The night was illuminated by sparkles of powder, the surrounding area briefly as bright as day, dispelling darkness and shadows.
However, this only lasted for a mont.
Galos’s enormous and powerful Dragon Wings stirred up a gale, dispersing the sparkle powder, causing countless points of light to scatter like fireflies in all directions, the blinding white light shattered.
He squinted slightly, his Dragon Eyes vertical, locking onto the Elf Dragon ahead.
Whoosh!
Sand and stones flew, rocks and withered branches scattered wildly.
Galos brutally cut the obstructing trees in half, directly chasing after the Elf Dragon.
The Elf Dragon lightly skimd over the treetops.
Hearing the approaching great commotion from behind, its butterfly wings, shimring with a silver-gray light, fluttered, emitting a lodious sound like water flowing down from the peak of a snowy mountain.
Illusionary Sound Technique!
This sound drilled into Galos’s ears, causing his mind to waver, and the scenery before him to begin twisting and distorting.
The stones all over the ground and the towering trees around seed to co alive, growing limbs to bounce and shake on the spot, singing loudly with newly grown mouths, belting out harsh nursery rhys, forming a bizarre scene.
"Illusion Technique?!"
Galos’s heart tightened, he extended his claw, heavily slapping his own head.
In the absence of appropriate counter-skills, physically striking his own head could, to so extent, restrain the effects of the Illusion Technique.
Bang!
Galos’s head shook, slightly dizzy.
Under the impact of the dizziness, the chaotic nursery rhys in his ears vanished, and the stones and trees that had been bouncing around also ca to a stop, returning to their original state.
Taking advantage of the Illusion Technique’s interference on Galos, Elf Dragon Vera fled even farther.
It traversed through the treetops, its tail curled around a branch, swinging its body, and smoothly tossed three small bear dolls woven from earth-colored fur towards Galos.
Phantom Secret Puppet!
The mont the dolls fell, they suddenly swelled into three roaring Violent Bears, pouncing towards Galos.
These Violent Bears were lifelike, carrying a massive and boisterous aura in their movents, like living creatures.
"This little thing has quite a few flashy tricks."
Galos’s right wing rose, like a giant guillotine swiftly cleaving through a few Violent Bears, slicing them in half, but they remained unfazed, continuing to pounce at Galos.
The Red Iron Young Dragon neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the Violent Bears’ attacks to hit, then passing through their bodies.
Whoosh!
The fine scales on the Dragon Wings rubbed, sparking densely, and Galos crash-tackled the three bear phantoms, turning them back into fur.
With his speed greatly increased, Galos swept through at low altitude, closing in on the Elf Dragon in no ti.
Extending his claw, Galos grabbed the Elf Dragon’s petite body.
However, there was no sense of grasping sothing tangible.
Galos stopped, opened his claw, seeing only so pollen-like stuff in the palm, no trace of the Elf Dragon.
He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, yet failed to locate the Elf Dragon, his body lowered, Dragon Wings spread, ticulously feeling the tremors in the air, still to no avail.
He paced around for a while in place.
Galos angrily slapped the ground with his Dragon Tail, forming trenches, venting his fury for a few minutes before soaring into the dark night sky.
After he left.
About half an hour later.
Hiding in a rock crevice, Elf Dragon Vera breathed a sigh of relief, her Invisibility Technique and Breath Concealnt Technique reached their duration, and her kitten-sized body beca visible.
"Dull-witted, sensory-blunt dragon, couldn’t catch , must have been furious."
Her mood lightened again, the previous tension and fear vanished.
Red Dragons and Iron Dragons, these two major Dragon Races are adept at head-on combat, ferocious and formidable, but they are not types with keen senses, the Red Iron Half-blood Dragon’s perception shouldn’t be outstanding either.
The Elf Dragon felt her fear seed unnecessary.
If she had been careful from the start, focusing on performing and maintaining the Invisibility Technique and Breath Concealnt Technique, that stupid half-blood dragon definitely wouldn’t have discovered her, the previous exposure was due to her own scare.
"If it still resides at Violent Bear Ridge."
"Next ti, I’ll sneak up on it, secretly pluck its Dragon Scale, or when it’s sleeping or resting, stuff a Stinky Flower into its nostril, throwing on ash, and fiercely get back at it!"
Elf Dragon Vera, having lived long in the Immortal Spirit Wilderness, and residing alongside other amicable spirit-kind creatures, disliked fighting and killing, the worst malice she could think of was just so.
Crawling out from the rock crevice.
The Elf Dragon felt happy about her vicious revenge plan.
Imagining the Evil Dragon sneezing or even vomiting from the stench, she couldn’t help but roll on the leaf-covered ground, laughing four limbs splayed out, belly up, looking skyward.
Then, the Elf Dragon’s smile froze.
She saw a crimson teor descending from the sky.
No, it wasn’t a real teor, but a Red Iron Dragon dragging dense sparks between its wings as it flew.
With a high-altitude plunge steepening its speed, its pace was unmatched, far surpassing the speed during its previous low-altitude chase, a pair of frightfully giant blade-like wings slicing through the night, emitting a shrill cry that plunged the Elf Dragon into panic.
The Elf Dragon’s frozen smile vanished.
It transferred to Galos’s dragon face.
He grinned fiercely: "Little thing, the chase ga ends here."
The Elf Dragon flapped her Dragon Wings, rising to fly again, but within two seconds, she was swiftly grasped by Galos, who had sped in, and this ti it was her real body, as her magic was nearly exhausted from the earlier escape, unable to use the energy-draining Illusion Body Technique again.
"Wuwuwu, I’ll never be curious again."
Gripped by sharp claws, the dangerous pressing sensation surged from all around, the Elf Dragon’s eyes welled with tears, sobbing, she pleaded to Galos: "Please spare , I swear I’ll never stuff a Stinky Flower into your nose to get back at you."
Galos gazed down at the Elf Dragon with scrutiny.
Judging by her size, she should be an adult already.
But.
The Elf Dragon’s adulthood is quite different from other dragons.
Elf Dragons have short lifespans, considered adult dragons above 20 years old, and their living level as adult dragons is not high, around level 6, only they are proficient at escaping and surviving.
"Her speech is childish, her mind immature, not like a dragon over 20 years old, rather like a hatchling less than six, her origin must be unusual."
Galos pondered silently in his heart.
"As you can see, I am not an Evil Dragon."
He said to the Elf Dragon.
Not an Evil Dragon? The Elf Dragon was stunned, then quickly nodded, agreeing: "Yes, yes, Vera saw at a glance that you are not an Evil Dragon, you are a good, kind dragon."
Galos smiled and said: "So, I will not kill you."
Not waiting for the Elf Dragon to rejoice, he paused, then continued, "But you still need to pay for offending ."
The Elf Dragon’s Illusion Technique could be used to train his ntal resistance.
In the wilderness, there are too few fierce magical creatures that master Illusion Techniques, and in civilized societies, illusionists are not nurous either, now having caught an Elf Dragon capable of Illusion Techniques, she must be rigorously exploited, using her to train and evolve his ntal resistance.
Moreover.
The Elf Dragon itself holds value too.
ntioned in the heritage.
Its butterfly-like wings’ scale powder can stimulate creatures’ spirits, repairing ntal fatigue and tension, enhancing perception, reaction, and ntal intensity, even effective for fellow Dragon Race, with better effects than on other beings.
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