Chapter 1308 Worrying Is Worse than Taking Action

"Minasnir, what is Imrik doing?"

This most nagging voice in the memory made the giant dragon, whose life course was enough to witness the history of elves, helplessly lower its eyes...

Adila is difficult to be accepted by the dragons, and even many dragons do not think she is an outsider who can trust her. However, since the dragons cannot be dealt with, as long as the leader is dealt with, all problems will be solved.

Lao Mi only had one idea for her, and that was to avoid being nagged all the time to form a joint council of elves and dragons...to discuss how much money should be allocated to the dragons as subsidies every year.

This is simply ridiculous. How can any giant dragon be self-reliant? Moreover, the old guys headed by Yao Xinglong need to actively go out and determine the amount of funding for their relatives based on their recent performance.

Lao Mi stood on the distant mountains of Karak Fearless Castle, spreading his wings, seeming to block the light of the evil moon, covering the weak beasts in the forest below who had not yet discovered the existence of the overlord of the food chain.

He responded to the communication from Tyron Locke with a somewhat helpless tone.

"As always, reckless and desperate."

"Is there any danger?"

How to say this? Lao Mi looked at the two elves who were still killing wantonly in the canyon in the distance. There was a high probability that... there should be no problem.

"I can't guarantee that there is no danger, but I can guarantee that Imrik is alive."

This is the confidence that belongs to Minas Nir, and Adira also believes in the dragon's guarantee, but she still questions the dream she had while snoring.

"But I'm still worried... He is always so reckless, as if there is no suitable opponent in the world, and he just wants to decorate the family history that can no longer be filled with honor.

And have you forgotten, about the curse of the Caledor family..."

"That's a rumor. Three generations can't fight side by side? It's ridiculous." Minas Nir felt that as the elf girl got older, she had more and more things to worry about. She used to celebrate Imrik's great victory after the war. .

My current habit is to repeatedly tell my husband not to take risks.

When Adila wanted to continue talking, Lao Mi was already impatient. He interrupted Adila's nagging worries and said in a sonorous voice: "Let go of the palace's magic defense matrix, and I will send you here. , tell Imrik face to face."

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A familiar blue-white light flashed in front of Imrik. Judging from the aura, this should be Lao Mi's teleportation spell.

But why didn't Lao Mi say anything about this? Could it be that he thought I was old and needed help in fighting?

I thought that regardless of the teleportation magic, whoever would handle it would treat it as a wasted death, interfering with Grandpa Phoenix King's elegance in fighting.

But when a beautiful figure appeared, Imric couldn't hide his surprise: "Adila?"

The female prince is dressed in a military uniform, with the rarely used artifact long sword on her waist. The surface of the red-yellow armor is covered with fine and difficult-to-see runes. The resolute face under the tasseled helmet all shows that she is absolutely Not a delicate woman who needs protection.

The blood-stained Phoenix King, coupled with the surprised expression, made the female prince's worried expression gradually turn into a trace of contempt after discovering that the blood was all green-skinned.

"Imrik, Imrik, I always say that after a battle, you will have a strange smell on your body that is difficult to wipe off. Can you be more careful next time so that you don't have flesh foam and blood stains all over your body?"

Ignoring his wife's teasing, Imrik immediately contacted Lao Mi, preparing to ask what was going on. If the good Tyron Locke didn't stay here, why would he come to the old world to eat the stench of green skins when he was a grandmother and raising his grandson in the Dragon Palace? .

But Adila obviously knew her husband's next move, and she raised her eyebrows: "Your wife is in the middle of the battlefield. If you want me to evaluate you higher, it depends on whether you act quickly or think quickly." Yu took action..."

Damn...

Knowing that there was no way to send Adira away, Imric could only sigh and took the Dragon Fire Sword from his wife, his tone was helpless but also a little excited:

"Then let's have a long-lost cooperation between husband and wife. If you lose..."

"It's a pretty good idea to be responsible for handling the government affairs of the Phoenix Royal Court."

"How could it be..."

While he was anxious about the negotiation, Eltharion interrupted the couple's conversation with a slightly resentful tone: "You two, this is not the garden of the dragon's palace... I am a war lord, not a jester who serves to promote harmony between husband and wife. ”

"You are still the same boring person, Eltharion."

Adira, who shook his head, finally chose to take action to resolve the worries in his heart, drew his sword and rushed towards the nearest green-skinned boy.

Although the female prince rarely fights against greenskins, it does not mean that she cannot cope with it. As a warrior who can wield a halberd during pregnancy, she has often fought against many masters in Ulthuan, including a husband and wife mixed doubles against Drak. Neil quantity is the most.

Adira was very fast. When the kid raised his machete high and slashed down with a bolt from the blue, he nimbly dodged sideways. The sunset on the right ran along the green-skinned kid's body and successfully took his life without staining any blood.

An elegant warrior, different from the Phoenix King's cold fury. The enemies killed by Adira mostly suffered several precise fatal injuries, especially the eye sockets, throat, and heart. They were like a flower constantly moving in the chaotic battlefield. The beautiful leaves of flowers turned into deadly weapons, mercilessly killing lives.

In stark contrast, there is the Phoenix King's powerful attack. After reaching a certain level of martial arts, you find that the so-called moves are nonsense. If you can cut the opponent into two pieces with one sword, then there is no need to spend more time looking for the key point.

The husband and wife's joint efforts to fight together were obviously much better than the tacit understanding between the monarch and his subjects just now. However, as Eltharion gradually adapted to the rhythm, the situation turned into Imric's main attack, slashing to death a dozen of the nearby green-skinned boys with one sword. One, Etila Charge uses the characteristics of the Chariot Prince, crashing forward as the spearhead, while Eltharion is responsible for accurately sniping enemies that appear to be threatening.

The speed of the three people's cooperation was faster than before... But after Eltharion eliminated the opponent in front of him, he glanced sideways at the Phoenix King and found that his old friend was obviously working much harder than before, and his posture of using both sword and gun was intended to protect him. Live the swift Adira.

Although the attack was rapid, Adila was obviously dissatisfied with the progress. She just wanted to end the battle quickly and stop the source of worry immediately.

She stopped, raised her sword in front of her chest, put on a defensive posture, and said in a solemn tone: "Imrik, use your special skills quickly. It is difficult to defeat tens of thousands of greenskins with the sword alone."

"I don't have any special skills, my female prince..." I wanted to quibble. After all, it is a rare opportunity to kill. The collision of swords and guns is the romance of a warrior.

Adila's unkind eyes only made the Phoenix King lower his head helplessly. Who sent Adila here? When the matter is over, I want him to look good! (End of chapter)