Lord: I can see loyalty.

Chapter 277 Unbearable Harassment!

The battle lasted for three whole days.

They fought from the mountaintop to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the dense forest, and from the dense forest to the edge of the cliff.

The red dragon Draenei's breath repeatedly melted rocks into magma, and Vio's magic repeatedly left scorch marks on his scales.

Dragon claws tore through the ground, sword blades slashed through the air, lightning and flames intertwined, roars and sword cries echoed among the mountains, startling countless birds into flight.

On the first day, Vio had exhausted most of his energy.

The cracks on the magic feather defense were denser than the hair on his head, and the runes on the magic gloves dimmed several times.

But the red dragon Draenei was not faring well either. His left wing was struck by lightning several times, making it noticeably sluggish when he flapped it. The sword wound on his neck repeatedly cracked open, and dark red dragon blood dripped onto the rocks, making a sizzling sound.

The next day, neither of them could continue fighting.

Vio leaned against a tree trunk charred by dragon's breath, panting heavily, his body covered in blood, indistinguishable between his own and the dragon's.

The Draenei lay sprawled on the rubble, his golden vertical pupils half-closed, each breath carrying a heavy, bloody stench.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither of them moving. It wasn't that they didn't want to fight, but that they were simply too exhausted.

On the third day, just as dawn was breaking, Vio climbed out of the rubble, wiped the blood from his face, and walked toward the Draenei.

His steps faltered, each step feeling like walking on cotton, but he didn't stop.

Draenei raised his head, his golden vertical pupils fixed on the approaching figure, and a low growl escaped his throat.

It tried to stand up, flapping its wings a few times, but only stirred up a cloud of dust mixed with the smell of burning, its body remaining completely still.

They were all exhausted.

Vio stood in front of the Draenei, less than five steps from the dragon's nose.

He raised his head, looked into those golden vertical pupils, and remained silent for a long time.

Delaney looked at him too, the anger in his vertical pupils had subsided considerably, replaced by a complex and indescribable emotion.

"You lost." Vio's voice was hoarse.

Two streams of hot air, carrying the scent of sparks and sulfur, billowed from Draenei's nostrils.

"I didn't lose, you didn't win."

Vio didn't argue, but simply planted the Demon Feather Sword in the ground, leaned against the hilt, and panted heavily. "A draw?"

Draenei was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes and let out a weary sigh.

Three days and three nights of intense fighting had exhausted all its strength and patience.

He couldn't breathe fire, could barely lift his claws, and barely had the strength to even curse.

"I'll give you a chance." Its voice was hoarse, tinged with helplessness. "Leave here yourself. I don't want to fight anymore."

Vio didn't leave; he just sat on the gravel, took out some dry rations from his pocket, and slowly chewed them.

His strength was recovering; the fourth-level breathing technique allowed him to recover much faster than ordinary people.

Delaney curled up, eyes closed, his breathing gradually becoming long and even.

It wasn't asleep; it was just resting with its eyes closed. The Delaney had lived for over four hundred years and had rarely been in such a sorry state.

The morning sun pierced through the clouds and shone on the gravel on the mountaintop, turning the charred marks golden.

Vio stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

He put on his magic gloves, hung up his magic-feathered sword and shield, and checked his musket; he had three bullets left.

The red dragon has also awakened.

The red dragon stared at him, its golden vertical pupils filled with complex emotions.

When Mingming first met this human, he was just a third-tier knight who fled in terror at the sight of his own dragon breath.

The second time, he was able to block its dragon breath.

The third time, he not only blocked its dragon breath but also left wounds on its scales. Now, he stands before it, covered in wounds and exhausted of magic, but his sword remains steady and his eyes still shine.

It understood that it couldn't waste any more time with this human; this guy was hard to kill.

"————" The red dragon opened its mouth and exhaled, as if it wanted to say something harsh, but after a moment, it still didn't say anything.

It suddenly turned its head, looked towards the eastern horizon, and spread its wings to take flight.

I left this place.

Its speed was obviously much slower; the figure was like a bird or beast flying slowly.

Vio also let out a slight sigh of relief, his body finally giving way and he collapsed to the ground.

Although the fourth-tier creature has strong recovery ability, it can't withstand such abuse.

Vio felt that fighting a dragon for three days and three nights was something he could brag about for the rest of his life.

