Chapter 574: The Dragon Princess of the Infinity Cup

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"Ga—Ga—"

Awesome: (In short, I have achieved the magical power now, and it is different from the past. The end of your fishtail has arrived. Even if you beg me for mercy now, it is too late.)

"Yaah—"

Shaking his head: [Elia... Why do you ask for mercy? Leona now can't beat Elia.]

"Ga...Ga—oh—"

Holding the claws tightly, the blue veins are erect: (Good... What a shameless fish tail. It seems that you won't let you see the power of this princess. You won't know how terrifying the great dragon princess is.)

Elia tilted her head in trouble and made a meaningless "Yi" sound.

"It feels like it's very good."

While Elia and the dead dog were having a conversation beyond race between fish and dogs, we had already started to have supper. Seeing them happily (?) the scene of "gah" and "yaah", Veras couldn't help but smile happily.

“Yes…is it?”

I blinked and glanced at the dead dog. Its gritted teeth and looked like it was friendly to Little Elia no matter how it looked.

Just as we were staring at the development of things, the most anticipated moment came. The dead dog held its paws and stretched out its sharp claws from its furry palm, and its teeth grinded, approaching Elia a few steps. It looked like Jack in a cat and a mouse was planning to attack the goldfish in the fish tank. Although the process was wonderful and worth looking forward to, the result would definitely be a conceivable coffee table...

In my interesting gaze, the dead dog slowly stepped forward a few steps, but suddenly stopped. The originally full dog's face suddenly changed, and it turned into a melancholy face that seemed to be extremely mature and had seen through everything after vicissitudes.

"Ga—"

Use a deep (?) look to distance your purpose: (Forget it.)

"Yah—?"

Under the threat of Leona's precarious momentum, she had already taken out her golden three-pointed halberd as big as a fork like a Western food, and Elia, who was posing in a self-defense attack posture, looked at Leona in confusion. In her opinion, Leona today seemed a bit strange, just like...

It's like it's obviously a cat, but it's a lion.

Leona stopped, her eyes so distant and confused.

"Gaoh—"

My eyes were melancholy: (In fact, since the moment I realized the final nature of power, the grudges and struggles between us have lost their meaning, because the strength between us is too far apart. It is not the preference of our dragon clan to bully a weak person.)

"Gaohhhhhhhhhh--"

The eyes were very melancholy: (Is the feeling of invincibility and the feeling of loneliness of a master? When a person has gone through countless hardships and finally climbed to the top. Looking down from above, he saw not the whole world, but the loneliness that only accompanied by the cold wind. The world is so big, is there no opponent worthy of my different eyes? I can finally understand the mood of my father.)

After saying that, she turned around silently, and walked out the door while shedding tears. Her back was so old and sad, as if she saw an opponent she had regarded as a strong enemy for decades, suddenly becoming a disabled person the moment before the decisive battle.

"Swoosh--" a sound of breaking through the air.

"Sher——" Blood splashed everywhere.

Leona stopped, turned her head mechanically, and looked at a golden fork stuck on her furry golden ass, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching.

"Yiyiya--"

Crying: [Yes... Sorry, Elia... Elia just wanted to call Leona and see if Leona's brain was burned out. Subconsciously threw the fork over, wuwu~~I'm sorry~~]

Leona: "&%￥#%..."

"Yaaaa--"

Very apologized: [Leona must be very painful, I will pull it out now.]

"Ga—"

Panicked: (Wait...)

With a "snap" sound, Elia waved her little hand, and the sharp three-pointed halberd inserted into Leona's tail was like being controlled by an invisible big hand. She shook her up and down a few times, and was pulled out of Leona's sarcasm. Three poignant blood flowers were immediately spewed out from the three blood holes that were stabbed out.

Leona: "…"

"Ga—Ga—"

His eyes were flashing and tears licking the wound: (I said, in fact, there have always been such questions before. Could your fish tail be covered with innocent and kind skin? In fact, it is extremely sinister and black-bellied inside. It is absolutely true.)

"Yaah—"

He tilted his head in confusion: [Elia... doesn't understand what Leona means.]

"Good!!"

Angry: (Hmph, don't pretend to be stupid. I have seen through your essence. Although bullying the weak is not the dragon clan's actions, the rude provocation is not the style of this princess. Your fish tail, today I will let you see what the absolute gap is, and completely fall into the bottomless abyss of despair of the weak.)

"Yaah—"

Kindly suggested: [Forget it, Leona is injured, Elia doesn't want to bully the injured.]

Injured...the injured person?bullying?

boom--

At this moment, Leona's whole person... no, the whole dog was burning, especially the pair of dripping black pearl eyes, which were almost turning into a fiery red color.

"Ga! Oh!!!"

Roaring: (Please take the move, the ultimate kill that the princess has newly realized, gathers the five ultimate powers of the sea, earth, life, death, and wind and thunder. It transcends the realm of gods and demons and breaks through the limitations of the law. This [Dragon Clan Tornado Shadowless Kamikaze Leg], even the soul must tremble at it, let your fish tail see it carefully.)

Leona let out a roar of "Oh, Oh, Oh," and her feet stood upright and flew high. She turned over and kicked her legs, and her plush short legs turned into a shocking black shadow and kicked Elia.

At this moment, she has transformed into the king of kung fu.

"Dong--"

The dull impact sounded, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Leona maintained a straight kick in the air, her figure paused in the air, and her shocking kick was kicking Elyyana's slender and fair arm as if it were ivory chopsticks.

No, it was Leona who kicked Elia's arm, rather than saying that Elia used her soft and boneless slender arm to block Leona's foot.

