I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

In the mirror image, the besieged human team is struggling to defend themselves back to back, with fewer than ten people in total.

They had long lost the composure that adventurers should have; their breathing was rapid, clearly indicating that they had been fighting for a long time and were on the verge of exhaustion.

The team was fairly well-organized, but the division of labor was somewhat chaotic.

In the front row were three warriors holding wooden shields and longswords, their shields covered with dents from goblin bone spears.

One of them had a cracked shield and a deep, bone-revealing cut on his arm, yet he still gritted his teeth and endured it.

Behind the warrior stood an archer holding a short bow, his quiver already mostly empty.

The few arrows that remained were fired crookedly, clearly his arms were already sore and weak, and his shoulder was grazed by the stone axe, the skin and flesh turned outward.

Her face was ashen, and with trembling hands she drew back the bowstring and aimed at the charging goblin.

In the center of the group were two mages dressed in gray robes, one of whom held a staff inlaid with a light blue crystal.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and faint elemental fluctuations swirled around him as he struggled to chant a spell, barely managing to unleash a fireball.

At the rear of the group was an assassin wielding a dagger, nimbly weaving between the warriors, occasionally ambushing goblins that broke through the defenses, trying to relieve the pressure on the front line.

But there were just too many goblins, densely packed all around, crashing against the defenses wave after wave like a tide.

They also sustained numerous wounds, narrowly escaping being pierced by bone spears several times, only managing to avoid injury thanks to timely support from their companions.

The most conspicuous figure was the leader at the front of the group, a tall, middle-aged soldier.

He was wearing a badly worn black leather armor and had a longsword that was broken in half hanging at his waist.

His left arm hung limply at his side, clearly broken, yet he still gripped his sword with his right hand, staring fiercely at the goblin in front of him, roaring as he directed his troops to defend.

"Hold the left shield tight! Don't let them break through the gap!"

The middle-aged warrior pointed his broken sword at the goblin horde that was attacking most fiercely on the left, his right arm veins bulging.

"Kyle, if your shield cracks, stick close to Lyle! Shoulder to shoulder, I'll patch the gap!"

With each swing of his sword, he could kill a charging goblin.

"Marcus! Don't conserve your mana! Use ice spikes to seal off the right passage, or we'll get ambushed!"

This group of adventurers was clearly a low-level squad, poorly equipped and with limited strength.

Facing a goblin tribe that far outnumbered them, they had absolutely no chance of winning.

Seeing this, the goblins became even more frenzied, letting out sharp howls, while the goblin priests in the back row continuously released miasma and curses.

Several burly goblins raised their heavy stone axes and swung them fiercely at the female archer, whose defenses were the weakest, determined to tear the human team to shreds.

A hint of interest flashed in Puse's eyes.

"Oh, a group of dying humans? There are two women in the group? One of them is an archer... or perhaps an elf?"

Pusser's gaze fell on the archer's long ears, recalling the fate of the elves in his previous life when they fell into the hands of goblins.

Well, it definitely won't end well.

He leaned forward slightly, his dragon eyes magnifying the image in the mirror, clearly seeing the despair that flashed in the female elf's eyes as the stone axe fell.

The axe-wielding goblin's muscles were bulging, and the stone axe, whistling through the air, was aimed straight at her unsuspecting left shoulder.

Just as the stone axe was about to strike the elf, the middle-aged warrior suddenly roared and, ignoring the excruciating pain of his broken left arm, used his body to smash the burly goblin aside!

Taking advantage of the moment, he plunged his sword into the goblin's abdomen, and black blood gushed out, splattering all over his leather armor.

"Linole! Retreat!"

The warrior's voice was hoarse as he pressed his right arm tightly against the goblin's body: "Where's Dorn? Arya! Take her to the center of the ranks!"

Pu Se watched the scene with curiosity.

His understanding of the world's ethnic groups and power structures was only at a basic racial level.

Kavemas and Alistair traveled through the multiverse, gaining a basic understanding of the universe, but not delving too deeply into it.

If it weren't for the birth of Green, this plane would have been nothing more than a temporary resting point on a journey.

Puse only knew of the existence of elves through fragmented texts in the Dragon's Legacy; he had never seen a real elf.

All he knew was that elves had pointed ears, seemed to have stronger magical talents, lived longer, and were skilled with bows and arrows.

As for the realms of humankind...

Kawimas gave birth to Green in this natural cave. Although he had contact with humanoid beings, his knowledge of them was not comprehensive.

Alistair, Green's father, may have known about the specific layout of this world.

While he was hatching Green in Kavemas, he was said to often disappear without a trace, only to return long afterward with some small human-made objects.

Ke Pu Se was trying to avoid him, so how could he possibly go up to him and invite trouble?

Puse's dragon eyes suddenly lit up, and his previous curiosity was instantly replaced by a stronger thought.

He fixed his gaze on the blood-soaked squad: "Since we can't get information from Alistair, aren't these humans... a ready-made 'intelligence source'?"

"Most of them are human. If they can form a team to venture out, they should know where human kingdoms are and how many strong people are there."

Puser had not forgotten his own idea of ​​building human breeding factories to ruthlessly exploit and torture the people of this world.

However, before that...

Pu Se was startled.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, can you show me Alistair's reflection?"

Pusser had never tried using the magic mirror to search for any creatures from a distance, so he was unaware that the magic mirror had this function.

After all, the main function of this magic mirror was to boast about Puse, and he subconsciously ignored its additional functions.

Puse had always thought that this thing could only detect the level of life energy in the surrounding area.

The magic mirror asked in confusion, "My master, who is Alistair?"

Pousser answered crisply, "Kavis's husband, Green's father, my... foster father?"

The magic mirror was silent for a while, as if it were loading something. After a moment, it spoke weakly, "I'm sorry, great master."

"There is a barrier there. No matter how I try to break through it, I can't get in. I can't see any images, and I can't locate anything."

It's asking too much of a magic mirror, whose primary function is flattery, to do reconnaissance work.

It is powerless against any magic that can block its view.

"Alright then, tell me the exact location where this adventurer party clashed with the goblins."

The image on the surface of the magic mirror suddenly distorted.

The goblin roars and human panting gradually faded away, replaced by two points of light approaching from afar, indicating the distance between the two locations.

He stopped staring at the mirror, turned around abruptly, and his enormous dragon wings suddenly unfurled, creating a whirlwind that sent pebbles flying everywhere.

"Hopefully, by the time I get there, there will still be a few survivors left in this group!"

Given goblin customs, those male humans probably wouldn't survive.

However, the two women should be taken back to the lair and won't be easily killed by the goblins.

He had no intention of actually "saving" them; he just wanted to capture and question the human team while they were still alive.

As for those goblins, they're nothing but ants blocking the way—if they know what's good for them, they'll just leave on their own; if they dare to get in the way, he wouldn't mind giving this grassland a "clean-up" with dragonfire.

Pu Se only thought about gathering information and never considered being a savior. He had no urgency about the mission of saving people.

For example, he might fall from the sky to save the fairy princess and win her heart.

Pu Se didn't care at all.

Besides, he is only a young dragon now, and his organs need to develop. He needs to be a teenage dragon at the earliest to have certain abilities.