The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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Facing the ever-emerging enemies ahead, the scales on Phyllis's body seemed to be on fire, appearing frighteningly red under the starlight and moonlight.

Coupled with its terrifying running speed, it was like a red phantom in the dead of night, sending chills down one's spine.

"Yes, it's that monster!"

The knights felt a strange sense of unease as they watched the enemy charging towards them like demons.

Because the enemy's speed was simply too fast, faster and more ferocious than a cheetah running at full speed.

"Damn bastard dragon, everyone attack together and kill her!"

I was sleeping soundly when I was woken up, which is annoying enough, but now this scourge has to come along.

Wilson Gray was furious at the thought of his men who had been killed during the day. Now that he had found the source of his anger, he wanted nothing more than to chop her up, tear her flesh, and drink her blood.

After saying this, Wilson Gray, like a fearless warrior, charged to the front.

Seeing that their lord had gone to war, the knights naturally dared not slacken their efforts. Their fear gradually disappeared, and they became more and more enthusiastic.

However, Wilson Gray's anger came and went quickly. Looking at the ferocious sub-dragon, his anger subsided by more than half.

He was already cautious, so he slowed down his forward pace, but his shouts grew louder and louder.

"Kill this bastard demi-human, and you'll be rewarded with a hundred gold pieces."

The more he ran, the further back he ended up, until he was at the very back of the line, left to be chased by hundreds of knights.

Wilson Gray did this: even though there was only one enemy, he cautiously observed from the sidelines and let his men charge in first.

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Tonight, Fria is faster and her dragon claws are sharper. In the instant she collides with the enemy, she beheads the two knights.

The spurting blood stained the moonlight red.

However, the knights, relying on their superior numbers, remained calm despite losing only two men and continued to charge forward, swords in hand.

Those who were closer gripped their holy swords tightly and slashed at the dragon in front of them.

However, Fria is very fast, and while dodging attacks, she always manages to accurately pierce the enemy's heart with her claws.

In just a few moments of fighting, several knights had already died.

The remaining knights no longer charged forward blindly; they became much more cautious in their attacks, constantly watching out for attacks from the demi-human race in front of them.

Despite her formidable strength, Fria's claws were no match for a hundred swords. The reason she unleashed such power at the beginning was because she was holding back a lot of anger and was venting it on her enemies.

In just over ten seconds, their speed and reaction time gradually decreased.

From constantly attacking, he could only defend passively. He was stabbed several times, leaving bloody marks on his arms and thighs. The most serious injury was on his abdomen, where a sword pierced through his waist.

Fortunately, Fria reacted quickly and dodged it, otherwise it could have been a fatal injury.

Although he managed to dodge it, he was left with a deep wound that bled profusely.

At this moment, Fria realized that although she was strong, she couldn't act so recklessly. She couldn't let anger and rage lead her to do something irrational. She chose to unleash her power once more and break through to the enemy's weakest point...

But the enemy was too numerous, and they had surrounded her in layers.

Breaking out of the encirclement is already extremely difficult...

After realizing the other party's intentions, Wilson Gray immediately gave the order:

"Surround them! Don't let this bastard dragon get away!"

Chapter 122 Slaying Several Enemies in Succession! Conquering the Valley Territory! Philia in a Desperate Situation!

Under the moonlight, in the mountains and forests, a red figure was surrounded and was fighting like a cornered beast.

Not far away, on a hill, Lucia, who had witnessed everything, choked back tears and pleaded:

"My lord, I beg you, let us go and save Phyllia, or she will really be killed."

At this moment, she was pinned to the ground, unable to move, and her mouth was covered by the man, so she could only make weak sounds.

Seeing her companion in danger but being unable to help her caused Lucia a heart-wrenching pain, as if countless small knives were being plunged into her and constantly twisted.

"My lord, order the attack!"

O'Ville was the same; she was bound by men and unable to take action.

Seeing that Fria was injured and surrounded by enemies, her eyes were full of pleading.

