You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

This kind of knowledge was of little help to Lott; he couldn't gain any knowledge from it.

Krote studied under a renowned master and unlocked her specialty: [Messerand System Construction]

This arcane expertise helps Lotte organize all her knowledge and construct it into a complete system. It is extremely useful for dealing with these scattered fragments of knowledge.

Lotte's stats popped up at that moment: [Wind Technique Lv.3 → Lv.4]

"Lotte, why are you still touching my tail at this time? Did you hear what I said? It wants to capture you alive and use you for experiments."

Lotte snapped out of his daze and found Fafnya turning around and glaring at him.

“I heard you, I heard you. So, if you want to capture the Primal Spirit, then I'll willingly let myself be captured alive to lure it out, right?”

"Huh? You weren't captured alive? Let's get out of here quickly."

Fafnya had assumed that the primal elves would participate in the war, which was why she wanted to stay in the forest.

But unexpectedly, the Primal Elf was hiding in the city of Orantis, and it would only appear after Lot was captured alive.

"No, no, no." Lothar stopped Fafnya from getting up. "You have to eat the Primal Spirit now. I'll go lure it out."

Lotte's appetite grew ever larger, and he was no longer satisfied with mere natural disasters affecting humanity.

His target is the primordial spirits!

Fafnya shook her head: "No!"

"Be good." Lott patted Fafnya's head. "Otherwise, I'll never talk to you again."

Chapter 116 The Future King Kissing the Knight

“Lothar, the magic of the Primal Elves is immature. It might turn you into a monster, or…”

"I was a monster to begin with."

“You’re not. I don’t want you to become a monster with two heads and eight legs because of me.”

Fafnya stood up and stared into Lot's eyes. "You will suffer terribly. If I fail to kill the Primal Spirit in time and instead let it take you back, you will endure years or even decades of torment."

Fafnya could certainly end Lot's suffering by taking her own life.

But her chances of going back in time are few, and for the sake of her own life, she must treat each death with care to ensure that each death has value.

If Lot is indeed captured, then Fafnya will use the information and opportunities Lot gained for her with her life to spend years or even decades finding a way to deal with the primal spirits.

"If I turned into eight legs, would you hate me?"

"How could that be! You're the only dragon who's ever been kind to me. No matter what you become, I'll never hate you."

“Then there’s no problem.” Lotte shrugged. “If it can make the future king feel heartache for me, then I think it’s not bad. Whether it takes years or decades, as long as you come to save me and treat me even better, then I’m willing.”

If Fafnya, who possesses the ability to evolve, grows up, she will become the next new queen.

"you!"

Fafnya ran her hand through her loose hair. "Why do you always act so natural when you say things like that? I'm a dragon too, you should at least be a little more reserved."

"Alright, alright." Lott ruffled Fafnya's hair. "Future queen, let me give my life for you."

Here we go again!

Fafnya glared at Lot, pouted, and then raised Lot's hand.

She stared at the back of Lotte's hand, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and gently kissed it.

Soft lips pressed against the back of Lot's hand, the cool and warm touch spreading throughout Lot's body, giving him goosebumps.

"Faphnia, what are you doing?"

"The memory of this human just now indicates that knights who go to war are kissed, perhaps as a blessing."

"You've got it backwards. It's the knight kissing the queen."

"what?"

Fafnya paused for a moment, then turned her face away, her cheeks growing increasingly red. "Well, I've already kissed you, so the sentiment is enough."

"It's okay, I'll take the loss and kiss you back."

"do not want!"

Fafnya quickly put her hands behind her back and took several steps back. "Why are you doing this again... always to me, to me..."

That concludes our casual conversation.

Fafnya took out a yellow ribbon and tied her hair up, letting her pink hair fall over her shoulders.

“Lotte, I’ll go with you. We’ll absorb as much of the enemy’s life force as possible first, and then you can use your body to attract the primal spirits.”

"I have a question. What if the primordial spirit is female? If it wants to mate with me to research hybrids, should I agree?"

Fafnya turned and glared at Lot, saying each word clearly: "Absolutely not!"

"Oh, what a pity."

"What's there to regret? The primal elves were all bad seeds, not good at all."

"Good good."

Lotte spread his arms, one arm around Fafnya's knees and the other around her neck, and lifted her up in a princess carry.

Fafnya wrapped her arms around Lot's neck, letting him lead her out of the cave.

The light outside grew brighter and brighter, and Lott leaped out of the hole.

The dark cave was replaced by a lush green lawn, and the whole world brightened up.

The wind is picking up.

Fafnya's pink hair swayed in the air, and pink petals flew upwards with the air currents.

Amidst countless petals, Lot, holding Fafnya, transformed into a giant dragon. He flapped his wings and flew into the sky along with the petals.

……

Inside a coalition camp.

Viktor, the Elf Catastrophe, sat on the lawn with a worried expression.

"They've gone mad, they've all really gone mad."

Beside him sat a dwarf calamity, small in stature but incredibly sturdy.

