The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

In the cave on the other side of the Katana volcano in the opposite direction to the red dragon's lair, Pavla, who had washed her body several times in the magma pool, was carrying the pile of junk from the high elves that David paid filial piety to. 'Come to a relief carving the image of a five-headed dragon.

Astonishingly, it was a shrine dedicated to Tiamat, the five-color dragon mother.

It’s just that compared to the eye-catching gold mountains and silver sea in Pafula’s own lair, whether it is the five-headed dragon relief sculpture with so-so carving, or the silver and copper coins and cat’s eye stones decorated with three melons and two dates in front of the shrine, they all look so... shabby.

Pavla took a deep breath, untied the canvas, and placed it haphazardly in front of the shrine of Tiamat, the mother of five-colored evil dragons and scale of evil, and then said:

"My lord Tiamat, Pavla, the governor of Scanis in the plane of Ellaria, has something to report to you."

The elven tatters that were dismantled from the ship by the David Chadros were quickly wrapped in an insubstantial flame and gradually disappeared.

After a while, whether it was because it was too far away from the lower plane, the faith link was finally connected. The eyes of the red dragon head in the center of the five-head relief glowed evilly:

"Oh? It's my dear little Pavla. It's really rare. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

The five-color dragon mother opposite looks like the chairman of a family business who is busy with everything. She seems to be busy dealing with something at the same time, while receiving an interdimensional communication from the regional manager of Deli.

His words did not lose his majesty, but showed his favor and trust.

He didn't even care much about the shabby sacrifice.

Pavla was too lazy to talk nonsense and said bluntly:

"The white-skinned goblins opposite have come to my territory again. This is the third time, so I am going to kill them directly like the first time, but the elves and gods will probably come to question you again, so I’ll inform you in advance, that’s it.”

"Oh? Is it a noble private soldier or a regular army?"

Pavla fiddled with an alchemy tool on the side that was showing through the magic scene twice, and then smacked her mouth:

"Regular army, but flying the noble flag."

"Oh, then you can kill them as you like. As long as they don't kill indiscriminately like eight years ago, killing their main force until they have been languishing for several years, those cuckold gods will probably not dare to say anything."

"Okay, that's it." With that, Pavla was about to hang up the 'phone'.

The Evil Scale on the other side was not happy:

"etc!"

"What are you doing? Haven't I already sacrificed all my divine favor fees last year?" Pavla looked wary.

"Of course I know, haha, but it's not like I have a lot of Jin on hand recently."

Before the evil dragon mother had time to speak, Pavla forcibly hung up.

But soon the dragon eyes on the relief lit up on their own without any sacrifice, with a hint of flattery:

"So this year?" Pafla hung up again.

"Divine Grace." The relief lit up again.

"Fei Nengbu" hung up again.

“Can be booked in advance.”

"Give it a try."

Pavla finally got angry and roared at her god:

"If you don't go look for those fat red dragons in the Marder world who follow the Githyanki all day long and plunder the fat, oily red dragons, you're going to catch me, a poor, tinkling vigilante! Isn't that what's left in the entire Said Ponga? Am I a red dragon? Or are the other five-color dragons really dead?! Huh???"

The majestic mother of five colored evil dragons seemed to have been blown away by a small legendary red dragon. She was silent for a long time and sighed quietly:

"A blessing."

"A controllable blessing, without the backdoor of faith." Pavla, who looked absolutely decisive before, immediately skillfully beat the snake and followed it with the stick.

"Huh? Who are you going to give it to? Or is our little silver dragon princess trained by you? If it's her, I can." Tiamat immediately became interested.

"No, it's my other traitor." Pavla interrupted angrily.

Tiamat was even more interested:

"Oh! It seems that another genius has been born among our five-color dragons. When will he bring it to me?"

A person who can be called a traitor by the genius red dragon Pafla is not only alive and well, but can also be used by Pafla to trade a dragon god's blessing with such a precious opportunity.

Even the evil dragon god who is the mother of five-color dragons can't help but feel itchy.

"There is no way, he won't believe in you." Pavla refused.

"Don't be so absolute. What if one day, he chants my name by himself? Hehehehehe."

This time, the evil sparkle on the wall dimmed by itself, fell from the relief, and automatically gathered on one of Pavla's paws, like an ordinary earthen ring.

