"Me? I just asked you to take a look, and then we all run! After all, as your subordinate, it's not proper for me to run ahead of you!" the captain explained.

Baron suddenly understood!

After that, he hurriedly returned to his residence, took some valuables, and fled directly!

The other citizens and soldiers also noticed something was amiss! Upon accidentally learning that the Lord had fled,

they directly followed suit and ran away!

This huge town, with nearly a thousand inhabitants at least.

When Land led his army to arrive, there wasn't a single person in sight! Not even a dog!

The entire town was empty.

In response, Land was unconcerned and continued to move forward slowly.

On the contrary, the two dragon cubs gradually slowed down, then turned back to the town.

Land of course knew what these two were up to, probably wanting to go back and see if they could scavenge anything valuable.

The result was obvious. Looking at the disappointed expressions on the two dragon cubs, it was evident they found nothing.

This was only natural.

After all, with Land leading the army at a very slow pace, it gave them enough time to evacuate!

When the entire Dragon Legion left.

More than half a day later, the people of the town finally dared to return, observing that the town was largely undamaged, which felt strange to them.

What exactly does this Three-headed Dragon and his wicked legion intend to do?

It's not robbery! Nor is it destruction...

Wherever the Dragon Legion went, everyone avoided it, and no noble force dared to face it head-on.

This matter soon reached the ears of the surrounding nobles by fast horse message.

Very soon.

Doro City.

In a basement of the Earl's Castle.

Three Nature Elves were tied to an iron pole, their bodies drenched in a mixture of sweat and blood, their originally fair skin now covered with whip marks!

"Speak! Where did that Evil Dragon go?"

A man about sixty years old, but looking extremely strong, much like a brown bear, asked fiercely.

He still held a blood-stained whip in his hand.

His voice was filled with viciousness and brutality, like a demonic wind from Hell.

"I... already... said... I... don't know..."

The Nature Elf in the middle, with her head hanging low, spoke in a voice like a mosquito, her breath extremely weak.

"Don't know? You're the captain of that Evil Dragon's Elf lackeys! And you're telling me you don't know? Are you kidding me?"

The bear-like old man roared, immediately swinging his arm, letting the whip in his hand turn into a long snake, mercilessly striking the Elf!

Pa!!!

"Ugh..."

The Elf groaned, directly fainting, her breath becoming weaker, seeming near death.

"Want to die? Not so easy!"

Like a brown bear, the old man growled, unexpectedly taking a bottle of Red Potion from a Dimension Bag at his waist. He grabbed the Elf's chin, forcing her to open her mouth and poured it down.

After several gulps of the Red Potion were poured in,

the Elf coughed twice, regaining consciousness.

"Ugh... Am I... not dead yet?"

The Elf's voice was full of confusion.

"Lackeys of the Evil Dragon! The suffering you endure now is not even a tenth of what my daughter went through! How could I let you die?

And that incompetent Ireland fellow! Allowing his people to harm my daughter! Do you think the deaths of those lowly people will settle this? Absolutely not!

Wait for me! Whether it's that Evil Dragon, or you, and Ireland, I will take your heads and hang them before my daughter's grave! Just wait!!"

The bear-like old man slapped the Elf's face again, speaking fiercely.

He was the father of the Countess of Ireland, Count Doron.

Also a very powerful Great Warrior assessed as level 17 by the Adventurer Association!

Legend has it that in his youth, on an adventure, this Count was once captured by a Legendary Level Caster who was also a Great Alchemist.

A year later he reappeared, possessing a bear-like strong body and strength, rising rapidly in his career, eventually becoming a level 17 Great Warrior and securing the title of Count.

Knock knock knock~

The sound of footsteps echoed, and in the basement, a man in his forties appeared who bore a 70-80% resemblance to the Count, though slightly smaller in size.

He surveyed the bound Elves, a hint of greed in his eyes, unconsciously licking his lips.

"What are you doing here?"

Count Doron glanced at him and couldn't help but ask.

"Father! We've just received news! An Evil Dragon is running rampant in the Kingdom with its minions, causing many nobles much distress."

The man replied; he was Count Dorne's eldest son and also a powerful level 15 Great Warrior.

"What does that have to do with us? Our dear His Majesty the King will deal with that Evil Dragon anyway," Count Dorne couldn't help but remark.

"Father, they say this Evil Dragon has black scales on its back, only red scales on its chest and stomach, and its neck is very short. Most importantly, the path it's following seems to be directly towards us!"

"What? Is it the Evil Dragon that killed your sister?"

Count Dorne became excited immediately, slapping his eldest son's shoulder, making him wince.

"No, I heard this Evil Dragon is extremely large, with a body length of at least twenty meters, and we suspect it is the parent of that Evil Dragon.

Hmph! What a cowardly dragon! We went to such great lengths to set up the Anti-Air Domain, and it turns out that Evil Dragon was nothing but a cowardly Kobold!"

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