"Is this mechanical creature in your hands that you are about to praise the heavens a fictitious thing?" said a bored Dearnett after Alfie sent a message to Kenobi via the visual microphone ball but did not receive a response for a long time.

Thanks to Alfie's powerful eyesight, which had been magnified countless times in his spirit state, Dear Knight even saw that the initially cautious troll warrior had wandered in the misty forest for a long time, and his courage had become fat again, and he flew to the vicinity of the black dragon's body that was still hovering at a low altitude with the help of flying runes. Judging by what he meant, this time he planned to pry off a piece of dragon scales from the black dragon as a collectible.

"It's so rare that Zambit wants to take the dragon scales from your body, and you're not angry at all?" Alfie asked.

"Cut~ It's not that I underestimate him, just with his strength of the twelfth level, it is simply wishful thinking to take a piece of dragon scales from the black dragon of the Demon Gold Sanctuary!" said Dearnet contemptuously.

That being said, Dearnet's subconscious still expressed a strong desire to get close to Zambit, which was keenly captured by Alfie.

Elfie's spirit followed with empathy, and he wanted to know how the death-fighting Troll Warrior could achieve his goal.

"Ha~ Did you see that?" Dear Knight smiled proudly, Zambit plunged his spear deep into a piece of dragon scales he had carefully selected, ready to pry off the dragon scales that were taller than him, but he didn't expect a purple lightning bolt to automatically appear on the dragon scales, and easily knocked him away.

"I'm sure Zambit won't give up so easily. Alfie said with great certainty. No one knows better than him how "tenacious" the troll warriors who are the onset of death sickness can be.

However, Zambit's next move made Alfie deeply realize that he still seriously underestimated the degree of death of the troll warriors.

After being knocked away by the purple lightning, the twitching Zambit seemed to realize that he couldn't pry a piece of dragon scales off the black dragon, so he immediately changed his target. Under Alfie's stunned gaze, Zambit carried the spear on his shoulder, and began to gesture against the scales of the black dragon.

"It's too much for him to still want to engrave on my scales with that iron toothpick!" said Dearnet, who also guessed what he was going to do from Zambit's movements. Most of the black dragon's powerful defense comes from hard dragon scales, and if Zambit's spear could easily leave traces on it, it is estimated that the black dragon would have been successfully slain.

But what happened next made Dear Knight completely devastated, Zambit's spear actually left a notch on the black dragon scales, and the nicks were so deep that they were about to pierce the black dragon scales.

"Why—Why is this so?" said Dearnet, stammering that the spear in Zambit's hand was not just an ordinary piece of steel, why couldn't even the scales of the black dragon be so proud?

"Zambit has always said that his spear is the treasure of the trolls, maybe there is something special?" Alfie guessed.

"What treasure? I've seen his spear, it's just an ordinary iron spear - wait a minute!" Diarnet carefully sensed the spear in Zambit's hand, and his face suddenly changed: "Why does his spear suddenly have a divine aura? This aura comes from—the divine dragon flame of the Divine Dragon?"

"It seems that before we knew it, Barnett had tempered Zambit with the Divine Dragon Flame for his spear. Alfie's speculation is very close to the truth, and the old dwarf did inadvertently "temper" Zambit's spear when he was in the metal labyrinth of the sacred play space.

This is understandable. As the Divine Dragons that spawned the Dragongods, the weapons tempered by their Divine Dragon Flame can indeed deal damage to other Dragons. Dearnet said with a sudden realization.

"Dear Knight?"

"What?" said Dearnett, inexplicably at Alfie's clueless remarks.

"Isn't the best thing you should do now to stop Zambit from scribbling on you?" Alfie reminded with a forced smile.

At this time, Zambit's portrayal of the black dragon scales was almost complete, and on this black dragon scale, which was more than one person high, the dead troll warrior engraved in the fancy continental language: "Miss Tenell, I love you." Zambit".

"Ahhhh

"Elfi, give me control of the spirits, I'm going to make this dead guy look good!" said Dearknight impatiently.

"You and Zambit's accounts can be settled slowly, and now it's all about absorbing enough Dark Dragon Flame to help you break the Dragon Seal. Alfie reassured.

"But I'm very upset not to teach him a lesson!" said Dearnet, angrily.

"Patience is a good character. Alfie took out a "famous quote" from his predecessor's memory.

"Ahhh Alfie has absolute dominance over the spirits, and if he doesn't want De Knight, he doesn't have a temper at all.

Just as Dear Knight was searching for a reason to persuade Alfie to hand over the control of the spirit to him temporarily, an idea suddenly struck: "By the way, Alfie, why didn't you remind me to stop Zambit, and wait for him to finish carving those words? You are interested in seeing my jokes, right?"

"Where? I just reacted. Alfie forced a calm quibble. In fact, not only did he realize this problem a long time ago, but he even secretly used a visual teleportation ball to record all the footage of Zambit's engraving just now. For both Zambit and Dee Knight, this is definitely an excellent black material to blackmail them in the future.

As soon as he thought of this, Alfie felt an irrepressible excitement in his heart, and he couldn't wait to start imagining the scene when he blackmailed Zambit or Dear Knight after he took out this video in the future, and it was very emotional to think about it.

In essence, Alfie has the same heart of death as Zambit, but unlike the troll warriors, who die on the bright side, Alfie's death is more reflected in the shadows, but often the degree and destructiveness of this death are greater.

"You're lying! Don't forget that we share a spirit now, and I feel the throbbing of my soul when you answered!" Dear Knight's immediate debunking of Alfie, though he didn't know why Alfie was inexplicably agitated at such a time.

'Oh no, it's going to be exposed!, but the lesser of two powers, so I have to do it!' Alfie's thought flashed for a moment, and he immediately said solemnly, "Well, I admit that I deliberately waited for Zambit to finish carving to remind you, what do you want?"

"Give me the control of the spirit first, and when I clean up Zambit's bad breath, the account will be written off!" said Dearknight viciously.

"Deal!"