Dragon, the top magical creature, is naturally the best sacrifice.

Therefore, when they heard the news about the young dragon, Ange and others immediately followed. Underage real dragons happened to be a category they could easily deal with. Using dragons as sacrifices was enough to please the god of tyranny.

Planet Frances was also one of the theaters of the Glory War in the past, and the Dragon Clan’s current prestige is astonishing.

However, the value that dragons can bring is too great, and there are still many brave people who dare to form a team to slay dragons when they find an opportunity.

Immediately, the caster constructed magical flames and burned the entire tavern to the ground.

Surrounded by flames and bones, the dark paladin and the others quickly disappeared from the spot while holding the herb gatherer with a frightened expression in one hand.

By the time the residents of Linye Town realized something was wrong and called the Kingdom Guard to come, only the remains of the tavern that had been burned by the flames and had a pungent and strange burning smell were left.

after a while.

Needle Mountains, next to a stream.

Under the cover of lush forest leaves, shadows are everywhere.

Katcha!

A dead branch was trampled down.

The dark paladin raised his head and looked at the towering mountain, which was much higher than other peaks, and said: "Is this the Gor Peak?"

He asked the herb collector who was being pinched by him like a little chicken.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Sir, I have brought you to Mount Gore and given you the news you want. I don't need any reward. I just ask you to spare my life. By the gods, I still have an eighty-year-old man at home.

Mothers and babies need to be nurtured, and they need me."

"I don't want to die yet."

The herb collector cried bitterly and begged for mercy.

"Pathetic weakling, don't cry."

Ange said softly.

The medicine collector looked happy, thinking that the other party would not kill him.

"May the Prince of Darkness strip you of your weaknesses and fears."

Katsa.

Just like stepping on a dead branch, Ange casually broke the opponent's neck, and then threw it into the nearby stream without even looking at it.

The unlimited domination of the weak and the ability to do whatever they want is contained in the teachings of the God of Tyranny. As a dark paladin, Ange received six years of training in a secret temple of the God of Tyranny. He always listened to the teachings and honed his skills.

Body and mind.

Such a loyal believer in the god of tyranny naturally has no mercy for the weak.

In their view, the strong naturally have the right and responsibility to dominate the weak.

The weak can only obey.

"Lucas, see if there are any traces of dragons here."

The dark paladin looked at the caster.

The spellcaster named Lucas nodded, then whispered the spell to construct the spell.

Soon, a faint light appeared in his eyes, and he looked towards Gore Peak.

After just one glance, the caster looked back and said with joy: "There is a very strong dragon aura here. Judging from the brightness, it seems that they are all dragons who are still underage and have just entered the youth stage."

"The traces they left are very clear, and they obviously don't have much experience in operating outside."

"We can deal with this young dragon easily."

The caster said firmly.

"A red dragon and a white dragon...my lord will definitely be satisfied with this sacrifice."

A deep smile sounded from the mouth of another Dark Paladin.

Next, under the cover of the caster's breathing spell, the four of them began to approach Gore Peak, following the traces left by the young dragon and searching, getting closer and closer to the other party's hiding place.

Because the two young dragons didn't know how to cover their tracks, they left many traces behind.

Soon, somewhere at the foothills of Gore Peak, a few people hiding in the dense trees followed all the way and saw a newly opened open-air cave entrance.

The caster looked toward the hole.

The rich dragon aura is as dazzling as the sun.

"The prey are in the dragon's nest right now."

At the same time, amidst the dull thunder, majestic heavy rain fell from the dark clouds that had been suppressed for a long time. The raindrops hit the dense woods in a series, colliding with the branches and leaves, making crisp sounds, one after another.

The rain curtain is vast, like white mist.

"My Lord Bane must be protecting us."

Ange raised his head and looked at the dark sky with raindrops, lightning and thunder with a pious look on his face.

Dragons have a very good sense of smell. If they are too close to the dragon's nest, even if there is a spellcaster's spell, there is still a risk of being discovered by the opponent in advance. However, this just-right rainstorm can wash away the smell they carry, making the dragon even less likely to smell.

Easy to spot.

Bathed in the heavy rain, several hunters quietly approached the dragon's nest and then set foot inside.

If you want to slay a dragon, you must first limit the dragon's ability to fly.

In Ange's view, entering a dragon's nest formed by a hollow inside the mountain makes it difficult for the opponent to escape and fly up to the sky, without the need to arrange a magic circle to block the sky.

The dragon's nest is not very deep.

After just a few minutes of cautious movement, several people stopped moving forward and held their breath.

At this time, in the dragon's nest in the dark and barren mountains, what caught their eyes were two small real dragons.

One red and one white.

Both dragons are not that big in size, measuring about ten meters from head to tail. They both look to be around forty or fifty years old, still some distance away from adulthood.

However, the white dragon looked a bit special. There was a circle of black scales around its neck, which made Ange feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember the specific source of the familiarity.

Both dragons were sleeping soundly, seemingly unaware that they were being treated as prey and that the hunter was already right in front of them.

"This is the first time I have seen such a defenseless dragon."

"This will be our easiest dragon hunt."

Within the shroud of the silent magic circle, the caster said.

This was not the first time they hunted dragons. They had rich experience. By using dragons as sacrifices and receiving many gifts from the God of Tyranny, they gained superhuman powers at this time.

"The strange thing is, why do red dragons mix with white dragons?"

"Shouldn't the red dragon, the leader of the five colored dragons, despise the white dragon and regard it as a shame?"

The two dragons in front of them were sleeping cuddling together, and their relationship seemed to be quite good.

The ranger with some elven blood looked slightly cold and whispered: "After the Glory War, the situation within the dragon clan has changed. Now it is possible for the golden dragon and the red dragon to come together."

Said.

The ranger took off the long bow from his back and looked sharply at the dragon.

"Don't alarm them yet, destroy their eyes with one blow."

The dark paladin said.

Dragons are the top magical creatures and are very sensitive to magic.

At close range, if the caster constructs a spell again, it is very likely that they will be alarmed first. Moreover, although they are all sleeping soundly, if the dark paladin comes closer, they may be awakened.

At this time, a ranger with superb archery skills comes into play.

The ranger nodded, taking out four special feather arrows at the same time, and pressed them all on the bowstring with one hand.

The arrows of these missing arrows have a little bit of starlight, which looks extremely beautiful, and at the same time shines with a cold light, beautiful but dangerous and deadly. They are mixed with expensive mithril and can fly silently. At the same time, they are engraved with demon-breaking, armor-breaking, etc.

Waiting for magic runes.

Because of his elven blood.

Although hybrid rangers are not recognized by the elves, they are also proud of them.

Because the elf was defeated by the dragons, he has strong hostility towards the dragons.

In the silent dragon's lair, the ranger stretched his bow string to the full moon, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. Immediately, he moved his fingers, and four arrows shot out in a volley, drawing four arcs in the air and flying accurately towards the eyes of the two giant dragons.

The passage of time seemed to slow down.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, the accident happened.

The red dragon turned over and subconsciously arched the white dragon's head.

Chi chi chi chi...... The four arrows missed, almost grazing the dragon's scales, and sank into the mountain wall behind, leaving a bottomless hole.
To be continued...