Half an hour after the dragon swept through the green capital.
The elf king turned around suspiciously and found the princess taking a sip of red leaf licorice tea while giving an innocent look back.
The Elf King was slightly reassured, and looked at the head guard who came.
The captain of the guard gave a chest-rubbing salute and said, "Your Majesty, the reconnaissance team has just departed, led by Rameshirai."
The king nodded; he knew it was a skilled ranger. "How did the temple respond."
"The priests are upset, they say the dragon is a symbol of calamity and chaos, and the high priest wishes to interview you."
The king was upset that the interview was not with the high priest coming over, but with the elven king going over. "I'll go here, you stay here and watch Liya for me."
"Watch ... who?"
The elf king jerked back, cigarette mimosa tea cup next to the princess crown, as well as the hem of the long dress. The father who had been let go took a few long breaths and suppressed the anger and helplessness in his chest. He forgot that Druhiria had achieved the seventh place in the last Ranger Festival, and it was no problem at all for her to tumble down from the watchtower and climb down the vines to the ground.
"Line up another elite team to meet Rameshirai ... and the princess."
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"My father has agreed to my participation in the scouting, and I will take all the responsibility." The elven princess said so to the ranger captain.
Unless his majesty finally didn't hold back and had a fight with the high priest and then got knocked on the head by the ceremonial cane he would not agree! Rameshirai spat in his heart. The princess in front of him was clinging to dead leaves and mud, and a dry one-piece skirt was obviously torn out by hand. The dilemma was that it took courage to risk the princess against her duty, and it took courage to refuse the request of the "Green Capital Emerald" to her face.
Drusilla can see the young elf's struggle, said with a sigh: "If you do not let me join the team, then I have to go scout the dragon ..."
Oh! Nieron is on top! Ramesile had to compromise: "Okay Your Highness, but you can only be my second-in-command, and the mission must be under my command, do you accept?"
"In the absence of a priest of the Lord of Rituals, you may call me Liya, Captain Ramesile." The young lady returned a soft smile.
Rameshirai's cheeks instantly blushed ...
"Ah~~~ha!"
Druhiria threw out the hook and rope, hung on the branch and climbed up sharply. Then like a gliding flying squirrel fluttered forward, hands hooked branches using centrifugal force to do a circular fling, and then fiercely let go and fly to the next tree, the elf's flexibility and nimbleness is shown to the fullest. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably, unshackled from the royal family and the temple, full of youthful and bright atmosphere.
Rameshirai and 15 rangers with a rhythmic unity of pace and pass through the forest, closely following the beautiful back of Drusilla.
Whether it's dragons or demons, I won't let them hurt you. The young elf gripped the longbow tightly, a spark of determination in his eyes, and behind him the ranger's eyes and the captain exactly the same.
An hour through the forest is not a burden for trained rangers, they know how to save their strength in the branches and vines. The beginning of the journey can also encounter animals running wildly in the opposite direction, the elven princess can communicate with animals in the ranger is no secret, Rameshirai asked her to explore the situation to the animals. But all the creatures seemed to be scared out of their wits, and did not get useful information other than the right direction.
Only five sari away from the target river valley, the forest became even more dead than the cemetery, not even the sound of insects could be heard. The solemnity infected every ranger, the princess also jumped off the branch and followed in silence.
Rameshirai waved a gesture, without any other communication, the rangers immediately divided into three teams to surround the river valley from different directions.
"Liya ... you follow me."
The young girl nodded in agreement, and both elven ones left their other identities behind, showing competent ranger qualities. Estimating that the other two teams should already be in position, Rameshirai and Druhiria carefully plucked away the trees and peered into the river valley from a higher position.
It would not have been surprising to see a dragon sleeping or grabbing a stag and feasting on it alive. But the river bank shallows stand on the ... a wall?
There is no dragon, there is no stag, on a huge stone wall to vertical river angle standing alone on the shore. The wall is 30 sa meters high and 20 sa meters wide, the surface is covered with rough stripes and decorations. Without any support, a stone wall of this size standing upright on the river bank without tipping over was rather bizarre.
Drusillia came up to Ramses' ear and said in a very low voice, "That's a door wall." Voice with a little husky magnetic, moisture blowing in the ears, Ramses blushed again. He forced himself to focus on the stone wall and found that the young girl was right. It looked as if the door wall had been taken down from some old temple, but there was no stone or wooden door, the location was just an oversized doorway. The Ranger captain visually inspected the doorway, and the size of the doorway was just right for the dragon to enter and exit.
What did the dragon want? Build a stone house here? So how do I report back, your majesty, tonight the princess and I reviewed the dragon's progress in building a house, do you think we should add a land rent for his tasteless style of architecture?
Ramesile almost amused himself when suddenly the princess touched him. Just see the stone wall emitted a faint glow, water-like light flowed through all the stripes, the doorway was filled with a curtain of light, and the next moment, the dragon stepped out of the curtain of light.
