"So I know why the goddess asked me to come here, just to kill the dragon." After the elf finished speaking, she immersed herself in organizing her equipment. In fact, she didn't have much left, and a lot of property was trapped in the sewers full of fungi.

, leaving her with only a sword. Christina had already decided that Sophie's robe was too badly damaged, and in order to repair key parts, the goblin woman used an "unnecessary" long hem in the eyes of the goblin.

When the noble lady finally came out of the goblin's mushroom house, she couldn't raise her head for a while. The long years of embarrassing underground life had changed the descendants of this group of servants. The hem of the robe they mended for Sophie only reached to her knees.

Looking at the eldest lady's snow-white calves, due to the identity of the other party, Tom endured it again and again, and did not whistle to show his appreciation. For the convenience of movement, the goblin tailor also made a fork on one side up to the thigh. The one-eyed dragon came first

For the first time, I realized that my eyesight was not enough. This outfit was even more outrageous than the bold tavern maid in Saint-Etienne.

As always, Varan thinks that all long-legged women, including this elf named Christina, are extremely ugly. Well, maybe there is some hope for Nasom. As long as she is shorter and fatter, she will be perfect.

So even though he had the best peeping angle, he could see the noble lady's underwear when he turned his head. Varan remained indifferent, and his every move was a model for all Frankish gentlemen.

The story of Miss Elf's dragon slaying is full of flaws, and the biggest flaw is the so-called "evil-breaking slaying". In the past, dwarves were too lazy to take it seriously, but now she can't even heal a small scratch on her skin, so how can she have the ability to perform higher-level tricks?

of magic.

But... didn't the goddess ask her to come? The dwarf secretly looked at the elf. No matter how he looked at the girl with pointed ears, she didn't look like a liar. I hope your goddess will not only appear in your dreams. The dwarf buttoned up his backpack.

He freed up his hands to help Aura pack her luggage. The younger generation of dwarves grew up among humans, girls became fond of growing their hair long and wearing makeup, and among the boys there were even soft-footed shrimps who aspired to be singers.

As the future leader of the Anvil clan and the legitimate heir to the throne of Karak-Horn, Varan Anvil must speed up the recovery of its homeland before all the clan members become "just shorter Franks".

Javi volunteered to be a guide and led everyone to launch a decisive raid on the rat cave. The old goblin had introduced himself several times before, but no one paid attention. Only at this moment did everyone notice that these goblins all had Farak names.

"You are so eager to help us, don't you want to eliminate the rats so that you can monopolize the Horn Castle?" As an aborigine, Varan is highly vigilant about any suspects who may snoop on his ancestral property.

"Look at me, look at us, Mr. Anvil." Javi's compatriots stood in front of the mushroom house. The mother held her child, her eyes full of expectation. The old man was busy harvesting edible fungi, trembling every time.

He bent down as if it was the last time. The miserable look of the greenskins struggling to survive was unbearable, "We don't want your mithril, the goblins just want to leave."

His last words: "Go to a place that can tolerate us." It was so faint that it was almost inaudible. The elf's ears flickered, and only she heard it.

According to the goblins, just after the fall of Horn Castle two hundred years ago, the country's witch-hunting movement and the rejection of foreign races happened at the same time, and became more and more intense.

The target of witch hunting has spread from a few individuals who study necromancy and demonology to the entire wizard class. Ethnic cleansing has changed from eliminating orcs serving in the army to targeting all non-human races. Even dwarf refugees have been affected.

Not for the generosity of Baron Raynor, but also for the fact that he was reluctant to leave his homeland of Karak-Horn. The dwarves were already preparing to travel long distances to the Erz Mountains to join their kin there.

Ah, Valan suddenly understood, no wonder the mother never took off her armor before arriving in Saint-Etienne, and did not allow the children to run around.

In those years, the existence of alien races and spellcasters in itself meant death. The difference was that the church had planned for a long time and had already targeted mages, so that basically no one slipped through the net. For the greenskins, it was an unexpected collateral damage, but

The king and the nobles from various places did not try their best to stop it.

Javi's ancestors were among the lucky few who entered the Horn Keep. Most of the refugees died under the swords of the mob. When these foreign greenskins arrived at the fortress abandoned by the dwarves, they discovered that there was a reason why this place was inaccessible.

.If they hadn’t met Chloe, the goblin housekeeper from earlier, they would have been devoured by rats.

Rats are good at digging holes, and goblins are not bad either. Javi led the adventure team deep into the maze-like stalactite jungle. Christina heard the goblins counting. There were also letters engraved with luminous phosphorus on the stalactite pillars she walked past.

Javi is right, the goblins have writing, and they directly copied the Frankish language.

Under the rock marked "One Hundred and Thirteen", there is also an extra "Exit" written on it.

The old goblin tapped the stalactite with his cane until he heard a suspiciously hollow echo. The male mercenaries worked together to push open a dwarf-sized rock, revealing a dark passage.

"Again the sewer?" Sophie's tone was full of uncertainty. Considering that she used to be the person with the most clothes in the team, but now she is like a street girl eager to attract customers, the hesitation of the noble lady is understandable.

"This is not used to discharge filth," the goblin patted the stones on both sides supporting the entrance of the cave. "It is a communication trench to connect other camps.

Javi's gesture of stroking the rock was very nostalgic, and his tone was quite sad. The elf couldn't help but ask more: "Other camps?"

"Our ancestors also fought." The old goblin wiped away the old tears that fell from the corners of his eyes. "The number of goblins and orcs who fled into the Horn Castle back then was four to five thousand. Now there are only a few left."

With a "plop", Nasom tripped over a protruding rock. Although she said she was fine, her pale face was not caused by the fall. She was scared. Am I not scared? Christina clenched the hilt of the sword and followed.

