The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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With the second Holy Knight killed, the remaining dozen or so Holy Knights gradually began to feel fear.

Because the opponent was able to kill his teammates while defending against all attacks, it means that the opponent's strength far surpasses that of everyone else, which is why he was able to do this.

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

But the battlefield is ever-changing, and they had no way out.

Because more enemies have already charged in.

"Kill! Follow our lord and fight the enemy!"

Upon seeing their lord kill two enemy soldiers in succession, their morale soared instantly, and they charged towards the enemy camp like tigers and leopards.

The sheer force of their presence alone instilled fear in the enemy.

This is quite normal, considering that the enemy leader was able to kill two people when surrounded by more than a dozen.

This was shocking enough. Now, dozens of knights with longswords imbued with holy light stood before them. How could they not understand that this battle was lost?

Morale has dropped so low that some have begun to back down and choose to flee.

The remaining Holy Knights, facing an enemy several times their number, were powerless to turn the tide and were eventually surrounded and killed by two or three people.

In just a few minutes, the enemy was completely wiped out.

Later, the demi-human girls joined the battle, originally intending to go to the rescue alone.

But O'Ville thought about it and felt that there were too many enemies. Going there rashly might even distract Philia and lead to bad results.

Now we can only trust Philia, and believe that with her speed, she definitely won't be caught up.

"Everyone, follow me and pursue the remaining enemies."

After eliminating all the people of the Valley Territory, Ron did not rest for a moment and ordered an attack in the direction they had come from.

Because Fria lured most of the remaining enemies in that direction.

"Yes!"

After the victory just now, everyone's morale is high, and now all they can think about is killing the enemy, killing the enemy, and killing the enemy!

Seeing the man leading the group back, the demi-human women immediately understood what was going on.

They must have gone to support Phyllis.

O'Vell and the others immediately followed, silently praying that nothing unexpected would happen.

"My lord, go a little further north, their scent can be heard over there."

Shemiel used the scent to pinpoint the enemy's location.

Without her, this dark little forest would have been really hard to find.

And so, guided by Shemir, they drew ever closer to the enemy...

On the other side, Fria's wounds had not been able to heal for a long time due to lack of rest, and it was only now that they were fully healed.

Under normal circumstances, she can heal herself within minutes after being injured, which is the terrifying aspect of awakening a trace of true dragon bloodline.

However, due to the need to escape, he had many wounds, so the healing process was slower.

This caused Philia to bleed excessively, to the point that her vision became blurry, and because it was dark, she tripped several times.

This also meant she could no longer be as relaxed as before, and she was truly exhausted from running around.

He will come!

Just hang in there a little longer!

Will he come?

Having risked his life several times without ever caring about his own survival, will he really come?

At this moment, Fria was in a dilemma, feeling helpless in her weakest state.

Deep down, I still hope to see that man and hope he comes back.

"Haha, she's about to give up. Surround her, but be careful not to kill her."

Wilson Gray, who was chasing behind, felt extremely pleased as he watched the female wyvern in front of him grow weaker and weaker.

His eyes gleamed with greed, for he knew this thing was worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

"Yes!"

The knights could clearly sense that the dragon girl in front of them was just putting on a brave face and didn't actually have much fighting power left.

As the enemies surrounded her, all she could do was lean against the tree, her fierce gaze sweeping over the faces of the humans.

She fell into despair once again, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness once more.

However, Fria did not give up. She held up her claws, waiting for the enemy to come forward so she could deliver a fatal blow.

"Be careful, don't hit vital organs, keep them alive."

As Wilson Gray approached, he continued to cautiously remind him that he didn't want to find a corpse.

Clang, Clang, Clang——

Faced with the barrage of attacks, Fria had no choice but to fight back with all her might.

But having exhausted her strength, she was unable to kill anyone, and even defending herself was difficult.

At this moment, she seemed to feel no pain, only the cold swords striking her body, but she had no sensation.

For some reason, at this moment, besides thinking about her mother, Oville, and Lucia, she also thought about that man...

He'll come, right...?

Chapter 123 Death is rebirth, the Red Dragon Queen awakens!

Under the moonlight, in the dense forest, blood became the cloak of Phyllia.

She was staggering and looked like she might fall at any moment.

Despite this, she did not give up and wanted to fight to the very end.

Deep down, she was just waiting for that man to arrive.

But she waited too long, far too long, until her heart had become numb.

"Okay, tie her up with a rope."

Wilson Gray didn't want to die with those precious hundreds of thousands of gold coins, so when he saw that it was about time, he ordered his men to tie him up and send him back.

"Yes!"

The knights were already prepared, ready to tie her up with ropes.

Just then, everyone heard footsteps approaching from behind.

When I turned around, I saw a man dressed in silver armor, wielding a longsword that radiated holy light, charging towards me.

This scene left everyone stunned.

Because he was only one person, he acted as if he didn't see the hundreds of people in front of him, and charged forward with a resolute expression.

"Leonard...Ron!!!"

As Wilson Gray got closer, he realized that the man rushing towards him was Leonard Ron from the feuding family.

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out why he would come from the direction of his own territory.

"Damn it, why are you here?!"

Wilson Gray envisioned a terrifying possibility: the female dragon was bait, and the man before him had already returned from a rampage through his territory.

Ron did not respond to those words; the longsword piercing the enemy's chest seemed to have already provided the answer.

After receiving a hint from Shemir, he told Shemir and the others to keep an eye on the knights behind them, since the knights weren't very fast and it was getting dark, so if they fell behind, they might not be able to keep up.

He then unleashed an extremely fast speed, rushing towards the enemy.

Surrounded by enemies, Fria's vision was already blurred. When she saw the man arrive, she wondered if it was all an illusion.

She could sense the anger from Ron's and the enemy's actions.

Perhaps this is what happens when you endure hardship to develop deep feelings; after all, you practice until late every night, so you get to know each other quite well.

So, was he angry because he was injured?

wrong!

How could a human being like him possibly be driven by anger...?

Despite thinking this, when she saw the man arrive, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

Seeing that Fria had not awakened her bloodline on the verge of death, Ron breathed a slight sigh of relief. After all, if she had awakened her bloodline, he would not have been able to suppress her for a short period of time.

But for some reason, seeing her wounds and her isolated figure trapped by enemy forces, I felt an overwhelming sense of unease.

The only way to vent is through constant fighting.

"Kill him first, kill Leonard Ron!"

Wilson Gray initially thought the kid was crazy, that he was desperate to save the dragon and had come up to his death.