Dragon Who Controls Time

In the forest near cheek city.

The young female Warlock had an innocent look on her face. She was jumping around and picking beautiful flowers in the dense forest. She gently sniffed the fresh fragrance. Rays of sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, shining on the young Warlock's face at an angle, making her look even more innocent and romantic.

"Ah, butterfly."

The young female Warlock's eyes lit up when she saw a colorful butterfly, and she jogged in pursuit of it on the forest path.

Not far away.

The silver Dragon Whelp walked at a steady pace and followed quietly.

In such a quiet atmosphere, time quietly passed by.

Not long after, the young female Warlock sat beside a clear stream of pure water. She looked at the butterfly on the back of her hand and whispered to the silver Dragon beside her. The bright smile on her face made the flowers around her pale in comparison.

Suddenly.

A rustling sound came from a Bush a hundred meters to the left, and the faint sound of human footsteps.

The young Silver Dragon and the young sorceress turned their heads at the same time.

In his field of vision, the noble who had been flicked away by the silver Dragon Whelp's tail was leading two spellcasters and eight Warriors out of the shadows of the forest, approaching the young Warlock and the silver Dragon Whelp.

"Hmph, Hmph."

"You offended me, Viscount Feige, in cheek city, and you still want to leave safely?"

young lady, you don't think that you won't bear any consequences for insulting a noble, do you? "

The elegant demeanor that Viscount Feige had when he struck up a conversation with the young female sorcerer had completely disappeared.

A malicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes wandered between the young female Warlock and the silver Dragon Whelp, the greed in his eyes unconcealed.

"What do you want to do?"

The young female Warlock panicked and retreated to the side of the little silver Dragon, saying weakly.

With a slightly frightened and pitiful appearance, the noble couldn't help but laugh out loud,"What do I want to do? It's nothing more than wanting to invite young lady to my residence and imprison her forever without seeing the sun."

"Then, I'll enslave this Silver Dragon Whelp and raise it in a pen. I'll extract its blood, scales, and teeth ... In exchange for a steady stream of wealth."

He said.

The two spellcasters began to construct their spells, and several Warriors strode over, surrounding the young Warlock and the little silver Dragon.

Under the malicious gazes of the crowd, the young female Warlock bit her lips and pulled out her beautiful wand with a nervous expression. Her thin body trembled slightly.

"Don't resist, I don't want to hurt your weak body,"

Viscount Feige said in a condescending manner.

At the same time, the young female Warlock seemed to be a little afraid. She looked at the silver Dragon in a soft and weak voice and said, " little longlong, you'll protect me, right? "

Upon hearing the young female Warlock's words, the silver Dragon Whelp, who was only about three meters long, took a step forward. Its eyes indifferently swept across the crowd in front of it. It spread its wings and blocked the young female Warlock behind it.

Seeing the reaction of the silver Dragon Whelp, Viscount Feige was slightly stunned.

haha! he laughed. you're just a young dragon that hasn't even grown all its teeth. You can't even protect yourself, yet you want to protect others? "

Because he had been beaten up by the silver Dragon, Viscount Feige's face darkened after laughing. He gritted his teeth and said, " how dare you hurt this Viscount. When I catch you, I'll let you know what cruelty is.

The metal dragons were not something a Viscount like him could mess with.

However, as long as they captured the young dragon and immediately brought it to a bottomless underground prison, then set up a magic suppression array to isolate the true Dragon's aura, there would be no problems as long as it was not discovered by the adult metal dragons.

There was bound to be such a hidden danger.

If the Dragon race found out that their young dragons were being imprisoned and tortured ... An angry true dragon might burn down the entire tsk city, no, the entire xiasen Kingdom.

However, benefits were moving. Driven by huge benefits, there would always be people who dared to ignore the price they might have to pay.

After Viscount Feige finished speaking, he wanted to see the young Dragon's face look uneasy.

He knew that the Dragon could understand his language.

However, what made Viscount Feige nervous was that the silver dragon's eyes were indifferent. There was no trace of fear at all. Viscount Feige could not help but feel a chill in his heart. Under the other party's gaze, he subconsciously took a few steps back.

He came back to his senses.

Viscount Feige, who had been frightened by a young dragon, flew into a rage out of humiliation.

"Let's first severely injure this young dragon and incapacitate it before we deal with this little Warlock."

After receiving the order from Viscount Feige.

The Warriors held their axes or heavy swords and ran wildly at the silver Dragon Whelp. The two spell casters were too lazy to even attack directly. They only prepared their spells and watched quietly, in case the Dragon Whelp tried to escape.

For a Dragon, age was a crucial factor. It was related to all aspects of a Dragon's strength.

It was just a young dragon.

They were not much stronger than ordinary adult magical creatures.

A few well-trained soldiers would be enough to deal with them easily.

Looking at the approaching enemies, the little silver dragon's eyes turned. It opened its mouth slightly, as if it was going to spit out Dragon Breath.

&Nbsp; but ...

Something unexpected happened.

Hu!

A gust of wind came down from the sky, and the biting cold wind blew the bodies of the few Warriors who were running wildly, making it difficult for them to move an inch forward. They had already exhausted all their strength to stabilize their bodies in the flying sand and stones.

Viscount Feige, who was a distance away, focused his gaze.

At this moment, the wind and the sand that had been blown up dissipated.