Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Lance flew back to the camp with Elena.

As he descended from the sky, the soldiers in the camp all looked up and saw their mage carrying a blonde girl on his shoulder. Their expressions were priceless.

The girl was upside down, her hair dragging on the ground, swaying with Lance's steps, her face swollen like a pig's head.

Alfred was squatting on the ground looking at a map when he heard the noise. He looked up, froze, opened his mouth, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Graham, however, was far less reserved and jumped up, shouting, "Who is this?!"

"She claimed to be a princess of the Sassanid kingdom."

Lance threw Elena on the ground like a garbage bag.

"I found it on the street, take a look and see if you recognize it."

Elena grunted, rolled half a circle on the ground, lay face up with her eyes closed and blood still trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Both cheeks were swollen symmetrically and bright red.

He looked both pathetic and funny.

Alfred crouched down and took a closer look. As a member of the royal family of a neighboring country, he naturally knew what Elena looked like.

Although his face was badly swollen, his facial features were still vaguely recognizable, and it was indeed his face.

only……

Alfred looked at her bluish-purple face and couldn't help but gasp.

What did you do to her?

"He only slapped me lightly twice."

Lance looked completely innocent.

"She's so stubborn, so I'll help her clear her head."

Alfred's lips twitched.

At the same time, I have doubts.

"Is a mage really that strong? Or did she specifically use magic to enhance her strength just to delete her? What grudge could they possibly have?"

"She is the younger sister of the Sassanid king, and a beautiful woman at that."

Alfred stood up, his tone complicated, "You really have the heart to do it?"

"Otherwise what?"

Lance tilted his head to look at him.

"Should I give her an award?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. It's fine if they hit me."

Alfred turned to Graham and said, "Find a carriage, put her in it. Have someone watch over her, make sure she doesn't get lost, and later trade her for something nice with her brother."

Graham responded and beckoned two female professionals to carry Elena away.

The two professionals carried the person with extreme care, as if they were carrying an ancestor.

No matter what, Elena is still a princess, even if she is a princess of an enemy country.

Strictly speaking, she and Alfred are related by blood.

As Elena was being carried away, Lance caught a glimpse of her opening one eye and staring at him.

Lance crouched down, looking her in the eye.

"What's wrong, little princess?"

Elena opened her mouth, her lips touched up and down, and squeezed out a few words.

"If you think you can use me to blackmail my brother, you're dreaming! Just kill me!"

"Wow, you've got guts! I didn't realize."

Lance exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph," Elena scoffed, "that means you've misjudged me!"

Lance looked at her for two seconds.

"Then what else do you have to say?"

"Okay, that's all. Please get started!"

"Ha, dream on."

Lance pursed his lips.

"Keep an eye on her," Alfred instructed the two professionals.

Lance stood up, turned around, and left.

Elena stood frozen in place, watching the silver-white figure walk further and further away.

The professional next to her cautiously approached and led her onto the carriage.

The carriage swayed and moved away.

……

Lance stayed at the camp for a while longer and spoke to Alfred about the direction of the Sassanid army's retreat.

And then it took off again.

I'm hoping to find something else to bring back.

However, not long after takeoff...

He suddenly caught a glimpse of a black dot on the western horizon.

The black dot moved very quickly, heading west, flying straight towards the army camp of the Kingdom of Eredland.

Lance squinted.

The black spot is expanding rapidly.

"That thing looks like it has wings... Is it a bird?"

As the thing slowly approached, Lance realized it wasn't a bird.

It was much larger than a bird, with a wingspan of twenty or thirty meters, and its body was covered with dark red scales that gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Its tail trails behind, with the tip slightly upturned, like a curved knife.

"That's... a dragon!"

Lance's pupils contracted slightly.

He focused his attention, and the information emerged—

[Target: Mama Haha]

[Race: Red Dragon]

[Age: Teenager]

[Level: 14]

This is a red dragon in its adolescence, at the peak of its energy.

"Its characteristics include a bad temper, a strong sense of territory, and a love for collecting shiny things. Although it's not yet a full-grown adult, it's already formidable."

Lance frowned. A level 14 red dragon, a paragon-level dragon. Dragons of this level would not normally appear near human settlements, much less charge directly at an army.

unless……

Someone called it here.

[Upgraded Ring Casting - Invisibility!]

Lance stealthily disappeared into the shadows, hiding in its path.

The dragon flew in a straight line, and its path was very clear.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the dragon gradually approached, and Lance and the dragon flew side by side, about twenty meters apart.

Lance discovered that there was a person on the dragon's back.

A woman wearing light silver armor, her long, fiery red hair blowing wildly in the night wind.

One hand gripped the scales on the dragon's back, while the other hand was outstretched horizontally.

"Wuhu!"

The woman shouted loudly, her face full of excitement.

[Target: Alicia Eriland]

Race: Human

[Class: Flame Warrior (Warrior Variant)]

[Level: 15]

"So this must be Alfred's sister. She arrived so quickly..."

Lance scrutinized her closely.

She doesn't look very old; you could say she's in her twenties or thirties.

Her skin was a healthy wheat color, which stood out strikingly against her fiery red hair.

He was tall with broad shoulders but a slender waist, and his armor clung to his body, bulging where it should bulge and contracting where it should contract.

His facial features are very distinct, even somewhat aggressive.

Her eyebrows were thick and long, slightly arched, and beneath them were a pair of amber eyes.

"Have you seen enough?" Alicia asked quietly.

"Huh?" Lance was startled.

Was discovered.

"You...you must be Lance? My brother mentioned you in his letter," she asked.

Lance nodded.

She looked him up and down, then suddenly grinned.

"It's a shame you're a mage. Why don't you consider becoming a warlock?"

"There's no other way; our ancestors weren't supportive, so we have to rely on ourselves."

……

The two flew back to the camp while talking.

The red dragon circled for a while, and the wind created by its flapping wings stirred up the dust on the ground.

Alicia jumped down, shouting, "Mamahaha! Come down now!"

The red dragon let out a low roar, sounding like it was cursing, but it folded its wings and slowly descended. Its claws dug deep furrows into the stone ground.

After it landed, it twisted its neck and brought its head close to Alicia, exhaling two streams of hot air from its nostrils.