Deafening cheers came from Asur's side. They were elegant, deadly, and precise. This competition perfectly met all Asur's requirements for a winner.
No matter how picky you are, you can't find the slightest flaw in the victory of Shadow Crown Hand.
And this further deepens an emotion called racial consciousness. Asul is a cow like Asrai, and he can win even on the bow and arrow you claim to be the best at.
There was no doubt that Skalok was dead, and even Ariel's presence could not have saved an elf with his heart torn out.
She said coldly, "I hope Assur can still maintain this kind of luck."
Imrik dismissed her casually and told her to get out. He was just preparing to make a big splash in the project in a few days. Seeing Caledor this time, he only Send out two Silver Moon Dragons and let the Twilight Sisters appear with the Forest Dragon.
Regarding this matter, I can only say that there is no pressure, just grab someone and throw it on Sklarzak's back as a pendant, and you will win for sure.
Shadow Crown Hand, who was not used to the lively atmosphere, chose to disappear immediately when he saw the words of congratulations and praise around him. Everything was just an order.
Only Odd and Edgar were left looking at each other, scolding each other for being ignorant, and actually thinking of inviting the Nagaryth elf to drink, it was like a dream.
Edtelis and Assanil walked up to the prince and asked in a low voice,
"Magnus expressed his willingness to cooperate in the air battle. There is also a dormant blazing phoenix in the cabin. The dragon armor's flame resistance is enough." Forcibly riding for a short period of time, do you want to let..."
Before he could finish, Imrik waved his hand to stop him. There must be no fraud in the air battle. This is Caledor's bottom line.
"Skarazak, the battle with Aslay will be... The bloody dragon is in charge."
Edtelis looked strange. He had heard about Kislev before and thought that Imrik had just temporarily found Sklarzak as an ally to provide support for the war.
After all, the bloody dragon disappeared after the war, which made everyone more certain about this matter, but they didn't expect it to be used as a trump card.
"We should send someone to go with him to prevent Aslay from denying the outcome of the game." "
Elvis, this brat, he will have to deal with Sklarzak in the future."
The high-level dragon prince was about to say that his nephew Lian Ju I have never ridden a dragon. How can I ensure that I don’t fall without a dragon saddle?
But in a blink of an eye, he saw Elvis roaring at Pakal, and chose to shut up. As a bystander, he still had some knowledge of this giant lizard, and tearing the giant dragon apart with his hands should be like playing.
"Why did you secretly pluck the feathers of the demi-gryphon again? It made me have to explain to Magnus for a long time, and you didn't even think of roasting them and eating them." Elvis stared at Pakal. He opened his mouth to his eyes and kept roaring, "Forget it about plucking chicken feathers, you actually eat them secretly, and you eat all the food in the carriage. Where can I find compensation?" He was paying attention to the bow and arrow duel, but he did
n't Thinking of Pakar running to the empire in a flash, under Magnus's smiling eyes, he plucked all the feathers from the neck of Weitz's half-griffon, and solved the food problem on the spot.
"I want to get a feather crest. Look at the feather crest on Gaguyar's head. It's very beautiful." Pakal quibbled. He would never admit that he was just curious about the demi-gryphon and wanted to try what it tasted like, but With Magnus staring at him, it was hard to catch him.
The Skink Priest couldn't help but shake his head in appreciation. He seemed to be enjoying it very much. He raised the feather crest on his head and said, "
Pakar's taste is as elegant as the prophet's. He is worthy of being the son of the god. And the elf cub, your taste is very good." No, the helmet he is wearing does not match the Sotek sect. The prophet does not like it." Pakal lost no time in nodding in agreement, "Yes, yes, Elvis's helmet is ugly, why not change it to a feather crest .
"
As the two lizard men became more and more proficient at singing the oboe, Elvis helplessly covered his face with his hands. What on earth was he thinking at that time, that he actually thought that Pacal was a qualified priest. And Gaguiar, you are a super red-crested skink who has been fighting guerrillas with the prophet for a thousand years. Why do you still imitate humans and talk about taste? Why don't you throw it back into the incubation pool and rebuild it.
"Elvis."
Hearing the familiar voice, he put down his palm and looked at the two respected dragon princes. Elvis greeted back,
"Uncle, Mr. Assanil."
Edtellis and Assanil chose to keep a distance from Pakal, pointing at the two lizardmen who were still shaking their heads in praise of the prophet's taste, "Why do
n't you introduce it to us? We are very interested in the specific situation of the giant horned viper."
El . Weiss waved his hand and introduced the big guy next to them,
"Pakar, the priest of the giant horned viper, is a foodie who only thinks about dried fish and snacks. He likes to use an extra-large minigun to feed the enemy. Go to the warmth of Sotek."
"Gaguiar, the priest of the horned viper, the little follower of the snake god prophet, his favorite thing to do is to report to the prophet." The
priest was furious, raising his golden staff and beating it constantly Elvis, "Watch your words. I am a loyal believer of the prophet, not a follower in the concept of hot-blooded people." "What's the difference?
You just like to tell stories." Elvis knelt down and said He held his head against the Skink Priest's head and stared into each other's eyes.
Seeing this scene, Edtelis felt a little embarrassed, especially the unabashed laughter of Assaniel beside him, which made it even worse. He was blind in that eye, thinking that his nephew had grown up.
Pakal pulled away the two people who were bickering and advised his good friends not to do anything.
The Dragon Prince even covered his face. The future of the Hallandur family is worrying.
Assanil found it really interesting. The bickering looked nothing like a military organization. When he saw the three snake god believers starting to quarrel again, he quickly said, "Skarazak, you will be responsible for
him." The last round of aerial combat."
Elvis, who was beating the monitor lizard's thigh, turned his head and said with some confusion,
"But I am a representative of the Sotigo sect, how can I participate in the aerial battle of Caledo." "
Put it on for you. Dragon armor, use a dragon gun to show off."
Elvis touched his head and smiled sheepishly,
"But I don't know how to use a dragon gun."
"Act according to the situation, we believe you." Assanil patted On his shoulders, with the reaction speed of this little monster, the dragon gun that is difficult for ordinary people to control can be understood after just two swings, and it is enough to cope with one game.
After all, this time he was just serving as a pendant and an assistant.
Edtelis glanced at the monitor lizards and skink lizards who were watching, walked to his nephew, and said in an unquestionable tone, "
This competition is over, take some time to return to China, my father really wants to see you."
"As long as it's not about getting married. Something..." Elvis swallowed, looking at his uncle's eyes that wanted to kill someone, he could only accept it with his scalp.
He secretly thought that anyone who returns to China would be a fool. The old world is so big that it is impossible to find him. (End of chapter)