Rachel's stubbornness was definitely not what Roger had expected.
Even when Cindy tried to stop her, she was determined to get out of bed.
Both sides even had a stalemate for a while.
In the end, the dragon priest was holding onto her as she walked out of the house.
As he saw Rachel walking barefoot and was having a hard time walking even with Cindy helping her, Roger did feel bad about it for a moment.
But, he also knew that what Rachel said was true. This war has nothing to do with him.
If you see it from a logical point of view.
He has no reasons to be involved which is why he should leave as soon as possible.
...
The flying dragons weren't too far away from where they were.
Especially Misha, who Rachel mentioned, was lying down on top of the banyan tree that was located in the center of the Dragon Tooth Village.
As soon as it heard Rachel's call, the three meter long dragon jumped down with excitement. She was moving her wings with excitement which caused a huge breeze coming towards Rachel.
The other flying dragons also started surrounding them.
However, they didn't dare come close to Rachel like how Misha did.
"Their wounds..."
At this moment, Rachel realised that some of the dragons, who were also shot in the stomach, were already treated.
"Who treated them?" Rachel asked.
Cindy unwillingly pointed at Roger.
Roger nodded his head and said: "Just trying to help."
Rachel eyes widened
This was the first time Roger actually saw a facial expression on Rachel's face.
"How is that possible? How did you get them to agree to let you get close to them?"
Roger calmly explained: "I know a few techniques about communicating with animals."
The truth is that.
His skill of [taming animals] are at 49 points now which is sufficient for him to communicate with the injured flying dragons which was why it wasn't difficult for him to help them treat the wounds.
With the help of these skills, Roger had the ability to subdue one or two animals to be his comrade.
It was just that he didn't find a suitable one.
In Tongma Town, he had only been seeing creatures like the Explosive Magic Frogs and undead creatures like the Red Tide Zombies.
He can't be going around with two frogs next to him right?
It's ridiculous.
Roger actually preferred having creatures like Rachel's flying dragons.
However, he knew that also the flying dragons were a degenerated type of the Yalong species but it wasn't something that any ordinary person could get.
It would require a rare opportunity.
Plus, the flying dragons come in a huge group. Once domesticated, it would be a huge group. Providing them with enough food everyday would be a headache.
This was also why Rachel would bring the flying dragons hunting in the depth of the marshland once in a while.
For Roger, this definitely was a dangerous process.
As being in the mysterious wetlands, the role of the prey and the predator can always interchange.
...
On the empty ground outside of the medic house.
Rachel was gently stroking Misha's neck and was whispering by her ears.
The gentle look that Rachel has while talking to the dragons was actually quite pleasing to the eyes.
The straight face that she had on even started showing some expression.
"I've already discussed it with Misha."
"She agreed to help."
"It'll take about two days for you to reach Paramount Estate. Are you ready?"
Then, Rachel patted on Misha's back and looked at Roger.
From the look of her pale lips, the stubborn petite girl can no longer hold it any longer.
"I'm ready."
Roger stepped forward, took all his things, balanced them on both sides of Misha's body.
Misha got a little uncomfortable and resisted.
As Rachel gently comforted it, Misha managed to calm down.
"Go on."
With Rachel's instruction, Roger got onto the flying dragon.
"I left some hemostatic ointment in the house and it would be able to help you guys in the near future."
He said to Cindy before leaving.
Cindy nodded her head with a complicated look in her eyes:
"Have a safe trip."
"Let's go, Misha. Come back soon!"
Rachel then let go of Misha's reins.
Huuuuuu!
The flying dragon spreaded her wings and started flapping which stirred up a huge breeze. Then, it brought Roger upwards towards the sky.
His surroundings started getting smaller and smaller as his view became wider.
After a while, Roger soon got used to the feeling spinning in circles in the air.
Misha turned two turns around the banyan tree and then left reluctantly headed south.
...
"I wish them good luck too."