“Victor, you damned primal elves insisted on capturing a dragon alive, causing so many of our deaths. One dwarven calamity and three humans died. That was a dragon! A dragon of the third race! Second only to the Titans and the Siren, how could you possibly capture it alive?”

There are three dominant creatures on land, sea, and air: the Siren, the Titans, and the Dragons.

Each of them was a monster of catastrophic proportions from the moment they were born.

“Barry, shut your stinking mouth. The Primal Elf has her own reasons.”

“Bullshit. She’s a bastard, a hybrid of a beastman and a bastard.” The dwarf Barry jumped down from the tree stump. “We dwarves are done with this. We’re leaving now.”

"you dare!"

"Oh, as expected of a noble elf. Submissive to the dragon, but tough on its teammates. If it weren't for the need to capture it alive, that dragon would have been dead long ago."

“Barley, we fairies have given you so many benefits. Isn’t it unjust of you to go back on your word now?”

“I got it through my own abilities, don’t bring up any moral or ethical issues.”

The human calamity mage, Serth, quickly advised, "Both of you, please stop arguing. The dragon is still active nearby; focus on the present."

"Hmph. Human, you'd better make this elf kneel down and apologize to me first."

"Fuck you, Barry, I'm going to rip your head off..."

Victor had just stood up when he suddenly felt a cool breeze on the back of his neck.

He turned around abruptly and saw a huge creature appear on the distant hillside.

A giant dragon!

Lotte the dragon transformed while carrying Fafnya on the hillside, then flew at extremely low altitude towards Victor and the others. This way, he could conceal his presence, and the elves' magic would not hit him while he was in the air.

Lotte, who can transform into a dragon or a human at any time, is extremely agile in the forest, making it impossible for the allied forces to find his location in time.

Victor shouted, "Sers, cast the spell!"

"it is good!"

The calamity of Thurs did not raise his staff; at this distance, it was too late to chant.

He tore off his necklace, poured magic into it, and then crushed it.

Six magic arrays appeared from his chest, spinning wildly and shooting out a giant pillar of fire that accurately struck the dragon!

"Barry, once the magic ends, the two of us will rush up and hold him off. We absolutely cannot let him escape!"

"understand!"

A magical whip appeared in Victor's hand; he was a very rare melee-type mage.

As the flames died down, Lotte's skin was charred, but his speed didn't slow down at all.

Under the watchful eyes of Victor and the others, Lotte, who was flying parallel to the ground, adjusted his posture and landed upright in the air. The moment his feet touched the ground, he suddenly made a throwing motion with his right hand.

He threw out a pink figure, and with the immense momentum, Fafnya flew like an arrow towards the last member of the team, the Cataclysmic Mage Serth.

Viktor had never seen a dragon employ such a tactic of separating humans from the dragon.

He was about to go back to protect the mage when the dragon Lot had already arrived in front of them.

Chapter 117 Holding Your Head

Lotte noticed the magical whip in the hand of the elven scourge Victor and immediately became interested.

In reality, he also needs to consider learning melee instant-cast magic, and now Victor is the best example.

The long whip in Victor's hand could extend dozens of meters, constantly changing shape in the air according to his will.

As Lotte rushed towards Victor, the long whip bound his neck, and the electric current released by the whip paralyzed him once again.

While being electrocuted, Lott asked, "What is this?"

Viktor was clearly surprised that Lot would still have the mind to ask these questions, but being recognized by the dragon was an honor nonetheless.

“The Magic Whip is my core magic,” Victor began to explain. “All the magic I have learned revolves around the Magic Whip.”

"I see. Are there any melee spells that use swords?"

"Have."

Where can I learn this?

"The Thranduil Empire of humans has it."

That is the empire where Lotte is located in reality.

The dwarf Barley snorted and slammed his large iron hammer into Lot's toe. "You two are having a good chat. Shall we prepare some afternoon tea for you?"

“It’s just a chat,” Lott said. “Why are you so nervous?”

Although Lot is a dragon, he cannot instantly kill other natural disasters except for the lone Uchi.

All he needs to do now is keep Viktor and the others occupied, while Fafnya takes down the mages from behind and devours them.

Lotte grabbed Victor's whip and yanked it hard, snapping the magical whip in half.

Lotte, who possesses the talent of [Magic Stagnation], is not so easily paralyzed.

He looked past Victor and the others towards Fafnya and the human mage Catastrophe, where the battle was also quite difficult.

Although the mage was physically weak, he possessed many life-saving magical items, so there was no way to deal with him in a short time.

Just then, countless figures emerged from the surrounding bushes and grass, accompanied by deafening shouts, and the allied forces arrived at the scene.

When Lott looked back, he saw a dense crowd of people; if he fell down, he could crush a large number of them.

After an afternoon of fighting, the allied forces' encirclement gradually tightened, and Lotte had nowhere to escape.

The main force finally cornered Lot here.

"Dragon, stop!" Victor conjured a long magic whip in his hand again and tied it to Lot's left leg. "Give up resistance, and we may spare your life."