After a while, Pavla returned to her lair and paid the divine favor fee in advance. She looked at the treasure pile missing a huge gap, and suddenly felt her heart twitching with pain.

Mud, she spent such a huge price to trade for a disposable divine favor, just for the traitor who likes to seek death and she is often too late to stop him.

But it will take ninety-five years to recoup the cost!

After settling the account like this, Pavla suddenly became extremely unhappy.

‘Why do you feel like you’re still losing money? ! ! ’

“It’s so designated that it’s a loss!!!”

"How could that kid earn so much money in less than a hundred years?! If I had known better, I would have told that kid that I would support him until old age!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Just like my son David who was at the beach half a month ago, he was furious.

If Pavla at this moment had the [Rage] power like David, it might have exceeded five digits.

boom

Katana volcano was also inspired by Dragon Mother's unknown rage.

Suddenly erupted.

On the Arctic Ocean, a formation of five elven warships was heading towards the Old World at full speed with their sails inflated.

Seeing that they were about to reach the coast, the high elves who had been floating on the sea for nearly two weeks became obviously excited and happy.

Only four high elves, one tall and three short, who had been temporarily 'recruited' by the nobles to board the ship, were among the sailors, and they all scrubbed the deck with their buttocks stuck out.

The one who was the tallest and fairest among them suddenly stopped, and it turned out to be the sword dancer Yevgeny, the Fox of Devensel who was captured by David and the others.

But at this moment, she could only hide in the corner of the deck like the lowest-level sailors, secretly looking up at the high elf commander who was standing in front of the helm of the ship and speaking impassionedly about their upcoming dragon-catching feat, her eyes paused. He couldn't help but reveal a hint of loneliness, envy and yearning.

Because the elf commander who came this time was her colleague and the object of her long-standing admiration. However, due to the disparity in status, she could only bury this feeling in her heart.

But just as this thought came out, a throbbing that seemed to come from the depths of her soul made her feet weaken, and her whole body began to twitch involuntarily.

"What are you thinking! Do you still expect this idiot to catch the master?!"

Zolthiyat, who was also disguised as a high elf and had successfully rescued her younger brother from the Spider Nest City, was in a great mood. She pinched the elf's pretty chin and patted her blushing cheek. He said mockingly.

"That's right! If these guys can catch the master, I will unscrew this head and make an alchemy potion bottle for you." The drow mage on the side said in a fake tone.

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But just when Evgeni was about to gasp a few times and surrender as usual to escape the dual torture of body and soul from the drow, a low whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

"Enemy!. Attack.?"

The handsome elf commander just drew his sword and warned everyone to be on guard.

Then he saw a wretched figure rolling in the air, drawing a beautiful parabola.

There was a loud bang, and a spray of water shot into the sky less than two nautical miles in front of the fleet.

All the elves on the fleet were stunned, looking at the red dragon falling from the sky in confusion.

"." Siatt and the others were also stunned.

"The one just now seems to be the master," Master Drow reminded.

"Haha, hahaha, eh." The high elf suddenly laughed nervously.

Just when she was about to shout something, two drow blocked her mouth and bound her entire soul.

But the high elf commander Ahmed on the other side would not let go of this opportunity. Regardless of whether this red dragon was the one in the lord's intelligence, there was no reason to ignore it.

"Full speed ahead! Catch that dragon!!!"

"Boss, what should I do?" the mage asked.

Zhuoer was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said:

".When the fleet approaches, we will jump into the sea together. We must find a way to help the master escape."

No matter what, she would never allow her leader to fall into the hands of these high elves, which meant that her soul would also fall into their hands.

She could allow her soul to be manipulated by the red dragon, but she would never allow herself to be a dog for the high elves.

Because that was her active choice.

It was true then and it is true now.

But as the ship approached, everyone was on full alert and ready for a tough battle.

The originally calm sea surface suddenly shook violently, like a giant beast rolling under the water.

All the ships were swaying in the waves like mint leaves, and the staggering high elves clung to the side of the ship in horror, trying to maintain their balance and not fall into the sea.

Rumble.

The Katana volcano in front of us looked like a suddenly furious monster.

Accompanied by a dragon roar that shook the soul.

Suddenly it broke out.