That's right, it's a perfect block. When I endured this kick, Alia's body didn't even shake it. It made people feel that Leona's extremely powerful kick was like a finger pressing on a steel plate, completely hitting the stone with an egg.

Leona's face showed a dramatic expression, which was an exaggerated thing that was difficult to describe in words... Well, it really transcended the boundaries of language and was difficult to find suitable words to describe.

"Yaah!!"

An innocent and pure smile: [Leona's strength is indeed much stronger, but Elia has been sleeping and her strength is also growing, so...]

Enhanced version of the deep sea vortex!!

One hand blocked Leona's kick, and the other hand suddenly grabbed her naked feet at a speed that was unseen by the naked eye, like a judo master. Then the blocked hand also pushed and grabbed it skillfully, showing a grasping posture with both hands, steadily grasping Leona's two hind legs.

This familiar experience made Leona's face pale.

“Hu—Hu—”

The next moment, Elia turned and the speed instantly increased to the maximum, just like a small tornado, and the golden figure of the dead dog turned into a blur in constant rotation.

Then, Elia's hand relaxed, and amid the sarcasm, under our indifferent or bitter smile, it turned into a meteor and disappeared into the night rain outside the tent door.

"Yaah—"

Worried: [Oh, I threw it out subconsciously. Elia forgot that Leona was still injured, so there would be no problem.]

"Good ball, Elia is such a good boy."

Seeing Elia throwing the dead dog out, she looked worried, and I was immediately moved by her kindness. What a innocent and kind mermaid. Compared with the dead dog, it was like Snow White and her stepmother. So I gently stretched out my fingers, gently stroked her smooth face, and said with approval.

Sure enough, this pure and cute little mermaid was immediately happy after being praised by me. She hugged me and gently stroked her fingers on her face, and gently applied it with her soft, warm and wet little pink tongue.

What a little thing who loves to act coquettishly. I smiled and gently tapped her head, then took out fresh fruit that was heavier than her and handed it over. Looking at the dozen fruit cores left on the ground, I added to my heart: Also... the food intake is huge.

In short, the dead dog has returned. According to Elia's explanation to us, during this period, the dead dog went to Lugaoyin for training because of Velas and others, and was forced to be taken away by the inexplicable contract and fell on the sea. It took nineteen days to reach the shore;

Then, when the dead dog was walking on Lu Gaoyin, he went out without knowing the change in the desert climate at all. As a result, he encountered a sandstorm and was buried for another nineteen days.

Then, Viras and the others returned to the camp, and the dead dog was dragged back. During the competition, the dead dog used some strange means to hide the angel's perception and lurked into the arena, and called it "the unique super VIP seat". In the end, he was extremely happy and sad. During the battle between Seattlek and Carlos, the super tornado in Seattlek was blown to somewhere.

Finally, the dead dog who finally returned to the camp hungry and accidentally fell into the trap cave dug by the hunter. It was not until a night rain last night that lightning happened to fall into the hole and exploded the entire hole, and it escaped. Of course, it was inevitable that it was affected by lightning, so that the short yellow tail became my joke for several days.

The next day after the rain, I woke up early in the morning and heard the news of the fox's departure. I had already heard the news from the little fox yesterday, and I was not surprised. I just felt sorry for not being able to give it away when I left. However, I think the little fox probably didn't want me to give it away. First, because of yesterday's incident, my face was still unrestrained. Second, the delivery means separation. The little fox doesn't want to experience the sadness of parting, and would rather believe that he will come back soon.

For some reason, I had a vague understanding that I seemed to see through the little fox's thoughts, because I didn't have the persistence to say goodbye. After learning that the little fox left silently, the little ghost celebrated happily for a while, claiming that he had finally driven away the evil fox and maintained the peace and development of the camp. Then, with a slightly lonely expression, he slept like a little lazy pig.

After the trading conference, the blacksmith exchange meeting was held. Akara's abacus was a slam, and the blacksmith exchange meeting was immediately behind the trading conference, calling on those adventurers to donate the remaining equipment that they could not sell during the trading conference to provide the blacksmith with materials. This saved a lot of money. It was really gratifying.

Because blacksmiths are not like adventurers, they can gather at a table in the bar and communicate with each other at any time. It is rare for two blacksmiths to get together, let alone group players like this, so this exchange conference lasted for half a month.

During this period, the entire Roger camp seemed to be in summer. There were blacksmiths' hot stoves everywhere, and countless thick smoke rose in the sky. Uninformed people would probably think that the camp was on fire from a distance.

The crisp hammer hit me endlessly, and even in the middle of the night, it was still intermittent, making me feel as if I were in the Dwarf City.

The tens of thousands of adventurers, the four newly joined races, the elves, foxes, and werewolfs, were all left in the internal struggle a few days after the trade conference, under the leadership of their respective representatives. The remaining non-camp alliance adventurers also left one after another in the past half month, leaving all the way.

The Adventurer Paradise Avenue and the bar, which were originally crowded, suddenly became wider. The long-lost grassland breeze visited here again, or rolled up the streets and fell around. Suddenly, the alert jackal raised his ears like a solemn look, looked around with a serious expression, and after confirming that there was no one around, his body flashed, and he slipped like a loach to one of his usual secret strongholds. He sat under a big tree, enjoying the mottled morning sunshine falling from the leaves, skillfully turned his hand and took out a wine pot from the tree hole behind her, then crossed his legs, squinted his eyes and savored it happily.

She squinted her eyes half asleep and half awake, tasting the wine and basking in the sun, feeling comfortable like a god, but it didn't last long. Suddenly, the squinted eyes suddenly opened, ejaculated, and shouted angrily.

"Who is it, hiding there sneakily."

After a while, rustling sounds came from the grass not far away, and then one after another came out.
To be continued...