On the handsome faces of the elves, you can see pairs of tired eyes.

It is not a simple matter to resist the dragon clan's attacks again and again.

Even though there is a enchantment barrier, every time the dragons attack, the elf garrison will be damaged to a certain extent. Several years of uninterrupted war have left many elf soldiers physically and mentally exhausted.

It's different from real dragons who like to fight and kill.

Elves love life and usually have artistic interests such as composing music, singing, painting and playing, but during war times these interests are naturally the most luxurious things and only exist in their memories.

For elves with a romantic personality, the continuous flames of war and gunpowder smoke are unbearable for most elves.

But I had to endure it.

Surrounded by several ancient trees dozens of feet tall, there is a canopy fortress created with bright red and vines.

In the Canopy Fortress, the commander of this elf garrison, Portia, rubbed his brows tiredly.

He is a high-level fantasy elf who has been fighting with the Japanese dragon Carol for more than six years, and the outcome has always been inextricable. His appearance is so handsome and delicate that at first glance he looks like a woman, with a pair of emerald eyes.

Portia looked through the window intertwined with vines and looked at the setting sun in the distance.

In the early days of the war, this high-level fantasy elf, who was only one step away from being a demigod, still wanted to make a great contribution in the war, and planned to ascend the throne of God during this war and become a demigod.

Portia looks young, but he is thousands of years old and is about to reach the end of his life.

So he wanted to become a god and an immortal.

But as time went by, he now felt that it would be great if he could still be alive at the end of the war and die naturally afterwards.

Although the dragon clan has long fallen from the throne of the overlord of the multiverse, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The overall strength of the dragon clan is still better than that of the elves.

Portia, who is neither a demigod nor an ordinary legend, knows that he is more likely to be regarded as an enemy that needs to be eradicated by the strong dragon clan.

"Maybe, I will die under the dragon's claws today."

The high-level fantasy elf let out a long sigh, feeling a little pessimistic.

Immediately, he picked up a glass of toilet wine and sipped it gently while looking at the sun in the distance.

This is Portia's way of relaxing.

However, before he took a few sips of the fragrant toilet wine, his eyes narrowed and his face darkened.

In Portia's green pupils, a black line in the sky was reflected. This line expanded rapidly, and in just a blink of an eye, it turned into a black army of real dragons.

Because there is no Familia army accompanying them below, the true dragon army flies extremely fast.

"Enemy attack!"

"The dragon army is coming!"

"Elf warriors, pick up your weapons and resist these savage beasts!"

Nervous voices arose one after another in the elf station.

Portia jumped out of the window and faced the dragon army. At the same time, he had a bad feeling in his heart, because the dragon attack had just ended. Logically speaking, it would take at least some time to organize the next attack.

However, the dragon clan that had just left not long ago came back again.

after a while

Under the vigilant gaze of an elf soldier, the dragon army that covered the sky stopped and refused to advance or retreat.

The elves looked at the dragon army in confusion.

They didn't understand what these dragons wanted to do. Did they come to the oasis station just to watch them from a distance?

But soon, the elf understood the reason.

The black tide-like dragon army slowly separated and respectfully gave way to a passage.

A giant silver dragon wearing a crown of dragon horns, like a dragon king, appeared in the eyes of every elf.

After a short period of silence, the hearts of every elven soldier, including Portia herself, could not stop sinking.

That huge body, the special dragon horns, the strange ring of black scales...all tell the identity of the other party.

"Lord of the Dragon Court......"

Portia felt that her lips were extremely dry.

If we were to say that in the main material world now, the enemy that the elves in each war zone least want to encounter, then there is no other dragon besides Galleon.

the other side.

Garen looked at the oasis station in the desert, his face was calm, and he spoke dragon language.

"Abandon your gods and become a member of the dragon clan, and I will give you a way to live."

Compared to directly destroying the elven army, if they can be allowed to betray the elven kingdom and fight for the dragon and their own kind, this will have a huge impact on the morale of the elven armies everywhere in the war.

Most elves already understand dragon language.

Especially in these tense times, understanding the language of your enemy is necessary.

Listening to Garen's condescending words, Portia took a deep breath and her expression became determined.

Under Garen's gaze, the phantom elf, who was about 1.8 meters tall, flew into the sky.

"wishful thinking."

"Elves are a noble race. If you dragons are willing to become our ally beasts, after the war is over, there will still be a place for you in this world."

Although he knew he couldn't beat him, Portia still said strong words.

The allied beasts he was talking about were the chimeras, giant eagles and other creatures that fought with the elves against the dragons. Among the elves, they were equivalent to the dragons' dependents, but they had more say.

Garen's face was calm, he looked at the phantom elf and shook his head slightly.

"Then let's bury it in the yellow sand."

As he spoke, the size of the silver giant dragon skyrocketed, and in the eyes of countless horrified eyes, it instantly transformed into a terrifying giant beast with a wingspan of a thousand meters, like a mountain.

The breath of the giant god transformed into a real dragon is like rolling thunder.

With a slight movement of the kilometer-long dragon wings, yellow sand filled the sky and formed a tornado dust storm, surrounding and floating under the dragon's body.

Garen's eyes were cold and he looked towards the elf station.

He took a deep breath, and the power of time lingered between the dragon's teeth.

The next second, the vast river-like time-shattering breath surged violently.

boom!

The dragon's breath left a blank trail in the sky, erasing everything in its path. At the same time, it tore open the Mystery Lock protective formation, and penetrated the oasis forest inside to create a blank passage dozens of kilometers long.

Whether it was ancient trees, rocks, rivers, or some legendary creatures that were unable to dodge, they all disappeared into this world without leaving a trace, just like patterns erased by an eraser.

Countless elves looked at the huge beast with trembling hands and feet.

And looking at the silver dragon that tore apart the Mysterious Barrier with one blow and caused such destruction in the aftermath, the true dragons were all brilliant, looking at Garen with a strong look of awe.

The seeds of faith are planted quietly, waiting for them to sprout and grow.

Portia's expression changed drastically.

At the same time, under a burst of luster, he looked at Garen, his eyes reflected Garen's appearance, and his body deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Garen felt a force sweep through his body.

The power of true shapeshifting.

Soon, a giant silver dragon that was more than fifty meters long and seemed to be carved out of the same mold as Garen appeared in the sky above the elf station.

"True Transformation...... Can even I, the Time Dragon, be transformed?"

Looking at the 'Time Dragon' with green eyes, Garen was suddenly curious about how a phantom elf that was close to a demigod could change his powers.

"Use all your strength and let me see the power of the Phantom Elf."

He said calmly to Portia.

On the other side, Portia looked at the mountain-like dragon, and then at his body, which was only a few dozen meters long, and his face turned gloomy.

Under Garen's gaze, this 'Time Dragon' brewed for a while, and then breathed out a breath of dragon breath towards Garen.

The ice-blue low-temperature cold wind and countless ice crystals formed the Frost Dragon's Breath, almost freezing the sky and stretching toward the kilometer-level dragon.

Garen shook his head slightly.

He did not dodge or avoid, letting his body be washed away by the frost dragon's breath.

Under the ferocious frost dragon's breath, which was close to the power of a demigod, the silver dragon was unscathed, and even showed a little enjoyment due to the familiar cold feeling.

Portia was stunned for a moment, expressing that she couldn't understand the frost dragon breath she breathed out.

This is obviously the breath of the white dragon.

He has transformed into a white dragon and knows what the white dragon's breath sounds like.

At the same time, Portia realized that his True Shapeshifting spell seemed completely ineffective against the Time Dragon.

"Bugs are just bugs, they're really boring."
To be continued...