Rameshlei the team of elves straight jaws on the ground, they hid in the side of the door wall, with their sharp eyes can shoot through the wings of flies swear, what behind the wall there is nothing! But the dragon so abruptly "out of the door".
In the eyes of the beings of Saraf, power means swords, spears and bows and arrows. Those who use their hands to spray flames or turn people into frogs tricks, only in folk operas or ancient picture books, God and demons are out of reach. Even the Lord of the Rituals, which is revered by the elves, is considered by a few to be a purely invented idol of faith. So when the power of magic did appear in front of Ramessila and Drusilla, it was difficult for them to accept.
Ramesile's reason was struggling with reality and was full of confusion, while Drusilla chose to keep her doubts to herself and looked at the dragon with curiosity. The elves despised the gold as too vulgar, but the dragon reflected a brilliant hue in the moonlight, like melted gold, showing an imposing alternative beauty. The large and peerless wings of the dragon spread from the back to the tip of the tail, in a wave shape becomes smaller. About ten symmetrical tentacles are distributed in various positions on the lower jaw, and the sharp horns extend backward from the angle along the eyebrows, if the dragon has eyebrows. Below the horns are a pair of long, pointed ears that can turn flexibly.
The dragon's pupils are also golden, and as if a vertical slit-shaped iris. The eyes are calm, deep, cold and bland with the illusion of looking straight into the stars. That is not the eyes of the beast, the girl said to herself, that look is more calm than the elven king, more knowledgeable than the high priest. Druhiria felt puzzled, how could the complete eyes of the dragon be observed from the side?
Cold sweat dripped down her neck into her leather armor - the dragon was staring at them.
The majestic golden beast stepped out of the gate and turned its head to stare in the direction of Rameshirai, making Druhiria feel the urge to run away. How was it detected? Concealed in the dense bushes, sprayed with potions to hide the smell, even if the animal walked past, it is not always possible to find the Rangers.
Drusillia and Ramesilai slowed their breathing rhythm and did not move a muscle to spar with the dragon's patience. They were instead more worried that the other two teams of elves would overreact. An old elven proverb mentioned that elves have a very keen sense of foreboding, especially bad things.
"Coo!"
It was the elven word for "retreat", but, God forbid, there wasn't even a single living thing with feathers in the nearby 10-sari forest! This is clearly to expose themselves to cover the princess retreat!
Drusillia deeply for their own curiosity remorse, she can accept the elven warriors to sacrifice themselves for their fellow countrymen, but can not tolerate their own recklessness to pay the price. She wanted to jump up to distract the beast, but Rameshirai hand steadily pressed the young girl's shoulders.
No or hooray, the dragon was not moved. The entire river valley wind is frozen, the atmosphere is oppressive suffocating.
"Boom!" The team of rangers who spoke out earlier took the lead in breaking the silence, and two feathered arrows tore through the air with a sharp ticking sound, shooting at the dragon's left eye and nose respectively. The third hardened poison arrow as a killing move hidden in the former chirp and shadow, even the moonlight can not shine through the black body of the rigid arrow, no sound straight to the throat.
The first bowstring tremble when Rameshirai pulled the princess back to run, the other three rangers spontaneous break, nothing can be compared to the safety of the princess.
Two bright and one dark three feather arrows shot to the dragon but was intercepted by an invisible barrier, in the dragon a few Sami mid-air stagnant for a moment on the crackling fall. Spitting out a syllable, the blue light door stretched and unfolded, the golden dragon into the door, so that the subsequent shots have fallen short.
The giant shadow suddenly appeared in front of Ramesilai, the surrounding trees were crushed a piece. The ranger captain pushed the princess behind him, drew his short sword and chestnut wood round shield to meet the enemy, this distance and then throw the back to the enemy is looking for death.
The three rangers who broke the back shot 12 fast arrows in a breath of time, which was their limit. And the distant rangers also make the fastest speed parry.
The gargoyle recited another syllable.
Second ring spell [Aganaza's Heat].
A stream of orange-red flame from the dragon's right claw, like wielding a long whip to clear the sky of arrows, backhanded and then flung, the surrounding 10 Sami trees and rangers throwing hooks and ropes are all turned into nothing, ashes cover the sky.
The scouting team was stunned by the supernatural power, their princess and captain stood alone in the middle of a haze of ash, the dragon lowered its neck to bite the two young elves.
The golden dragon's eyes did not produce much change as the long flaming whip slowly retracted, extinguishing in the center of its claws. The scene reverted to a stalemate.
Rameshirai's palms holding the weapon are full of cold sweat, the only thing he can do at this moment is to do his best to keep the princess figure behind him. And Drusilla saw clearly, the flames engulfed the trees, even the burning steps are omitted directly into ashes, but the two elves were unharmed. She whispered, "He did not want to kill us."
"Then maybe barbecuing an elf feast would give his scales a funny smell."
The young girl was speechless; Ramesile's sneer was a bit out of place.
The majestic voice spoke up, "Nightan, young Tia, what caused you to bow at me?"]]