, just a hug.

Even so, the woman was already satisfied.

"Defeat the evil dragon, my hero!"

"..."

On the way to their destination, Sasha couldn't help but say, "Aren't you going to reconsider?"

Dilu paused, but said nothing.

"Madam is so devoted. If you succeed in slaying the dragon, why don't you just marry her?" the girl said tentatively.

"It's impossible for me and her."

Dilu sighed: "He ruined her husband, and then he married her? I can't get over that."

"It's nothing!"

Blake shouted, "What hurdle can't you overcome? It's a pity that the lady likes you. If it were me, I would definitely marry her."

"I'm not like you."

Dilu said in a deep voice, "I have my own bottom line!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Sasha quickly said, "Slaying the dragon is the priority now; everything else can take a back seat."

"It was my fault; I shouldn't have brought this up."

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Spring has arrived, all things are reviving, and it's time to harvest treasures once again.

Fafnir spread its wings and leisurely flew out of the volcano.

It first surveyed the vicinity with majesty, and then headed towards the familiar village.

The village was deserted, except for Earl Fast and his entourage standing at the entrance.

Large boxes were placed in front of them, filled with glittering treasures.

The box was not opened. Fafnir had a habit of having the contemporary count open the box and count all the treasures in front of him.

If the slightest dissatisfaction is shown, the Earl of Fast (or his retinue) will be devoured by the dragon.

A huge black shadow descended from the sky, and the count and his entourage immediately prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Great Fafnir, accept these treasures, and may you protect your land!"

The count didn't speak; it was his attendant who spoke.

Volume 1: Chapter 689 Light Cannon

Oh? You're quite the talker.

Fafnir is not a mindless beast; it can even understand human language.

They were about to throw a tantrum because only two people came, which they felt was too small a show.

After a few words, Fafnir's anger subsided considerably.

The attendant, while praising the treasure, opened the chest and began to count the riches.

Gradually, a look of satisfaction appeared in the red dragon's eyes.

Compared to previous years, the tribute this time has increased by at least 30%!

Seeing Earl Fast looking at him expectantly, Fafnir nodded haughtily.

After the attendants locked the boxes and connected them one by one with ropes, the red dragon flapped its wings and used its strong hind legs to grab the largest box.

The treasure leaves the ground, and the trap is triggered instantly!

Two dragon traps popped out from the pile of branches and clamped Fafnir's wings on the left and right.

After standing there dumbfounded for a moment, the dragon finally came to its senses.

trap?

After the last attack on the capital, do humans still dare to resist us?

"Ow—"

With a loosening of its grip, the treasure chests all fell to the ground, and Fafnir charged upwards.

The two iron nets were taut, binding the dragon in mid-air, and for a moment it was unable to move away.

A giant eagle carrying the two flew swiftly toward Fafnir, whose attention was now entirely focused on the Count.

Because it saw it.

The attendants ran away, but the count did not.

He stared at me with a sneer and even held up his middle finger.

Can't stand it!

With his belly slightly bulging, Fafnir decisively unleashed a breath of dragon fire.

The poor count remained in his arrogant pose, and the next moment, he was reduced to ashes.

The dragon's breath lasted a long time, and as soon as the count died, the pillar of fire swept directly towards the giant eagle in the air.

Without warning, the giant eagle plummeted rapidly, narrowly escaping the attack under Rida's control.

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"Ow—"

Two more breaths from the dragon struck, and although he dodged them both times, beads of sweat were already forming on Rida's forehead.

"How about that!" he roared.

"I see it! I need to get closer."

Dilu's eyes were incredibly sharp. There was indeed a patch on Fafnir's neck that wasn't covered by dragon scales, but to hit him squarely, he had to get closer.

"We can't get any closer, damn it!"

Rida's heart was pounding in his chest. Every time he dodged the dragon's breath, he was risking his life. If he made a slight mistake, the two of them and the eagle would be dead.

That "Damn it!" was said to David. Why haven't you made a move yet?!

Having dodged the dragon's breath once again, Rida was soaking wet, as if he had just been pulled out of a river.

At that moment, Fafnir suddenly froze completely, unable to move.

Rida reacted instantly and spurred the giant eagle to charge forward.

Without missing the opportunity, Dilu instantly threw his magic spear.

A crimson lightning flashed before his eyes. Before he could even confirm the result, Rida frantically ordered the giant eagle beneath him, "Escape!!!"

laugh--

The shattered red rose completely disappeared into Fafnir's neck!

At the same time, the power binding the dragon suddenly dissipated.

It's done!

David had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his face showed a look of wild joy.

However, before the smile on his face could spread further, a pair of cold and ruthless vertical pupils stared at him.

When Fafnir came to his senses, he did not choose to breathe dragon breath on the fleeing Rhida and his companions. Instead, he followed the faint connection that had just dissipated from the magic and was not completely severed, and found the wizard who had attacked him.

Dragon's might, erupt!

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David knew something was wrong the moment his eyes met Fafnir's. He immediately tried to look away, but those mesmerizing vertical pupils froze him in place.

Something invisible yet terrifying surged into David's mind, using their gazes as a bridge.

My head is throbbing! My head is throbbing!

Blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices, and after a short while, the white-robed wizard collapsed, convulsing all over.

A slightly raspy roar finally rang out, and at that moment, the dragon's eyes turned blood red.

Up!

rise!!

rise!!!

The ground gradually rose, and finally, two large iron balls broke through the soil!

The moment Sasha was reborn with the iron ball in her grasp, her face was filled with disbelief.

How, how is this possible...?

Why was it pulled out?