In the forest near Chik City.
With an innocent look on her face, the young warlock was jumping around, picking beautiful flowers in the dense forest, and sniffing the fresh fragrance. Wisps of sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and shone diagonally on the young warlock's cheeks, making her look even more charming.
She is innocent and brilliant.
"Yeah, butterfly."
When the young sorcerer saw a colorful butterfly, her eyes immediately lit up and she ran after it on the path in the forest.
Not far away.
The silver baby dragon took steps slowly and quietly, following suit.
In such a quiet atmosphere, time passes quietly.
Not long after, the young sorcerer sat beside a pure and clear stream, looking at the butterfly on the back of her hand. At the same time, she whispered to the silver dragon beside her. The bright smile on her face made everyone around her
All the flowers turned pale.
suddenly.
There was a rustling sound from a bush a hundred meters away on the left, and there was also the faint sound of human footsteps.
The silver baby dragon and the girl warlock turned their heads and looked over at the same time.
In the field of vision, the nobleman who had been thrown away by the tail of the silver baby dragon was walking out of the shadows of the woods with two spellcasters and eight warriors, approaching the position of the young warlock and the silver baby dragon.
"Hmm."
"You offended me, Viscount Fitch, in Chirk City and you still want to leave peacefully?"
"This young and immature lady, don't you think that there will be no consequences for insulting a nobleman?"
Viscount Fitch's graceful demeanor when he struck up a conversation with the young sorcerer was gone.
A malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes wandered between the young sorcerer and the silver baby dragon, his eyes filled with undisguised greed.
"What do you want to do?"
The girl warlock panicked, retreated to the side of the little silver dragon, and said weakly.
Slightly frightened, I saw a look of pity, which made the nobleman couldn't help laughing and said: "What do I want to do? I just want to invite the young lady to my mansion and imprison her never to see the light of day."
"
"Then we will enslave this silver dragon hatchling, raise it in captivity, draw its blood, extract its scales and extract its teeth... in exchange for a steady stream of wealth."
Said.
The two casters began to construct spells, and several warriors strode closer and surrounded the young sorcerer and the little silver dragon.
Under the gazes of many malicious eyes, the young sorcerer bit her lips, with a nervous look on her face, and pulled out her exquisite wand, her thin body trembling slightly.
"Stop resisting, I don't want to hurt your fragile body."
Viscount Fitch said condescendingly.
At the same time, the young sorcerer seemed a little scared. She looked at the silver baby dragon softly and said softly: "Little dragon, you will protect me, right?"
After hearing the words of the girl warlock, the silver baby dragon, which was only about three meters long, took a step forward, swept the people in front of it with indifferent eyes, and spread its dragon wings to block the girl warlock behind it.
Seeing the reaction of the silver baby dragon, Viscount Fitch was slightly startled.
Immediately, he laughed loudly and said: "It's just a young dragon that doesn't have all its teeth. It can't protect itself, and it still wants to protect others?"
Because he was beaten very badly by the silver baby dragon before, Viscount Fitch's face turned gloomy after laughing, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If you dare to hurt me, Viscount, when I catch you, I will let you know what cruelty is."
Although the Metal Dragon Tribe is far from something that he, the Viscount, can provoke.
But as long as the captives imprison the young dragon, immediately take it to a bottomless underground prison, and then set up a forbidden magic circle to isolate the breath of the real dragon, as long as it is not discovered by the adult metal dragons, there will be no problem.
.
Such hidden dangers must exist.
If the dragons find out that their young dragons are imprisoned and tortured... the angry true dragon may burn the entire Chike City, no, the entire Xiasen Kingdom to the ground.
But interests are attractive to people. Driven by huge interests, there are always people who dare to ignore the price they may have to pay.
After Viscount Fitch finished speaking, he expected to see a look of uneasiness on the young dragon's face.
He knew that dragons could understand his own language.
However, what made Viscount Fitch a little uneasy and nervous was that the silver baby dragon's eyes were indifferent, without a trace of fear. Viscount Fitch couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart. Under the gaze of the other party, he subconsciously stepped back.
A few steps.
Come back to your senses.
Viscount Fitch became furious when he was frightened by a baby dragon.
"First seriously injure the young dragon and make it incapacitated, and then deal with the little warlock."
After receiving orders from Viscount Fitch.
The warriors held sharp axes or heavy swords and ran towards the silver baby dragon. The two spellcasters didn't even bother to attack directly. They just prepared spells and watched quietly to prevent the baby dragon from flying into the sky and escaping.
For dragons, age is a crucial factor, related to all aspects of a dragon's strength.
Just a baby dragon.
No more powerful than ordinary adult magical creatures.
A few well-trained warriors can handle it easily.
Looking at the enemies approaching towards him, the little silver dragon turned his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was about to breathe out dragon breath.
but.
The accident happened suddenly.
call!
A strong wind swept over and fell from the sky. The fierce wind blew the bodies of several running warriors to stagger, making it difficult for them to make any progress. It was just that they had exhausted their strength to stabilize their bodies in the flying sand and rocks.
Viscount Fitch, who was further away, stared intently.
At this time, the strong wind and the blown sand dispersed.
Two humans with dark skin, tall and muscular bodies, and somewhat androgynous faces appeared in everyone's field of vision, standing between the silver hatchlings and Viscount Fitch's men.
"Who are you?"
"Want to ruin my good deeds?"
"I am Viscount Fitch of Chirk City. My father is a duke and has been friends with the royal family of the kingdom for generations. If you want to go against our Fitch family, you'd better think about your abilities."
Seeing the two uninvited guests who came with the strong wind, Viscount Fitch's eyes flickered and he recalled his family background.
"If you come after me again, you will be responsible for the consequences."
With that said, the strong wind picked up again and formed a tornado, which directly involved the young sorcerer and the little silver dragon who screamed in surprise, and disappeared in the blink of an eye along with the two suspicious humans who suddenly arrived here.
Looking at the departing hurricane and tornado, Viscount Fitch had a look of astonishment on his face.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Quickly use your magic to catch up."
After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly said to his spell caster.
"Master, I'm afraid the opponent's strength far exceeds ours, and he should also be eyeing the young dragon and the ignorant girl from another world."
"It's better not to mess with such a strong man of unknown origin."
"They can kill us all at will."
The caster looked solemnly and whispered.
Just looking at the momentum of the tornado hurricane as it passed through the dense forest, the caster could feel the chasm-like gap. It was lucky that he was not killed casually. How could he dare to pursue it again?
"unlucky."
"It was a waste of my Viscount's time. Let's go back to the city."
When he heard that he had unknowingly stepped half into hell, Viscount Fitch was shocked inside. On the surface, he cursed and pretended not to care to hide his fear.
Immediately.
Viscount Fitch took his troops back home.
To be continued...