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Chapter 88, Section 87: Contact with Mother Frilian; The Wheels of History Slowly Move Forward.

Because of the primitiveness of the times, diseases that can be easily cured in the future are now regarded as monstrous threats.

Since elves' physical functions are no different from humans, even a minor cold can easily take the life of an elf who theoretically has an infinite lifespan.

This is precisely why she went out to collect herbs as soon as she discovered that Frilian was ill.

Of course, there is a deeper reason behind it.

That is, the whole village is sick.

A few days ago, a monster that spread disease appeared nearby. Although an elf came forward to deal with it, he still inevitably got infected and returned to the village. The disease then spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

The village's herbal medicine stockpile ran out, and the surrounding area within a ten-mile radius also ran out.

"throat."

She raised her hand and rubbed her tense temples.

Thinking about how I happened to be out hunting at that time and couldn't stay by Frilian's side to take care of her, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

As for why the mother would hunt, where was the father who should be responsible for this task?

This is yet another harsh reality.

The stronger a man is, the more likely he is to die or be injured.

With a sigh, her eyes showed a hint of pessimism as she bent down to continue collecting herbs.

Not only for Frilian, but also for the needs of the other villagers, she collected some herbs, and the herbs in her medicine basket gradually piled up to half full.

Just as she felt parched, she reached down to untie the water bag from her waist and tilted her head back to replenish her fluids.

A giant red dragon suddenly spread its wide wings and swept overhead with a whooshing sound!

Boom!

The shadows obscured half the sky. Then came a burst of air, the air currents sharp as knives, her robes billowing wildly, her hair dancing wildly.

She tilted her head back contentedly until the wind stung her cheeks, at which point she snapped back to reality with a start.

My heart skipped a beat.

This is a dragon!

not good!

Looking down, he noticed that some of the herbs had been blown away. Then he noticed that the dragon was flying in the direction of his own village.

Her throat tightened, she swallowed hard, quickly grabbed her medicine basket, and hurried after the village, not even bothering to drop her water bag on the ground.

"Why?" she murmured to herself as she ran, her voice trembling slightly, "Why are there dragons in this place?"

There are few powerful monsters in the lands where elves live, because they are well aware of their own vulnerability.

The timing of its appearance is too coincidental.

The village is full of sick people.

Their fighting strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

No, it's too late.

Although she knew she might just be passing through, she didn't dare to gamble because her daughter was still in the village.

Fortunately, as a mage, he still possesses some strength.

Gritting her teeth, she stared intently at the dragon's ever-shrinking back, and without hesitation, she raised her hand, her fingertips gathering white magic power—boom!

The white cannonball traced a beautiful parabola and hit the Red Mirror Dragon's tail directly.

"!"

As if electrocuted, the Red Mirror Dragon lashed its tail and cried out in pain.

Because it is still a juvenile, the scales on its tail have not yet fully grown. The location of this attack is as tricky as the "Thousand Years of Death".

Strands of crimson blood trickled from the gaps in the scales, dripping into the air.

His eyes were bloodshot.

who is it?

"Um?"

On the dragon's back, Gu Yuan felt the sudden jolt and his body swayed.

He struggled to sit up straight and frowned for no apparent reason.

Was I attacked?

Looking behind me.

About seven or eight hundred meters away, a small white dot was seen moving rapidly toward them, growing larger and larger.

one person?

Or, a monster?

Because of the distance, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, and Gu Yuan's eyes darkened. He subconsciously treated the other person as an enemy.

However, we cannot ignore the possibility of attacks stemming from hatred of dragons or monsters.

"Troublesome," he muttered under his breath.

A cool mount may never go out of style, but it can always cause some misunderstandings.

Gu Yuan sighed softly and whispered an order to the Red Mirror Dragon, directing it to slowly approach the white dot.

At the same time, she turned her head and gestured to Miliald beside her, signaling her to prepare for both attack and defense.

"Understood." Milield immediately nodded in response. "However, Gu Yuan, I feel like that magic looks familiar. The magic power is very pure, so it shouldn't be a demon."

Gu Yuan waved his hand, interrupting her: "Whether it is or not, be careful. Celia, you—"

He glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, you just stay put."

At this critical juncture, the best help she can give is simply not causing trouble.

Celia pouted, secretly hoping something bad would happen to Gu Yuan.

This way, when Gu Yuan is on the verge of death, they can take the opportunity to coerce him into releasing the control stone ring.

Unfortunately, she's going to miscalculate again this time.

As the Red Mirror Dragon circled closer, Gu Yuan looked down and locked onto the white-haired elf below.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, not because the face looked familiar, but because Millie Aldet was right.

It seems the target location is nearby.

The map states that when their race faced annihilation a thousand years ago, the elves relocated a group of their people to guard the treasure vault, intending to rise again.

Is that them?

It cannot be determined at this time.

But it's worth making contact with.

"Go down," Gu Yuan ordered the Red Mirror Dragon, his voice steady.

Seeing that the dragon not only didn't leave but instead descended in his direction, the white-haired elf instinctively took a small step back.

She looked up and saw the people on the dragon's back; her silver eyes widened slightly.

When her gaze fell upon Miliadé and Celia, her pupils contracted sharply, and her body froze on the spot.

Why would there be people of the same race?

The Red Mirror Dragon landed steadily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. It bared its teeth, but Gu Yuan slapped it so hard it whimpered and cowered.

Gu Yuan gave a light hum, and with Milield in tow, leaped off the dragon's back.

Seria slowly stood up, and her expression changed slightly as she looked at the three-meter-high dragon's back.

"You bastard!" She stared at Gu Yuan's back, unsure whether to jump or stand still.

In the end, Millie Alde glanced back at Celie's predicament, quietly approached Gu Yuan, and whispered a reminder in his ear.

Gu Yuan then let out a soft sigh, turned around and walked back to the dragon's side, reaching out to pick her up.

"Stay put and don't say anything out of line."

"I know, you don't need to remind me."

It was obvious that he didn't want to come into contact with other elves, in order to prevent news of his capture from leaking and attracting the attention of his disciples.

Humans are really cautious, not giving themselves even the slightest chance.

Seria was extremely frustrated, but she didn't dare to openly rebel, so she could only stand obediently to the side.

Gu Yuan glanced at her, then looked away and turned his gaze to the white-haired elf not far away, preparing to try to strike up a conversation with her.

However, before that, Milie Alde must take the initiative to break the ice and get closer to him.

Because he glanced at the white-haired elf's tense body.

She seemed to be frightened.