The sky is getting brighter!

The distant sky has revealed white fish belly.

A horned eagle beast stretched out its wings and flew northeastward.

The whole body is green, with only a circle of red feathers dotted on the neck. The sharp claws shrink under the abdomen, resembling the head of a deer head, and a pair of ruby-like eyes that are different from the fierce brilliance of herbivores.

This adult horned eagle beast is as fierce as a griffin. On the Aikaska continent, only the elves are proficient in taming this kind of bird of prey.

"What a monster!" The rider on the back of the horned eagle beast covered his left shoulder with one hand, recalling the scene of the horror last night with lingering fear.

The terrifying reaction speed can make her produce weak mysterious power, no less than her fighting skills, and everything makes her feel timid about the target of this assassination.

This made her very unwilling, because she had never failed in the past twenty assassination missions!

"Lanlie..." A firm light flashed in the assassin's eyes, and she remembered the name firmly in her heart.

Lanley almost opened his eyes until dawn, and he had to be cautious. If Count Thomas was really instructed by Alec, then his situation would be very bad at this moment. In other people's territory, they would just pinch whatever they wanted!

Princess Yafel and Eliza will have nothing to do. Lanlei believes that Alec will not attack her own sister, which can be seen from the arrangements of her residence last night.

"Thirty-six chickens are the best!" Lanley suddenly remembered a sentence that Old Frank said, which told people to run away quickly when the situation is critical, and don't sit stupidly and wait for death.

Lanlie did not understand the inevitable relationship between "Thirty-Six Chicken" and "Escape". Of course, Old Frank did not understand, because this sentence was not his original work, but he plagiarized from Lanlie's father.

Regardless of the pain of the wounds on his body, Lanlie quickly got up, wiped his face quickly, and immediately summoned the guard captain Morgan to inform his soldiers to prepare for their preparation.

Princess Yafir and Eliza expressed their understanding of this, and cooperated very well to pack up early and board the carriage.

A convoy of more than 1,000 people was blocked at the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city had not received the order from the Count, so they refused to let him go.

Lanley's expression was a little gloomy. He didn't believe that Count Thomas would not know that he had summoned the convoy to leave. He knew that he was leaving but did not give orders to let him go. What does that mean?

Lanlie had already made the worst plan in his mind. If Thomas really did not help him, he had no choice but to fight to the death!

"I order you to open the city gate!" Princess Yafir jumped out of the carriage, staring at the city guardian's soldiers with a calm expression...

It is not domineering or arrogant. His princess's innate nobility and elegance made these soldiers guarding the city unable to arouse a low desire to resist, and obediently opened the city gate. This is the deterrent force from the royal class. These soldiers from the Violet Knights are one of the three main forces in the kingdom and have the highest loyalty to the royal family!

They may not listen to the orders of a marquis, but they must obey the orders of a princess!

Lanle breathed a sigh of relief, cast a gratitude glimpse at Princess Yafir, and then ordered the convoy to move forward.

"Marquis!"

A voice that was not unfamiliar to his ears made Lanley's relaxed heart unable to help but lift it up.

Turning his head, he saw Earl Thomas running over on his horse.

"Marquis is ready to leave now!" When he arrived in front of Lanlema, Count Thomas paused the reins and stopped.

"Yes, is Lord Earl here to see me off?" Lanley asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Earl Thomas nodded: "It was really my dereliction of duty to hurt the Marquis last night. I originally wanted to let the Marquis stay for a few more days to recover and then set off, but who knew...!"

"A little injury is no big deal!" Lanlie shrugged as if nothing had happened. In fact, his wound was still burning and painful.

"Then I won't try to keep you. I wish you a good trip!" Earl Thomas smiled. He knew what the other party was worried about, and he also admitted that the other party's worries made sense.

Just after the assassination last night, he received a secret letter from Gerdo, in which he asked him to remove the marquis in front of him. It was obvious that His Highness, the prince who was far away in Gerdo, had made preparations for the assassination but failed, and immediately sent the secret spy who arrived at Krlin in advance to send the secret letter.

If he really did as ordered in the secret letter, then the young Eastern Marquis would not be able to walk out of the city gate!

This was the second time Lanley saw Earl Thomas' smile. He found that this dull-looking man was still very attractive when he smiled.

Waving his whip, Lanlie rode his horse and followed the convoy out of the city gate.

It was not until the last man in the convoy left the city gate that Count Thomas retracted his gaze.

At this time, a knight in a ring dress came over on a horse.

"Sir, what should I do with the spy from Gerdo??" the Knight asked whispered.

"Kill it, and then deal with it cleanly!" The Count returned to his usual muddy expression.

"But what should I do if His Highness the Prince pursued him?" the Knight reminded him with some concern.

"What are you pursuing?" asked the Count with a frown.

"Of course, we are pursuing the whereabouts of these spies!? Sir!" The knight was a little confused, thinking to himself that Lord Earl is not a nonsense to ask?

