A man emerged from the grass.

Webert showed a look of surprise.

The man who appeared in front of him was not handsome. He still had a childish spirit on his face that had not yet completely faded, and he was probably not old. He was wearing thick linen, and such clothes often appeared in tribes with poor craftsmanship. Webert could recognize it because he used to dress like this.

However, it was not these things that surprised Webert, but what he was holding, one hand was a spear equipped with a tribal equipment, and the other hand was a book. In recent times, Webert had heard of such a dress. This was the priest in the Holy Empire who was responsible for celebrating the great empire of the Empire, but what he was holding was not a spear, but a cylindrical staff representing the power of the Empire.

Judging from the man's behavior, he seemed to be hunting.

But...hunting with books? This is really serious.

"Who are you?" Webert asked the man with caution.

The other guards also raised their weapons vigilantly and pointed their sharp weapons at the man in front of them.

“Narnia.”

The man said his name, and he smiled, as if he was not nervous about the swords facing each other.

There are generally two ways of dealing with this.

One is that the man does not think he is threatened, and this situation is based on strength.

On the other hand, the other party is a fool.

Judging from the man's calm attitude, it is obviously the former.

If possible, Webert did not intend to conflict with him. In fact, it was not just Webert who saw this. According to the orders of other nobles, the guards responsible for protecting and monitoring him were not fools. He could easily see the instinct of the man named Narnia in front of him. They surrounded Webert, and if an unexpected situation really happened, they would use their lives to defend the commands of the nobles.

"take it easy."

Narnia seemed to see the reason for their nervousness, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

He shook his hands left and right, indicating that he had no malice.

"I'm here to hunt."

"Hunting?" Webert frowned.

As soon as the red light appeared, the Marquis of Laliberta issued an order to prohibit hunting in the Saxon forest.

And this place has exceeded the scope specified by the Marquis of Laliberta, and if it were hunters in the surrounding tribes, it would be impossible to violate that order.

"Hunting, but more precisely, revenge. I formed a tribal alliance to protect the tribe. Now a dragon attacked the tribes in the alliance. I was asked by the tribe to conquer the dragon."

Webert's expression moved.

He has heard of the Tribal Alliance.

At that time, he was crazy about the tribes around him, and it seemed that he could be protected by joining the alliance. But Webert's father did not choose to believe in this statement, but he believed more about his own power. People are always selfish, and this alliance that maintains others must have an unknown purpose.

Webert also thinks so, but compared to his ignorant father, he and his playmates often use this as a pastime for their playmates.

Webert remembers that the leader of that alliance seemed to be named Narnia.

"Are you the leader of the alliance?" he said in surprise.

"Have you heard of the alliance I formed?" Narnia showed a happy look and wanted to come over with excitement.

The guards around blocked his approach.

But this enthusiasm came.

From this enthusiasm, what Webert felt was unreliable.

"Uh... I've heard of it." Webert replied.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't help but be excited when I heard that others had heard of the tribal alliance."

Narnia scratched her head and explained.

This is the message that a eager fool? Webert felt.

Such a person is not bad as a friend, but as a companion, it will inevitably cause trouble.

"I will inform the Marquis of Laliberta about you," said Webert.

"Marquis of Laliberta?" Narnia seemed to have no idea of ​​the name, and he showed a confused look.

"This is the territory of the Marquis of Laliberta, the Saxon Forest."

"Is this aristocratic territory?" Narnia slowly came over and patted his head and said, "But you shouldn't have to tell the Marquis of Laliberta about this, I'm leaving soon."

"You're not hunting..."

A huge dragon roar came overwhelmingly.

The trembling voice made Webert's knees tremble.

People are always small in front of dragons.

Even the roar can make people feel the fear recorded in their bloodline.

A giant dragon over 100 meters appeared in the sky.

The guards felt a powerful aura from him. Such an aura meant that this dragon had at least the bloodline of the ancient dragon species, and such a dragon was fatal to the guards.

However, to their surprise, the dragon said something that shocked them to Narnia.

"You guy, you have been chasing me for three days! Don't go too far!" the dragon roared.

"Did you hear that? This guy chased this dragon for three days?"

"I suspect I heard it wrong, but judging from your reactions, this... seems to be true."

"He should be driving the dragon."

Many guards threw themselves into Narnia's eyes, revealing fear.

The same is true for the guards responsible for protecting Webert. Such dragons are at the peak even at the level of the ancient dragon species, and they cannot compete with each other. What they do is to delay time. However, judging from the dragon's reaction, this young guy brought him fear, so that he wanted to escape.

If the dragon is not far from irresistible, it will not make an escape move. Some races of dragons will even choose to fight to the death.

"For three days, this time is almost enough for you to repay your behavior of slaughtering the tribe. But you should be glad that every time I chase you, I need to deliberately slow down, which is also a torture for me."

The subtext of this sentence is that he can stop this giant dragon at any time.

He was allowed to escape for three days, just to revenge his behavior of slaughtering tribes and to let him feel the feeling of fear.

Webert looked at Narnia in surprise.

He never thought that this childish man would be so arrogant.

Should you have strong confidence or aimless?

He could no longer make a judgment at this moment.

"Are you fake?" Someone questioned.

"Will letting the dragon feel fear affect his judgment?" Some people understand it as a tactic.

In this case, for the arrogant dragon, it is... irony.

"Don't be too arrogant..." The dragon let out a proud dragon roar and waved its raised claws fiercely.

Narnia moved.

He lifted the book with his left hand and threw a spear with his right hand.

The seemingly random behavior has achieved unimaginable results.
Chapter completed!