She hoped the man in front of her would go and save Fria.

"hold on."

Knowing that Fria possessed a special bloodline, Ron understood that she couldn't possibly be in danger. In order to minimize casualties, he needed to remain calm at this time.

Ron believed that with her strength, she could break through the encirclement and lure the enemy into pursuit.

If successful, this trap will be perfect, because the current Fria is exactly like the reckless and brainless alien.

They mindlessly charge into the crowd to kill, then choose to escape after being injured.

The flavor is so pure!

"Lucia will never like you again, she hates humans like you!"

My previous dislike was just an angry outburst, but now it's the result of utter despair and heartbreak after being completely disappointed in men.

Even if Lucia was stupid or foolish, she knew that Ron didn't care about Fria's life or death at all; he only cared about the so-called opportunity...

How could she possibly like a person like that?

Although O'Ville didn't do anything wrong, her attitude towards men changed drastically. She even felt that the tenderness she felt under the setting sun, bathed in the evening glow, was a joke.

How ridiculous of me! How could humans possibly truly love dragons? They'll only use them and then discard them...

Ron had actually anticipated their thoughts.

After all, the dragon girls depend on each other for survival, and their relationship is as close as that of family members. They regard each other as the most precious dragons.

Now, his actions of repeatedly putting Philia in danger and failing to help her in times of crisis have deeply broken their hearts.

But Ron didn't care; they would understand later that they had done the right thing.

Of course, it wasn't Ron's intention to upset them, since he knew that Fria could awaken a stronger bloodline ability when she was near death, and he couldn't reveal that.

If this secret is exposed, then Fria will be completely out of control, and might even rebel against the Heavenly Army. She would then be treated like a toy on the spot, taken back to her tribe, and severely punished...

In order to avoid becoming a human machine, Ron had to hide this fact...

Lucia and O'Ville, watching from this side, felt a pang of heartache.

Being surrounded made things even worse for Fria, as the knights had already formed several circles around her.

Wilson Gray was clever; he instructed his knights not to rush into a fierce attack.

The main purpose is to deplete the enemy's strength and stamina. Once the enemy's strength is exhausted, they will be at your mercy.

At first, he wanted to skin and dismember the female dragon in front of him, since she had killed so many of his people.

But upon calming down and thinking about it, with such a good figure and appearance, and being an adult female dragon, it would sell for at least several hundred thousand gold coins.

If we capture her, we could say we've turned misfortune into blessing, gaining hundreds of thousands of gold coins and becoming the richest lord in the new territory.

As the humans continued their feint attacks, Fria gradually became more and more agitated.

For some reason, at this moment, the image of that man always appeared in her mind.

It's strange that, despite the short time they spent together and the fact that he was the one who imprisoned Fria, he remembered her so vividly.

However, what appeared next were all men with indifferent faces and nonchalant expressions.

This was unacceptable to Fria, and the thought of her current situation made her tremble all over.

"Humans are truly shameless!!!"

Finally, Fria transformed her dragon claws into her palm, grabbed the incoming sword, and let the blade slice through her hand.

She hopes that through this pain, through this excruciating agony, she can remember everything that happened today.

At this moment, the scales all over Fria's body turned crimson, as if they were on fire.

The blood that flowed out became as hot as lava.

Gradually, bursts of flames surged from within the dragon scales, enveloping Phyllis's entire body.

The blood gushing from her palms transformed into even crimson and vibrant flames, resembling two fiery dragons that lunged towards the two knights before her.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The two knights let out a single scream before their bodies were charred and lifeless.

Fria didn't linger in the fight. She knew this was her only chance to escape. Using the fire as cover, she charged towards the weakest point in the encirclement.

She didn't care whether it was a sword or a person blocking her way; she just kept charging forward.

Because Fria knew that she didn't have much time left, and only in this way could she break through the enemy's encirclement and lure the enemy away.

Otherwise, the plan the man had made would fall through.