The wind on the mountaintop carried the smell of burning, stirring up the ashes on the gravel.

Vio leaned against a rock charred black by dragon breath, panting heavily. His wounds still throbbed, but his fourth-order breathing technique was rapidly repairing his body.

The Magic Feather Shield has been fully restored, and the runes on the Magic Gloves have begun to glow faintly again.

He took out some dry rations from his pocket, chewed them slowly, and drank a few sips of water, gradually regaining his strength.

A sharp cry came from overhead.

Vio looked up and saw a gray falcon circling overhead, with a small letter tube strapped to its leg.

Those were falcons used by the Southern Camp to transmit urgent military intelligence; they were highly trained and could fly hundreds of miles in a single day.

Vio raised his arm, and the falcon swooped down, landing steadily on his wrist guard.

He took down the letter tube, unfolded the letter, and quickly scanned it with his eyes.

The letter was written by Alec, in hasty handwriting: "The Griffin Knights of the North have been attacking twice a day for the past three days, once at dawn and once at dusk."

"Our army held firm in a circular formation, using shield walls and spears to defend, suffering few casualties. Uncle Valentine used a magical shield to protect the airspace above the camp, preventing griffins from swooping down and dropping their arrows. The Northern army was severely weakened, unable to organize a general offensive, and its morale was declining day by day."

They held on. For three days, Alec, Jimmy, and the soldiers—they successfully repelled the Griffin Knights' fierce attack.

Now, it's his turn.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and his bones made a crisp sound.

Although the wound still hurts, it no longer affects my mobility.

The runes on the magic gloves returned to normal, and although the magic feather shield was covered in cracks, it was still usable, which was enough.

He can't delay any longer.

In two more days, no, perhaps even just one day, the Northern army will be almost fully recovered, and Cedric's Griffin Knights will also regain their strength.

At that point, the army in the southern border will truly be unable to hold out.

He must first convince the red dragon—or beat it into submission.

Vio took a deep breath and walked down the mountain.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned around, and looked at the rocks on the mountaintop that had been scorched by the dragon's breath.

The red dragon flew eastward. It was injured and couldn't fly far. He had to chase after it.

On the rock face behind them, blood-red eyes were flashing.

The flying monkey bats poked their heads out, looking at the human with complex emotions in their eyes.

They thought their master would definitely burn this persistent human to ashes this time, but to their surprise, he actually came out alive and even injured his master.

The leader, perched atop the highest rock, stared at Vio with blood-red eyes, let out a short hiss, and continued speaking in his broken Common Tongue: "What else do you want to do?"

Vio looked up at the leader, smiled, and replied, "Then of course we'll continue searching for your master."

The leader's pupils constricted sharply: "—The master will not see you."

"It will appear, or perhaps I'll find it even if it doesn't." Vio walked towards it, laughing as he said, "Keep leading the way, that way I can end my harassment of it sooner, right?"

The leader stared at him for a long time, his blood-red eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Finally, it sighed, turned around, and flew eastward.

"Come with me." Its voice was hoarse, with a hint of helplessness.

Vio followed it along the ridge, around the forest scorched by dragon breath, and over the broken rocks.

After walking for about half an hour, a dense forest appeared ahead, with tall trees and lush foliage that blocked out most of the sunlight.

The leader stopped in front of a huge ancient tree, its wings pointing towards the depths of the canopy.

"That's enough for now. Your master is in this direction; go find him yourself."

Thank you.

Vio nodded, parted the branches and leaves, and went inside.

Deep in the dense forest, there was a clearing, and in the center of the clearing stood an even larger ancient tree, its trunk so thick that it would take more than a dozen people to encircle it.

The tree canopy blocked out the sun completely, with only a few rays of light leaking through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The red dragon Draenei was curled up under the tree, his wings folded and his head buried in them, as if he were sleeping.

Its aura has gradually stabilized, clearly indicating that the dragon's recovery ability is no weaker than that of a fourth-tier dragon, or rather, stronger.

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As if hearing Vio's faint footsteps, the red dragon Draenei suddenly snorted, moved slightly, and slowly opened his dragon eyes again.

"You?!" Upon seeing who it was, its eyes widened instantly, filled with anger and disbelief.

"How the hell did you manage to get here?!"

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