Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

"presumptuous!"

"You—you—insolent—ant—how dare you touch me! Let me go!"

Eluvia trembled slightly with anger, her small dragon body twisting and struggling in his arms, her slender dragon claws gently scratching at his clothes, drawing out fine threads.

But she was too weak, and all her struggles were feeble and powerless. They were not only harmless, but also like a child throwing a tantrum.

Luo Ye looked down at the little black dragon in his arms, who was furious but utterly intimidating. He couldn't suppress the smile on his lips and spoke gently yet teasingly.

"Your Majesty, the way you are right now is exactly like a kitten throwing a tantrum."

"Who are you calling a cat?!"

Eluvia immediately bristled, spitting out each word through gritted teeth, her childish voice filled with unwavering defiance: "I am a dragon! The Black Dragon King! The One who rules the eternal night—the Wings of Eternal Night!"

Every word was spoken with great force, but the soft, sweet voice turned this domineering self-introduction into a stubborn, childish protest.

Shh—keep your voice down, don't waste your energy.

Luo Ye lowered his head and gently patted her cold dragon back with his warm palm through the soft fabric, the movement natural and intimate, so gentle it was unbelievable.

Warm palms pressed against the cool, delicate dragon scales, the warmth seeping into her body little by little through the gaps in the scales, soothing her tired and sore muscles and bones.

Eluvia's petite dragon body froze instantly, all her struggles and curses stuck in her throat, and she remained motionless.

For thousands of years, all races have revered the dragon race and feared the Dragon King. Everyone trembled and knelt before her, not daring to touch her or gently comfort her, let alone look her in the eye or get close to her body.

The majesty of the dragons makes all things retreat in fear; who would dare to pat a dragon king on the back?

So no one has ever dared to touch her so boldly, so intimately, so naturally, to soothe her, or to treat her like a tantrum-stricken child.

But not only did he take the photos, he did so very naturally, as if he had no idea what he was doing that was so outrageous.

The unfamiliar warm touch and the unfamiliar gentle atmosphere completely threw her mind, which had been frozen for millennia, into disarray.

In the few seconds she was stunned, Luo Ye had already picked up a sturdy wooden stick from the ground, about the height of a person and as thick as an arm, weighed it in his hand, and tried to swing it a couple of times.

It feels alright, usable enough.

Although his previous steel longsword had been destroyed in the battle, as a newly promoted Night Dragon Knight, even with only a wooden stick in his hand, he was more than capable of dealing with ordinary low-level magical beasts.

With a thought, Luo Ye slowly infused the still-recovering, and not yet fully refined, dragon power within his body into the withered wood.

A faint, dark golden light flowed and spread rapidly along the wood grain, instantly transforming the originally ordinary, dry branches into something as hard and resilient as refined iron, with the tip of the spear being condensed by energy and made incredibly sharp.

He gripped the makeshift spear firmly with one hand, while gently protecting the little black dragon in his arms with the other. His fingertips brushed against the warm fabric, protecting the only vulnerable spot in his embrace. He looked up warily into the dark and deep forest.

At that very moment, a series of soft, dense rustling sounds suddenly came from the quiet bushes all around.

rustling, rustling—

The sound of trampling on withered branches and fallen leaves rang out one after another, growing closer and closer, carrying a strong aura of bloodlust and greed.

In the dim and gloomy forest, one pair, two pairs, and a dozen pairs of eerie green eyes lit up one after another, appearing particularly strange and terrifying in the deep twilight.

It is a forest wolf.

These wolves were much larger and fiercer than ordinary wild gray wolves, with dark gray-black fur that blended perfectly into the shadows of the forest, making them extremely camouflage.

Its eerie green wolf eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, and thick, corrosive saliva dripped constantly from the corners of its mouth. Its fangs were sharp and white, and carried a deadly poison.

The lead wolf at the front was almost as tall as Luo Ye's chest, with a twisted, jet-black short horn growing from the center of its forehead. It was a burly wolf with a fierce aura, the wolf king who led the pack.

They had clearly followed the faint scent of dragon blood lingering in the air.

For all low-level magical beasts, the blood and energy of the Supreme Black Dragon are the most precious and nourishing treasures in the world. Even a trace of its residual energy is enough to make them fight tooth and nail for it.

Luo Ye's gaze swept over the approaching pack of wolves, and the system panel automatically appeared before his eyes:

Forest Wolf (Common-level Monster)

[Level: LV10-LV15]

[Weaknesses: Thin scales at the junction of the jaw and throat (50% bonus to physical penetration), weak abdominal defense, extremely low shadow resistance, vulnerable to open flames]

[Habits: They hunt in packs and have a high degree of teamwork. The alpha wolf with short horns is the core of the command. Killing the alpha wolf can cause the morale of the pack to drop by 70% and the formation to collapse.]

[Drops: Low-tier Wind/Dark dual-attribute magic core, Sharp Wolf Fang, Tough Wolf Hide, Monster Blood Essence]

"A level 15 common monster, its strength is just right."

Luo Ye gently moved his neck, his joints making a crisp cracking sound. The dormant dragon power within him slowly awakened and surged, and a glimmer of dark golden light flashed in his eyes.

It's a good opportunity to use this pack of demon wolves to test the true combat power of the new Dragon Knight class.

He looked down gently at the mini black dragon in his arms, who was still sulking, and whispered, "Your Majesty, stay put and hold on tight. Don't move around and fall."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Ye took a steady step forward with his left foot, gripped the wooden spear tightly with his right hand, the tip of the spear drooping slightly, his waist taut, and his whole body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released.

The wolf king ahead let out a low, fierce howl, and a chilling killing intent instantly spread out.

The three burly demon wolves immediately sprang out, attacking simultaneously from the left, right, and front. Their sharp fangs gleamed with a ghostly green poisonous light, targeting his throat, waist, and legs respectively. Their attacks were fierce, cunning, and deadly.