Stimulated by the scorching heat and the strong smell of sulfur, Elantra slowly opened her eyes.
In the blurry, spinning world, the first thing that caught the eyes of the deputy captain of the 21st Magic Fleet was a tall silver wall.
"This is where?"
"Why am I here?"
Having just woken up from dizziness, Elantra's brain was still a little unclear.
He felt as if his whole body had been crushed by a giant object, and there was constant pain everywhere. His throat was as dry as if a handful of hot iron sand had been stuffed into it, and it was so painful that every time he took a breath, it stung extremely.
Wow!
The cool water poured down on his head, causing Elantra to tremble unpreparedly. His body became wet, and his ragged clothes clung to his body full of wounds.
The water came into contact with the wound, and the ubiquitous stinging sensation made him take a breath of the hot air from the lava demiplane.
Under such stimulation, Elantra's brain, which had been chaotic just now, became much clearer.
His heart seemed to be clenched as he thought of everything that had happened recently.
Magic ships were robbed by those terrifying legendary dragons one after another. Under the sky of red flames, the roar of the dragons and the roar of the crew were still vivid in my mind, and they were still playing back in Elante's mind.
"Grantham deserves to go to hell!"
Elant's mind also flashed the image of him giving advice to that guy from Grantham, but being severely reprimanded by him.
Now that almost all of the 21st Magic Fleet has fallen into the hands of the Dragon Clan, Grantham must bear full responsibility for his choice! Even if he can finally return to the Second Empire of Imaskar safely, this damn guy must still be in the Empire.
Under the witness of his people, he was sentenced to death!
Elante thought angrily.
If Grantham hadn't been stubborn and couldn't listen to his suggestions, and if he had been more prudent and cooperated with other magic fleets to explore this demiplane, he might still not be the opponent of the dragons here, but he wouldn't have been completely wiped out here, not even a little bit.
There is no possibility of escape.
Elant's heart was filled with anger towards Grantham, but as his condition improved, the war-stained noise in his ears became calmer.
However, the world around Elantra did not quiet down. The sound in his memory disappeared, but when he came back to his senses, it was replaced by another low sound that made Elantra couldn't help but tremble.
It was a series of breathing sounds like low thunder.
Elantra has heard many similar sounds before.
He knew what creature produced this unique and mesmerizing breathing sound.
Dragon, this voice belongs to the dragon, to the legendary dragon that knocked down all their magic fleets.
At the same time, smelling the pungent smell of sulfur in the air, Elantra's blurred vision gradually became clearer.
With a hint of fear in his eyes, Elantra slowly raised his head.
The silver 'wall', covered with layers of silver dragon scales, was extremely eye-catching in the reddish-brown volcanic cave. Elante's gaze moved up, and finally met a pair of platinum-gold indifferent dragon eyes.
Looking at each other.
Boom!
At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet, and Elantra could clearly hear the drum-like heartbeat of his own heart caused by tension.
He swallowed hard and lowered his head, not daring to look into the platinum dragon eyes again.
Elante remembered that it was this most terrifying silver dragon that when it moved, it was like a strong wind destroying a fragile house with a wooden structure. It easily sank the highest quality magic ship of the 21st Magic Fleet.
As a legendary artificer, Grantham, with the help of the Imaskar Ring, was only able to hold on under its claws for a few more minutes.
Elantra does not recognize Grantham's personality, but he is very aware of his strength.
Moreover, the Ring of Imaskar is the most defensive among the seven secret weapons of Imaskar.
At the same time.
Just when Elantra lowered his head, he heard the dragon's voice as deep as a suppressed volcano.
"Lift your head and look at me."
Elante's body trembled slightly, and he acted on his own in fear. With a clever reaction that disgusted him, he raised his head almost as soon as he heard the voice of the silver dragon.
The giant dragon's majestic body came into Elante's eyes.
Because of the huge size difference, he had to hold his head high.
The silver dragon lowered his eyes and looked at the young-looking Elante.
The calm and indifferent gaze carried a soul-stirring pressure, and Elantra felt as if there was a heavy mountain pressing on his heart.
He reluctantly moved the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly expression that didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.
"I ask and you answer. If your answer satisfies me, you may still have a chance to survive."
"Don't try to fool me. You are not the only prisoner here. Not everyone can ignore the threat of death. I have heard many answers."
Garen looked down at Elante and said unhurriedly.
"What role do you play in this magical fleet?"
Elante's clothing is different from that of the other crew members. Although it looks tattered now, it can still be seen at a glance that he has a relatively high status in this magic fleet.
After hearing Galen's words, Elante pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
Elantra's expression changed slightly, and she was undergoing a fierce psychological struggle in her heart.
On the one hand, there is a sense of mission for the Second Imasca Empire, and on the other hand, there is greed for one's own life.
In the continent of Kane, Elant still has a beautiful wife and lovely children waiting for his safe return. He originally planned to leave the fleet after this voyage and become an ordinary artificer noble in a wealthy territory.
Live well with your family.
There are other prisoners, and the other party may already know about the situation of the Second Empire of Imaska. Whether he says it or not, he can't change anything... Elant comforted himself.
His heart succumbed to the longing for life at this moment.
"I am the deputy captain of the 21st Magic Fleet. The artificer who fought with you before is my only superior."
Elantra answered honestly.
He is different from Grantham who climbed up from the bottom. The main reason why he was able to get the position of deputy captain at a young age is not how strong he is or how good his abilities are, but because he comes from a big family.
noble.
He didn't want to die like this, in a world full of fire and scorched earth.
Elante spoke, and Garen smiled slightly.
"In the Second Imasca Empire, how many magic fleets like yours are there?"
he continued to ask.
"If you can make an oath to let me leave safely after telling you the answer, I will tell you everything I know."
Elantra took courage and put forward a condition.
However, the silver dragon in front of him seemed to have heard something funny and couldn't help laughing.
The dragon's rich laughter was like rolling thunder among the dark clouds, which made Elante's heart beat faster and his face turned pale.
After a few seconds, the silver dragon stopped laughing and looked at Elantra with indifferent eyes.
"You are quite courageous."
Garen leaned forward, slowly approaching Elantra with a breathtaking pressure.
The heavy breathing fell directly on Elantra's face. His pupils shrank and his eyes were full of fear. His body couldn't help but retreat under the pressure of Garen.
Garen was very satisfied with the reaction he saw.
He said in a low voice: "You have no choice."
"I'll give you three seconds to think about it, answer my question, and then bet on whether I will let you go because I'm in a good mood, or whether I will swear not to speak and die in endless torture."
Elante looked hesitant, but under tremendous pressure, he gritted his teeth after a second and chose to answer Galen's question truthfully.
"There are a total of forty-two imperial fleets."
As soon as the words were spoken, Elantra's expression, which had been struggling for a long time, suddenly became much lighter at this moment, as if a huge burden had been lifted and he was relieved.
In order to have a glimmer of hope of survival, he took action.
To be continued...