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

An extremely complex emotion overwhelmed the last icy defenses in the Black Dragon Queen's heart.

It was absurd, it was infuriating, but it also seemed... there was a faint warmth, one that even she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Ants...no, Luo Ye." The hoarse dragon language rang out again.

"pay close attention!"

Before she finished speaking, Eluvia used her last bit of strength to suddenly raise her battered and almost broken left wing, using the relatively intact part of the wing bone as a shield to pull Luo Ye to her side. At the same time, her broken right dragon wing flapped wildly, bringing up a violent gust of wind that sent sand and stones flying!

"She's trying to run! Stop her!"

"Attack! Attack her wings!"

"That traitor! Kill them!"

The hunters, recovering from the shock of the clash, saw the Black Dragon King trying to escape and their eyes turned red. They unleashed a barrage of ranged attacks, this time targeting her wings for flight.

Ignoring the pain, Eluvia slammed her claws into the ground, unleashing the last of her power from her shattered dragon wings. She carried Luo Ye, who was in her claws, and shot towards the top of the canyon like an arrow released from a bow!

Magic arrows, ice spears, and fireballs bombarded her back and wings, exploding into clouds of blood mist.

Her flight path was swaying violently, as if she might fall at any moment.

Luo Ye was tightly fixed to the connection between her neck and body by the bones of the dragon wing. She could clearly feel every spasm of her muscles, hear her suppressed painful gasps, and smell the strong, pungent smell of blood.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from the shared contract and the torment of his own injuries, one hand gripping the edge of a broken scale tightly, the other hand...

He saw the hunters below still attacking frantically, especially the legendary mages who were casting large-scale binding spells.

No! We can't let them finish casting the spell!

Almost instinctively, Luo Ye released his grip on the scales, letting half of his body dangle in the air, and frantically poured the magic power mixed with dragon power that had just recovered a little from his body into the wreckage of the steel longsword that was on the verge of collapse.

"Give me...right!"

With all his might, he hurled his longsword at an elderly man who appeared to be a mage leader below!

The longsword shattered completely the moment it left his hand, but the fragments were imbued with a wisp of dark golden dragon power, as if they had been given life. Their speed increased dramatically, and they pierced the air with a shrill shriek!

The legendary mage reacted extremely quickly, instantly erecting a magical shield.

boom! boom! boom!

The fragments struck the shield, most of them bouncing off, but the largest one strangely pierced through the shield's weak point and stabbed into the old mage's shoulder!

"Ugh!" The old mage cried out in pain as his spell was instantly interrupted.

It was this brief moment of delay that allowed Eluvia to finally break free from the densest barrage of fire. With a powerful flap of her shattered dragon wings, she flew erratically towards the depths of the leaden-gray clouds beyond the rift valley, her speed increasing until she finally became a blurry black dot on the horizon.

"Chase her! She's so badly injured, she can't fly far!"

"That damned traitor to humanity! They must all be torn to pieces!"

The hunters roared, some summoning flying mounts, while others began preparing large-scale tracking spells.

In the ruins of the canyon, the lingering smoke of battle has not yet dissipated.

Scattered dragon blood seeped into the cracks of the rubble, gleaming with a dark golden light in the black smoke-filled night, like a pile of shattered glass.

Several teams of hunters were still clearing the battlefield, moving the wounded, and counting the bodies of the dead.

"The Black Dragon King has flown away."

"That madman disappeared along with him."

"Our dragon-slaying exploits are gone."

Behind him, the leaders of several hunter squads gradually gathered around. Each of them bore injuries of varying degrees, and their complexions were grim.

A burly orc warlord, leaning on his battle axe, spoke in a gruff voice: "Damn it, seventeen of my elite warriors have died. That guy with the black knife doesn't look human at all."

Another human mage licked his chapped lips, still shaken: "That was definitely not a human skill, it was definitely the power of a dragon."

"so what?"

The golden-armored commander interrupted them in a deep voice, wiping the blood from his face, and asked in a stern tone, "What are you trying to say? A human suddenly gained the power of the dragons and then rescued the dragon king from the encirclement of our thousands of elite troops?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"If this story gets reported, we'll all be dead. Does anyone recognize the person from earlier?"

Everyone fell silent.

At this moment, a scout wearing a robe with the coat of arms of a duke cautiously squeezed out from the crowd, knelt on one knee, and spoke with a trembling voice, tinged with guilt.

"My lord... I think I recognize him."

"explain!"

"He...he seems to be from the Violet family of the capital, the second son of Duke Raymond, that...that famous young master Luo Ye, who couldn't cultivate battle qi and magic and was almost abandoned by the family." The scout's tone was full of uncertainty and absurdity.

The golden-armored commander's eye twitched.

"The Duke's second son?"

Before he could speak, the orc warlord beside him exploded, roaring in a gruff voice, "Are you fucking blind? That power, that speed, that fearless spirit—you're telling me it's from a useless piece of trash who can't cultivate?"

"But...but I saw him once in the capital a few years ago from afar, and he did look seven or eight parts similar..." The scout was covered in cold sweat, desperately trying to explain but not daring to raise his voice too high.

"He was on his way to a banquet at a duke's house when he passed by me... I remember it very clearly because he was very handsome, but his magical energy fluctuations were almost zero. I thought to myself that this was probably the famous good-for-nothing second son of the Violet family..."

That's enough.

The golden-armored commander raised his hand to stop him from speaking, his gaze falling on the scout's face as if assessing the credibility of his words.

The second son of the Duke of Violet.

He suddenly thought of a possibility.

A very absurd yet very reasonable possibility—the entire continent knows that, at a sufficiently high level, the dragon knight contract of the dragon race can directly modify the human physique.

What if that guy named Luo Ye... had indeed established some kind of connection with the Black Dragon King at some point in the past?

However, dragon knights have long since ceased to exist on the entire continent.