Garen looked at Duke Thorns with a half-smile, and then gently opened the dragon's mouth, revealing the snow-white dragon teeth as sharp as knives.

His actions made the expressions of the surrounding guards change drastically at the same time. Some of them moved their bodies to defend against the next attack for Grand Duke of Thorns, while others raised their weapons and aimed at Garen, ready to go.

At the same time, Grand Duke Thorns looked solemn, and a heavy scolding sound came from his thin body: "Stop!"

The prestige of the Grand Duke of Thorns was very high, and at the moment of the order, the guards nearby stopped their movements in response, but they were still staring at Garen with full alertness.

When the Grand Duke of Thorns appeared here and showed a calm attitude not afraid of the might of the dragon, the morale of these guards improved a lot.

Originally, because of the huge size of Gallen, the pressure of the pressure has disappeared a lot, and it seems that he has found a backbone that he can rely on.

And this backbone is just an ordinary person who has no power.

This trust comes from long-term accumulation.

There was no dangerous dragon breath brewing in Garen's mouth, which relieved the casters who were preparing for the protection spell.

They really could not have imagined the possibility of resisting the breath of a super-large real dragon at such a close distance.

If Kanon strikes, everyone present will surely die.

In the current Duchy of Mosha, there is not even a high-ranking wizard with a seventh ring. The strongest person is the first spellcaster to speak to Garen, a sixth-ranked wizard who has exhausted his potential and has no hope of a high-ranking wizard.

How can this make the super-large real dragon be afraid of it?

On the other side, under the gazes of nervous eyes, a tiny red light flashed in Garen's mouth, turning into a fiery red staff that was over one meter long, which he gently pinched with his huge dragon claws.

As soon as the fiery red staff came out, the eyes of the surrounding spellcasters were all attracted to him.

The excited elemental energy, the extraordinary quality of the rod body material, and the dark red sapphire with fluid flame inside... It is like a candlelight in the dark night, making it difficult for the casters present to look away.

A staff of excellent quality, an item that all spellcasters desire.

Jialong lowered his head and looked down at the small Duke Thorns. There was no emotion in the platinum dragon eyes, and his voice was indifferent: "I wonder if this red flame staff can remind you of something."

The Grand Duke of Thorns looked at the Red Flame Staff, pondered for a few seconds, and then shook his head: "I have never seen it before, it seems to be of good quality, and it is a magical weapon that all spellcasters are eager to pursue, but it can be used by powerful real weapons. The dragon gets it, but it is its luck."

His voice was sincere and did not seem to be false.

Immediately afterwards, Jialong's expression darkened slightly, his tone became a little more serious, and he said, "I came from the extreme arctic plains."

When the Grand Duke of Thorns heard the word "extremely polar ice", he was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed slightly, and his eyes looked at Jialong with a little more uneasiness.

According to intelligence information, Moulton's friend is a silver dragon...

But what puzzled the Grand Duke of Thorns was that Morton's friend should be a female silver dragon. When he entered and exited human society, he transformed into a woman and walked with him.

But the silver dragon in front of me... doesn't look like a female.

Seeing the slight change in the face of the Grand Duke of Thorns, Garen's face was calm and calm, and he slowly said in a casual but extremely stressful tone: "I have a close friend who fled to the extreme arctic plains, but was forced to meet the enemy on the way. They perished together, leaving only two descendants."

After a pause, Garen leaned forward, bowed his head and approached the Duke of Thorns.

"Afterwards, an elite army of 2,000 people went to the extreme Arctic and was buried under the ice and snow."

"On their gear, thorn flowers are engraved."

"You don't know the Red Flame Staff, but you should be familiar with the thorn flower pattern."

Garen scrutinized the Grand Duke of Thorns, watching his face gradually change.

He had guessed in his mind before that the lava half-plane portal was obtained by the Principality of Mosha, otherwise he would not have sent people to pursue Moulton all the way to a dangerous place like the Arctic Icefield.

After arriving in this city, Garen saw a lot of thorn patterns and some similar equipment on the guards, and confirmed his conjecture.

The eyes of Grand Duke Thorns changed, and finally he sighed a long, looking up at Garen, suppressing a trace of fear in his heart, and said, "Your Excellency Yinlong is here for Morton?"

The voice paused, and the Duke of Thorns said calmly, slowly: "The Metal Dragons have always upheld kindness and justice, helping the weak and fighting evil, but they will never interfere in the normal battles between humans."

"Multon died in the strife between countries, and I actually have no hatred with him."

"If Your Excellency Yinlong wants to anger the Principality of Moxia because of this, I have nothing to say."

"I just hope you don't take your anger out on the innocent people of the Principality of Mosha, they don't know about it."

Swish!

The cold light flickered, and the surrounding guards' faces sank at the same time, and the blades in their hands flickered with cold light under the icy night.

A whisper of a spell came from the caster's mouth.

The Grand Duke of Thorns did not say anything to stop him this time.

If Garen came to seek revenge, even if it was not an opponent, he would not sit still.

Jia Long was silent, looking at the guards who were facing the enemy, grinned and smiled.

"Little one, I'm not in the mood to kill today, but if someone wants to challenge the bottom line of a real dragon, I don't mind letting blood flow into a river here."

The Grand Duke of Thorns showed a hint of doubt, and then asked: "Since it's not to avenge Morton, why did you come?"

Jialong shook the red flame staff and said, "This staff is also a key at the same time. What I need is something that the key can open."

When he heard Garen's words, the Grand Duke of Thorns frowned and hesitated for a while.

He still has an unrealistic idea in his heart. If he can open up the channel with the lava half plane, even if the current Mosha Duchy has weakened to a low point~www.mtlnovel.com~, it will be able to return to its peak one day.

"As a close friend of Moulton's, I can't let his legacy fall out."

"Now, I give you two options.

"One is to take the initiative to hand over Moulton's relic to me, and the other is, I will turn this place into scorched earth, and then I will do it myself and find it in the ashes."

The red flame staff lit up slightly, and the surrounding temperature rose steadily.

The elevated temperature made Grand Duke Thorns unwell, and he took a few steps back unbearably, his face flushed red by the firelight.

Almost in the blink of an eye, five or six small red light groups the size of peas appeared in front of Garen.

Jumping up and down in the air, like little red elves, but they were filled with an aura of destruction.

The pressure of the spellcasters increased sharply, and their expressions changed greatly.