The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 199: The Dragon Who Knows the Times
When he looked up and saw Feng Yu on the wooden platform, his eyes lit up. The person standing on the high platform behind the Pupu City front line was actually a human.

He drove the dragon forward again and flew to a position fifty meters from the east bank of Lengshui River. He ignored the many powerful weapons aimed at him and looked coldly at the human on the platform. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Yu spoke first.

"Golden dragon, why did you break the ancient dragon oath and participate in the war between humans and a few intelligent races?"

Without mentioning anything else, Feng Yu put a big hat on this golden dragon.

The dragon race claims to be the guardian of the continent of Grion. One of their ancient oaths states that even if a dragon signs a contract with a certain race, it cannot get involved in similar racial conflicts or wars with the same race.

Conrad used his foot to implicitly signal his partner Clark while sitting on the saddle. The giant dragon Clark remained silent and did not respond to Feng Yu's words.

Conrad stood up in the saddle and shouted, "Shut up, you traitor!"

Lao Tielong roared, and Feng Yu shook violently on the stage!
He was stunned by the roar, what a traitor!
I am the righteous messenger sent by the Earth to lead Green forward. Doves of peace are circling around me. The core value...

Forget it, Feng Yu also understood that this guy riding on the giant dragon was not simple either. He had just put a hat on the dragon, and this guy came back to retaliate by accusing him of being a traitor.

"Golden Dragon, I warn you, since you have chosen to participate in this war, you must be prepared to pay the price for it."

The golden dragon Clara stared at Feng Yu with disdain in her huge dragon eyes, and roared in a thunderous voice: "No one can warn the dragon, roar..."

After Clark roared, he opened his huge bloody mouth, and a golden light appeared in his mouth, becoming brighter and brighter. It was the light of the gold dragon language magic.

Feng Yu slowly raised the demon hunting rifle in his hand and aimed it at the giant golden dragon that was showing off its might and preparing its magic unscrupulously.

If this guy was not from the dragon clan, and if the dragon clan did not have a Dragon City, Feng Yu guaranteed that there would be a feast made with this lizard with fleshy wings in the dinner tonight in Pupu City.

Feng Yu's finger was already on the trigger, and several brave demon hunters on the front line also raised their weapons and aimed at the giant dragon in the sky, including Herbert.

The anti-aircraft guns on the armed steam boat that came from upstream also turned their muzzles and aimed at the giant dragon.

Conrad looked at the armed steamboat emitting white steam, and the weapon on it, which was similar to the one in the hands of the riverside warrior but much larger, pointed at him, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The Viscount, who had the Eagle Eye skill, saw what happened to the fine iron shields and the shield warriors behind them.

A wild goose that had returned from hunting for beauty from a flock of geese raised in a cattail field met with disaster. This silly little guy might have gotten dizzy from too much exercise and flew straight past as if he didn't see the huge golden Clark in the sky.

The golden arrow shot out by the golden dragon Clark's golden magic archery technique carried golden light and strong wind, and directly pierced through the flying goose. The flying goose let out a wail and fell down.

Fortunately, Feng Yu was professional, otherwise he would have to laugh out loud. He thought that creatures like dragons were very tough, but it turned out to be cowards. He really didn't dare to shoot magic at him.

When the flying geese were about to fall to the ground, Feng Yu pulled out the large-caliber revolver from his waist and fired a shot. A cloud of blood mist and flying feathers appeared in the sky.

It wasn't that he was imitating cowboys to show off his marksmanship, but the demon hunting rifle in his hand had been replaced with demon-destroying bullets. The purely hand-carved demon-destroying bullets were too precious, and Feng Yu was reluctant to use them to show off.

Under the gazes of Clark and Conrad, Feng Yu gently blew away the gun smoke from the muzzle and put the gun back into the holster at his waist.

"Is it interesting? If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, then get out of here. If you keep talking a little longer, my captives will all be drowned."

Conrad's face immediately turned red with anger at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was now certain that the giant dragon would not dare to actually attack him, whether because of the dragon clan's oath or the military strength of Pupu City, so he was fearless.

What Feng Yu didn't know was that the last roar of the giant dragon Clark was not just for venting, it was a short dragon language to remind his knights.

The partnership contract between the dragon and the knight is a magical dragon language magic developed by the dragon clan with all their strength. It not only establishes a partnership between the dragon and the knight, but also gives the knight the ability to understand dragon language.

What Clark told Conrad was that Feng Yu was a human without any magical fluctuations.

What does it mean that there are no magical fluctuations? Either this human has become a transcendental and holy wizard, able to restrain his magical fluctuations to the point where not a single hair is left, or he is just an idiot who doesn't know any magic at all.

When the Mage Cromwell came to the Brocade Empire, in order to make the Mage of the Moran Empire as fearful as possible, the Brocade Empire organized their dragon knights to meet the Mage, including Clark.

Obviously, Feng Yu is not a magic saint. The probability of two magic saints appearing at the same time on the Green Continent is not much greater than the probability of two suns appearing at the same time.

Then, Feng Yu is just an ordinary person who can't do magic, a Muggle!
A snow-white glove floated down from the golden dragon. Conrad was so angry that his face turned red and he shouted, "I want to challenge you to a knightly duel. The stakes are the soldiers in the river and the secret recipe for salt.

Dare you? Traitor! "

"Okay, I'll save your life!"

"You have three seconds to get on your mount!"

Conrad held the lance on his saddle straight and prepared to charge.

Feng Yu suddenly felt something was wrong.

Oh my god, a duel between knights, summoning my mount, are you playing word games with me?!

It has to be said that human beings are human beings. To become the world's overlord, they rely not only on their numbers but also on their shameless spirit, cunning and viciousness.

Before Feng Yu could complain, Conrad had already driven the dragon and rushed towards Mu Tai at lightning speed. After all, Feng Yu had already agreed to his duel request!

Feng Yu gestured to the soldiers below, signaling them not to act rashly.

Looking at the demon hunting gun in Feng Yu's hand and feeling the magic fluctuations of the great mage level beneath him that suddenly became obvious from obscure, the young and energetic golden dragon Clark chose to close his already open dragon mouth.

Before Conrad could figure out why his companions did not help Feng Yu first when charging, Clark had already lowered his head and flew forward, revealing the dragon lance mounted on the saddle and its operator, the dragon knight Conrad.

(End of this chapter)