The dwarf got into the hole.

Why should I fear answering the call of Mother Earth?

The cave is quite high. Javi is right. This height is for the convenience of the orcs. Are they all dead? Christina has no answer. The lamp oil has long been used up. Fortunately, there is still a mage waiting for Sophie to finish using night vision.

The mercenaries followed the elves' footsteps.

The knight was very nervous. He had not eaten for two days and it was only his willpower that kept him from passing out on his seat. The black-haired woman transformed by the dragon looked to be in her early thirties, which is the age when women can have both beauty and wisdom. But

He knew that the dragon was hungry, just by looking at her unconsciously chewing her hand. Frank was not affected by the dragon war in previous years. Only some knights responded to the church's call to support the empire. Jean failed to get the

In order to obtain this honor, the duke made too many enemies and couldn't even find the manpower. The church was not satisfied with this, which was one of the reasons why his political enemies attacked him in front of the king.

Let the knowledge about dragons come from the bards who sneaked into the dukedom. Although poets have the habit of cheating, drinking, and abducting the daughters of nobles, this has made the conduct of the practitioners questionable. But more than one poet claimed that giants

Dragons feed on humans. After the woman bites her nails again, Jean can no longer bear it.

"Dragon, no, I said lady." Night glared at the knight, forcing him to change his words. The dragon seemed to have some degree of cognitive impairment, and she was only happy to be treated as a human being.

"Huh?" Long must be very hungry. While speaking, a stream of clear saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the table.

"When are you going to eat me?" Jean simply said it bluntly. This was better than waiting for death with uneasiness.

Long was stunned. When she finally noticed the digestive juices at the corner of her mouth, she quickly laughed twice and covered her mouth, looking very embarrassed.

"I don't eat people." The words were unclear due to the saliva in her mouth, which also made her very unconvincing, but just looking at her dark eyes, the dragon was very sincere.

Before the knight could relax, the dragon followed again: "As long as I can get out as soon as possible."

What the dragon summoned was a round table for a small family, with a candlestick also conjured by magic lit in the middle. This made both the distance and the atmosphere between the two "people" ambiguous. The dragon's female form

Very good, the style of the clothes she wears is a bit old-fashioned, but it also has a fashionable low-cut and off-the-shoulder design.

Hei Ye put his hands on his chin and leaned forward. Jean accidentally glanced at it, and saw that it was white and pink. The knight quickly looked away. He was a decent man and a model husband.

Besides, no one would be crazy enough to be in heat with a dragon that might eat them at any time.

In good times, Long Mian was only provided to criminals in dragon society as an alternative to the death penalty. But now, it has become the capital for the same kind of people to settle down and live.

Because of the damn church, humans blamed the dragon for the destruction of the old empire. The dragon maintained its own strength and did not pay attention to those little things that rose up. When the dragon realized that the destruction came from the will of God, everything was too much.

It's too late.

Yes, we are too strong, how could the gods in heaven like us? We are always afraid that one day we will fly high into the realm of gods and take our place.

I can't count how many times she has been sleeping in the dragon's sleep in the dark night. Calculated, it adds up to thousands of years. She is in good health, retaining her youth, and her magic and strength are not lost at all. But her memory is inevitably confused, and she does live in the present.

But at the same time, some souls were separated and wandering in the past.

"Madam?" The accent reminded her of her beloved gladiatorial champion. The night was very romantic. If she hadn't been concerned about the public opinion at the time, she would have married him.

"Call me miss, I'm not married yet." Without thinking, the dragon showed his bare ring finger of his left hand and blurted out a common language in the old empire.

There was no wind in the cave, so the smell was difficult to dissipate. A stink coming from somewhere brought the night back to reality. Fortunately, this man had a dull look on his face, and he could not understand the language of the old empire at all.

The dragon conveniently covered his mouth and pretended to cough to cover up his gaffe.

That damn mage was so powerful, perhaps beyond the limits of human beings, that he was able to trap her, the great Miss Antonia, in this cave.

But now that humans restricted by the curse can come in, then the curse is almost over, right?

Hei Ye has studied this spell. When she was about to die, her anger and fear distorted the prayer spell, turning the fortress into a barren tomb that could only be entered and left. But she also found a loophole in the spell. As long as the last sight of the mage was eliminated,

The curse will be broken if the enemy is her. One is the person who killed her. Considering the ridiculously short life span of human beings, the murderer would have died long ago. This is one of them.

Secondly, she was here to support the dwarves, so all those furballs had to be killed.

The night was very powerful, but she couldn't do everything by herself, crawling into the countless tunnels dug by the rats to dig them out and kill them. So she fell asleep and told the rats.

"When you encounter an enemy, wake me up."

The mouse must have had ulterior motives. He disobeyed her orders and secretly tried to break out of the fortress countless times. He only woke her up twice in two hundred years. The last time was when the orcs attacked her lair. Antonia didn't like green skins and orcs.

Refusing to acknowledge her status, the dragon killed the greenskins in a rage.

Now she wakes up again, because the rats met several special adventurers and were killed in a panic. Unlike the last time, Black Night had been preparing for this encounter for a long time.

How did the mouse describe her? A strange woman with a sweet smell and pointed ears? She must be the paladin who has lost the power of the gods, right? Come on, Christina, you are the champion warrior I personally selected.

Transmitting messages from thousands of miles away and manipulating dreams are Antonia's specialties.

As for the frightened human in front of him, the dragon sighed boringly. Whether it was for sleeping or chatting, it would be boring.

"Sir, you haven't told me your name yet." Hei Ye swallowed the surging saliva and decided to make the best use of it and let this man give her extra lessons.
Chapter completed!