As Roger sat on top of Misha, he said a small prayer.
After spending some time here, he has developed feelings for the Dragon Tooth Village.
Therefore, he left a few hemostatic ointment hoping that it would help them through the difficult times.
He found out from Eric that other than the old woman called Angelina, there were no other medical personnel in the village.
If a war breaks out, these ointments would come in handy.
This was the only thing that Roger could do for them.
The sound of the wind continuously blew next to Roger's ear.
Misha slowly lowered the altitude.This was normal as the flying dragons were different from the actual Yalong species.
In order to make up for the lack of endurance, they would usually use more gliding movement while flying.
Since it's already evening, the marshland was slowly covered by heavy fog.
Misha was flying at a very fast speed and soon, they were out of Yellow Stone Island.
Roger was still admiring the scenery of the sunset.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of danger.
Shush!
A fierce arrow bolted past his ears and shot towards the sky above them. Then, a few seconds later, turned and fell towards the ground.
If it wasn't because of Roger's reflex, this arrow would have been through his head!
Misha ,who was below him, gave out a loud, piercing cry.
She was emotionally unstable as she was pissed and at the same time frightened.
Shush! Shush!
A few more arrows came towards them.
Misha managed to dodge them but she didn't dare to go forward. She remained at the same spot and tried to fly higher up.
"Gray dwarves?"
Roger squinted to see what was happening.
With the help of his Qi Divination Technique, he could clearly see the fellow that was on top of a tree and was shooting arrows at him.
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[Marshland gray dwarves lvl 12 HP 200 Defense 9]
[Trait 1: Rough stone skin lvl 3]
[Rough Stone Skin: The gray dwarves from the Marshland have very rough skin. Most parts of their skin have been covered by a thick layer of skin that is as tough as lava rocks. This is why they have extremely strong immunity and very strong resistance against physical attack]
[Trait 2: Crossbow experts Lvl 1]
[Crossbow experts: Gray Dwarves have been good with forging and using weapons and amongst those, the crossbows are what they expertise in. They can skillfully use it as a long range weapon and their hit rate is +2]
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"How come they are so badly distorted by the magic pollution?"
"They are no longer considered as an intelligent race anymore right?"
The thing that surprised Roger the most wasn't their attribute but their horrifying looking figure and appearance!
Every gray dwarf that he saw had a fist-like lump either on their neck or their face.
The lump was also giving out a magical, rotten scent.
In comparison to the huge lump, they were so skinny that it looked like they only had bones that were covered by a thin layer of skin. Their protruding eye socket and cheekbones caused them to look like skeletons.
Roger did not see any sense of consciousness in their eyes.
He decided to test it by throwing the mark of evil and it proved that he was right.
This meant that in the hermit ranger model, these gray dwarves are no longer considered intelligent creatures.
They belong to the categories of monsters!
"Misha, good girl. Fly a little lower, don't be afraid."
Roger gently comforted the flying dragon and slowly took out the Violet Wind Bow.
These dwarves were using a short bow; their shots are strong and quick but they have a very short range of attack.
If it wasn't because the flying dragon couldn't fly any higher, he could have just ignored them.
But that's not the case now -- he'll have to get rid of them.
As Roger slowly comforted her, Misha flew to a lower altitude and was dodging the dwarves' attack.
Roger found his chance and let out an arrow.
The arrow pierced through the fog with a howling cry and it directly landed on one of the eye sockets of the gray dwarves.
"Not bad."
Roger let out the breath of relief. Ever since he came to the great wetlands, his archery skills have improved.
Roger was preparing to get rid of all the dwarves before moving on as a way of avenging Rachel.
Just at this moment, his attribute bar got updated.
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[You've killed 1 Marshland Gray Dwarf]
[You've gained 10 XP]
[Your 'toughness value' has slightly increase]
...
"What ? Thoughness value?"
This look that Roger had in his eyes was now completely different.
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