The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 396: Dragon's Death
The green dragon slowly fell to the ground in a daze. Cromwell suddenly released his holy-level pressure and continued to cast spells. A huge tornado slowly formed around him.

The harpies screamed and flapped their wings in panic to avoid a plane crash under the pressure of the Holy Order. Before they could recover, Cromwell flew over with a tornado.

At the same time, Cromwell waved his hand to remove the Feather Falling Technique from the green dragon, and the green dragon sank to the ground.

Cromwell flew over the green dragon. The tornado made the forest below him rustle, and a large group of harpies had to retreat to avoid the tornado's turbulent air flow.

As a wind mage, Cromwell's control over the wind is perfect. Although the tornado's wind force seems so strong that even the harpy dares not approach, the tornado did not blow the green dragon away from the ground.

When Cromwell flew over the green dragon, there was not a trace of wind in the eye of the tornado, which also calmed the flying fallen leaves.

The wounded green dragon raised its head with difficulty. When Cromwell's skinny figure was reflected in its huge eyes, the green dragon almost cried on the spot. A rare look of relief for surviving the disaster appeared on its huge face.

"Master Sage, save me!"

The Falling Feather Technique was reapplied on the green dragon, and a gentle wind lifted the green dragon into the air.

The green dragon at least still had some sense and quickly transformed into a human form to reduce Cromwell's burden.

Cromwell's magic lifted the green dragon to his side. Before he could speak, the green dragon said anxiously, "Master Mage, the silver dragon Kerry...he...is still near the plane gate."

Cromwell's face darkened. He waved his hand to increase the size of the tornado around him, dispelling the harpies that were surrounding him again, and soared into the air towards the direction of the plane gate.

When they arrived near the plane gate, even Cromwell couldn't help but gasp.

Near the plane gate, countless harpies were seen flying in the sky. One of them was particularly huge, with golden feathers on its head. It landed on a big rock not far from the plane gate and screamed at them.

Under the big rock where the harpy was, was a silver dragon that had been torn to pieces. The huge jaw of the harpy was covered in bright red blood.

As the giant harpy screamed, the surrounding harpies screamed loudly at Cromwell and the green dragon in the air, flapping their wings and flying quickly towards the tornado.

Tears rolled down the corners of the green dragon's eyes. Cromwell sighed softly and quickly retreated with the green dragon.

It was difficult to cast high-level, large-scale magic, and low-power wind magic could not effectively kill these thick-skinned and wind-type monsters, the harpies. In addition, he had a burden with him, so Cromwell had no choice but to retreat.

Cromwell looked back at the plane gate where harpies were still flying out, but he missed the horned deer armored vehicles of Cattail City very much.

If there were a hundred or so Horned Deer armored vehicles at this moment, relying on their steel armor that is not afraid of the harpies' claws and their powerful continuous anti-aircraft firepower, they should be able to fight against these harpies.

But unfortunately, this is not Pupu City, and it is too far away from Pupu City. Even if Feng Yu is willing to dispatch the chariot corps, the horned deer armored vehicles cannot reach the vicinity of the plane gate in the vast mountains.

Cromwell flew all the way south, using wind blades to attack the harpies behind him as he flew, until he flew hundreds of miles and shot down nearly a hundred harpies, finally forcing these troublesome monsters to retreat.

"My lord, over there." The green dragon pointed to a high mountain in the distance with a white top and a peak above the snow line, and said, "There lives an ice dragon on the top of that mountain."

Cromwell led the green dragon in an arc in the air and flew towards the high mountain that the green dragon pointed to.

High on the mountain, a slender ice dragon was looking around. She also saw the approaching French Saint Cromwell and her own people.

Cromwell put the green dragon down and said, "Let her take you back to the dragon tribe to report the news. I'm going to notify the human city in the south of the Meteoric Mountains."

Having said that, without waiting for the green dragon to say anything, he quickly flew south.

Moran also knew that the Brocade Empire had built five new cities in the Meteorite Mountains and was trying to gain control of the entire Meteorite Mountains.

But the Meteorite Mountains are in the north of the Brocade Empire, and even if Moran wanted to, he would be out of reach.

However, as a mage, Cromwell could not just watch the Brocade Weavers become food for the Harpies.

When Cromwell flew over a city, he felt very complicated when he saw the crowded city below, where even the city walls were half built.

Although he didn't want to see the powerful Brocade Empire grow bigger, there were five cities here after all, and hundreds of thousands or even millions of adventurers gathered nearby.

In order to avoid any disputes, Cromwell summoned wind again as he descended, but this time it was a gentle breeze. However, this also allowed the people in the city to discover the wind magician who descended from the sky.

"It's a magician. Could it be that some treasure appeared in the mountain that even a magician was attracted here? I wonder which guy made a fortune this time. The magician is very generous."

The leader of a mercenary group looked at the robe and was so surprised that the arrows he was selecting in his hand fell to the ground.

"Sage of Dharma!"

"What do you mean raw or raw? These are top-quality steel arrows, not pig iron." The stall owner rolled his eyes at the mercenary leader, thinking that such a fool who couldn't even tell the difference between steel would end up in the stomach of a monster sooner or later.

"Idiot, that's the Wind Mage Cromwell!"

"Don't be funny, I'm still Emperor Moran!" the stall owner sneered.

"Country bumpkin, the Mage Saint has been to our Brocade Capital, and he was wearing this magic robe. The buttons on this golden robe are all made of wind magic crystals. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

"Is... is this true?" The stall owner looked at the mercenary leader who was gazing at the magician in the air with admiration, and followed his gaze in disbelief as he looked at the magician falling in the air.

"Is there any other magician in Grion who can imitate the magic robe of the Mage?" The mercenary leader said something that the stall owner could not refute without even turning his head.

The magicians of Moran are proud of Cromwell, and even the magicians of the Brocade Empire respect Cromwell as their teacher. There is really no magician in the world who would imitate the style of the magic robe of the Saint of Mage.

The little magician wouldn't dare, but the great magician wasn't that boring and wouldn't offend the dignity of the holy magician.

Several nobles in gorgeous clothes walked out of a newly built wooden house. Leading them was the mayor of this emerging city, an imperial viscount.

(End of this chapter)