"What spy? Have you seen it?" The Count asked coldly, then rode away with a horse whip.

"I? I haven't seen it before! I've definitely never seen it before!" The knight suddenly realized and followed him on a horse.

Due to injuries on his body, Lanley had to give up riding and sat in the carriage with Roni and Benita.

In the hot weather, even if you sit in the carriage, you can't avoid sweating. Lanlie only felt a stinging pain in the wound, making him feel restless.

Roni and Benita slapped the Marquis hard, regardless of their own sweat.

"Okay! Little Roni, Benita, stop and rest for a while!" Lanley couldn't bear it and reached out to grab the fan and said, "I'll just fan myself!"

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Lanlie's forehead. Little Roni shook his red face and said, "I'm not tired. Master, I'll help you!"

"Stay for a while, this is an order!" Lanlie reached out and pinched Roni's pretty nose, and said with a smile.

Roni smiled shyly and sat obediently beside her.

There was a hint of loss on Berta's pretty face, because she could see that between herself and Roni, the master obviously preferred Roni more.

"Benita, you can rest for a while!" Lanlie turned his head, glanced at the other party's plump body, and teased: "You are so fat, you must be sweating the most!"

"Master, am I really fat?" Benita became a little nervous. She was not as popular as Roni. If her figure was gone, the master would definitely hate her. Maybe she would be sold for it!

"Yes, I'm almost turning into a pig!" Lanlie patted the other party's fleshy little face and smiled: "But, this kind of Benita is cute!"

Benita's loss and tension were wiped out. She could see that the master still liked her, so she didn't have to worry that the master would sell her. She was very satisfied with her life like she was. She didn't want to be a goods to be sold in the slave market anymore, and she would never want to.

Talked and laughed with the two beautiful little maids, and Ranley felt that the pain in his body was relieved a lot. Looking out the car window, the terrain in the distance began to become flat and open.

According to Henry, one day's journey, the convoy will be able to reach the Seltan Wasteland.

Lanlie suddenly felt a little excited. After more than twenty days of trekking, he finally approached the end.

What kind of land is waiting for him?

The endless wasteland of Celtan.

In the hot summer, this wasteland is not as desolate and barren as some people think.

The spring snow at the beginning of the year laid the foundation for the fatty lushness of the Seltan wasteland, and the rare summer rains kept the fatty lushness and abundance.

Perhaps it was the mercy of the gods, this summer, the Celtan wasteland showed vitality and charm that had not been revealed for years.

The endless turquoise green is dotted with large patches of fiery red, white, and orange, like a magnificent silk painting, spreading to the distant horizon.

Groups of wildebeests were gnawing on the delicious green grass in big mouths, while a few miscellaneous wolves were maliciously circling around these prey, looking for the best time to prey.

In another bush, an adult velociraptor over five meters tall was piercing the throat of a huge oil pig with his sharp teeth. The velociraptor's roar and the unwilling sound of the oil pig flapping, shocking several blue-eyed rats in the grass not far away.

A two-legged flying dragon hovered in the sky, searching for prey on the ground, and soon, an adult stag with no attack power appeared in its sight.

In this vast and boundless Celtan wasteland, there are cruel struggles of the strong.

roar!

A roar full of infinite power resounded over the Celtan wasteland.

The wildernesses began to panic. They looked around and their bodies trembled. With the wilderness leader's wilderness, the huge wilderness herd surged like a torrent.

The wolves of miscellaneous weeds did not care about looking for food, and ran away with all their legs.

The velociraptor, who was planning to have a beautiful meal, threw off the dying oil pig and fled into the bushes in panic.

The flying dragon, who was preparing to grab prey in a diving posture, was frightened by the roar and braked suddenly and turned around and flew into the distance in a mess.

Under the afterglow of the scorching sun, a huge black shadow appeared above the wasteland.

A huge torso, huge wings, hideous fangs and blood-red eyes.

This is a black dragon.

Libbeder, who is already ninety years old, is a young black dragon. Although he cannot become a humanoid like an adult black dragon, in terms of momentum, it already has the power of dragon pressure unique to a black dragon.

Libbidel was very proud. In its opinion, the effect of the voice just now was very good. On the entire Seltan wasteland, Lord Libbidel was the only king. The humble reptiles, including humans, were not worthy of licking their toes.

From now on, this is its territory, and it is the only ruler here.

Libbeder vibrated his wings and glided towards the ground, searching everywhere with his fierce eyes.

It felt a strange power coming from afar, very similar to its origin, but somewhat different.

Undoubtedly, this is a strong temptation for the Black Dragon, just as if there is a delicious and delicious meal waiting for it to enjoy.

Libbidel flew along the temptation, gliding about two thousand meters, and found the source of the temptation.

Under a giant tree, a huge black lion was lying lazily there.

It turned out to be just a low-key reptile. Libbedan felt relieved and landed on the ground with a loud bang.

As Lord Libbidel expected, the black lion immediately shivered and shrank into a ball when he found a black dragon appearing in front of him.
To be continued...