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Forty-seven watched with some confusion as the dragon shook its huge head and roared, while Milia saluted with his sword in great respect.

The dragon looked at the two of them, apparently bored by their reactions.

He rolled his eyes and roared again: "When I was young, I was transparent, but when I grew up, I turned white, and if I hold me, I can drive away the torment of Shuangri, but at the cost of me draining from you, who am I! Tell me quickly! Whoever can't guess will eat him!"

This riddle is stupid. Forty-seven grinned, too lazy to take care of it.

"Honorable Brass Dragon, Lord Abago...... I am Miria, the Paladin of the Knights of the Morning Light, and I am on the way to trial, and I have tracked down an evil half-purgatory creature here, and I am sorry to disturb your rest......" Miria bowed his head slightly, and a good example of the etiquette of a paladin.

It should be Abazig...... The name is so strange, Forty-Seven looked at the appearance of the dragon and suddenly wanted to laugh. Doesn't the dragon like to rob little girls and raise them in the castle but do nothing, just waiting for the hero to save them? Why does it seem that the role has changed now?

The brass head twisted towards him.

"Hah, evil fellow! How can I allow evil to exist on the territory of Lord Abazig--I am called Abazig! I'm going to eat you--huh? What are you holding in your hand? Is it the Frozen Knight's greatsword? Ahhh Come, give me the sword, and I'll show you how to hold it the right way—"

Why listen to you, it looks like an insatiable fool.

"There was a bastard who knocked a bag on my head just now, I don't think it could be you, right?" The slender pupils of the brass head like snake eyes squinted across Forty-Seven's body, after thinking that Forty-Seven had not obeyed him.

Forty-seven felt a chill. He put his two-handed sword behind his back, but he didn't want it to look too conspicuous: "Abazig Dragon, your hands are too big, I think this thing can only pick your teeth......"

"Ahh

This was followed by a long, clear dragon groan.

Forty-seven heard a hint of annoyance in his words, and he was on guard to prevent the brass dragon from making a surprise attack, but Abazig's massive body quickly shrank and his wings drooped—and in an instant, he was transformed into a sallow old man in a patina robe.

"All right, now show me the sword!" Abazig crawled out of the pit he had made and walked towards Forty-Seven in a rage.

"No, what if you don't pay me back?" Forty-Seven jumped off the dunes before Abazig could catch him.

"Only a liar is worried about being deceived!" said the old man.

"Hey, the dragon itself is a symbol of greed, otherwise why would you catch so many women?"

"You dare to say that I am greedy?!When did I arrest a woman!How dare you slander the sacred brass dragon Lord Abazig!Aren't you afraid of the great Abazig?! What's the matter with this kid?" the brass dragon found that Milia, whose face was pale and a little shaky, was probably a sign of detachment after his mood was relaxed.

"She's afraid you'll take her into the castle and lock her up, for she's not a princess, and no prince will be blind to her. Forty-seven spread his hands and walked away.

"Well... It seems to be an excessive condensation of holy power. The brass dragon ignored Forty-Seven.

"Don't arrest her, this guy is very fierce. "Forty-seven leaned on the hilt of his sword and said cool words.

"It's all said that I don't catch women!!" this old man's voice is not ordinary.

"Look, she's shaking. Forty-seven pointed to Milia, who was worse, and gloated.

"Roar......" the brass dragon angrily stroked his hand on Milia's head.

A huge amount of magical energy slowly poured into Milia's body, and the effect was immediately visible.

"Oh~ It turns out that you don't just catch women. The brass dragon showed his hand, impressing Forty-Seven.

"You bastard boy. ”

"Allow me to destroy this evil half-infernal creature in your land!" Milia regained her mind and went straight to the point, her mind now undistracted.

"Alright, little girl! He's not a half-purgatory! Although he looks like a half-purgatory, smells like a half-purgatory, and probably eats like a half-purgatory, he's not a half-purgatory! At least not exactly!"

Abazig touched the pin-like beard on his chin: "This kid is full of fun, look at the armor on his body - it's not armor!"

Forty-seven jumped back again: "Don't be interested in me, I'm not easy to mess with." ”

"Hmph! I haven't settled accounts with you just now, and the consequences of insulting a dragon are very severe! I will blow an eternal wind and trap you in the desert forever-"

"Master Abazigh, you...... What are you talking about? How could he not?" Miriah was completely confused, if her spiritual sense did not feel a trace of evil aura on the brass dragon, I am afraid that she would really think that this brass dragon was transformed by an evil blue dragon.

"A constructor, well, is at least half a constructor, and it can even be said to be a constructing creature, although it doesn't make sense, of course, there is not much truth to be said in this world. Abazigh narrowed his eyes and glared at Forty-Seven with bad intentions, or maybe he was still thinking about the sword behind Forty-Seven.

Forty-seven continued to retreat, keeping a certain distance from Abazigh, and there was no doubt about the disparity in strength.

"Lord Abazig, allow me to continue my unfinished duties! The Lord of Splendor has led me here, and no matter who he really is, the air is filled with the stench of this filthy creature, and I can't let it go!" Miria stood up straight, her greatsword in hand, and it seemed that she would not stop there.

Forty-seven stood aside coldly, although that girl was talented, she was far from posing a big threat to herself, but that dragon was hard to say, looking at his strange temperament, it was hard to guarantee that he would attack himself at any time, and the person who was full of nonsense was the most ruthless.

"Oh, this kind of Cheng Dù's holy power, a gifted god knight, no wonder you have the audacity to fight that little iron bastard. It seems that it was only now that Abbazig really discovered Miria's identity: "Is Catherine okay? But you probably don't know her...... The last time I saw her was two hundred years ago, or so on, maybe three hundred years ago, when the whole continent was in the midst of war, and there was scorched earth and piles of corpses, even in this desolate desert...... Take it easy, little girl, it's not so fun to summon the Holy Power too much, the aftermath is much stricter than you think, although you have just been treated by me with divine power, Catherine - what are you going to do, don't go over there, behind that dune is just another dune - didn't you hear me speak!"

Seeing Forty-Seven quietly retreating, Abazigh clapped his hands, and after a burst of yellow smoke, he turned back into a yellow-orange-orange dragon flapping his wings and soaring, the yellow sand hung by the winged wind was no less than a sandstorm cloud, making it even more difficult to distinguish the direction in the dark night, and when Forty-Seven took up his body in the storm that gradually stopped, he found that Abazigh had squatted on the top of the dune, stretched his neck, and his head stopped less than three centimeters from Forty-Seven.

Forty-seven's metallic color and cloudy eyes that still kept turning looked up and down, and the breath from his fist-sized nostrils lifted Forty-Seven's hood, and Forty-Seven no longer did anything to hide, his red and blackened scaly iron armor skin rose slightly because of the strength he gathered, and his dark red eyes stared straight at the old dragon in front of him.

Miria stood under the sand dunes, the storm had caused her to lose the figures of Forty-Seven and Abazig for a while, and when she found them, she was in the embarrassment of not knowing whether to rush forward or stay where she was because of the confrontation between the two sides.

Although no one notices this embarrassment.

"Hey, your name?" Abbazig retracted his neck and nodded, looking down at the tiny humanoid creature in front of him.

"Forty-seven. ”。