"My Excellency Yoll?"

Alari keenly grabbed the tone of what Anyar mentioned to Jor.

Your title is a respectful title, but in Allari's impression, this unknown creature who calls himself another self gives him the impression of being "irrespectful".

He was not bound by etiquette and laws in human society. Killing and cruelty were sparse and ordinary in his mouth, and his arrogance and unreasonable impressed him. But now such creatures call a dragon with respect. Either there was something wrong with the creature's mind, or the dragon was so strong that it could restrain him.

Obviously, the latter is more likely.

Allari learned a lot of information from the iron shelf called "Mobile Phone" he obtained.

With the existence of "Dragon Talk", there is no so-called real-name relationship, more and more remarks appear on it, and naturally there are more and more information about Yor. Alari is not sure how credible these messages are, but at least from the information I learned, Yor is called the Demon Dragon. If the source of this power comes from Dakob, then I think there is some connection between Dakob and Yor.

"That's a powerful dragon, don't mess with him." Anyar warned without any concealment.

Allari did not express it.

But just as he was communicating with Anyar through his ideas, Earl Ors came to him, lowered his voice and asked, "What's going on?"

The green gas came toward the town of Columbia.

Allari smiled bitterly, "Sir, I'm here."

The brief words explained that he could not have done anything to betrayal.

Ors nodded. He did not doubt Alari's words. The walls of Columbia were engraved with magic barriers by mages from the imperial capital.

Teleportation magic cannot be set in the city, and under this situation, Alari, who does not have a dragon, cannot escape at the speed of the spread of these green gases.

The guardian dragon of the family is right beside him, so it is not difficult to escape.

But it is impossible to ensure the death of everyone in the town, which is Ors' biggest concern.

His original intention was to prepare to activate the magic barrier in the town of Columb.

But Yoer's arrival broke his idea. He did not think that a powerful demon dragon would not even break through the magic barrier.

Their whispers were noticed.

"Earl Ors, what's going on? This thing doesn't look elegant."

There are members of Brass Tree talking about.

From his words, it was obvious that these green gases were linked to the sound of the bells, and then they used the words of Count Ors to refute them.

"This looks like the gas blowing from the undead legion, I think... this is definitely not a safe thing."

Earl Ors warned righteously, as if none of these things had anything to do with them.

The members of the Brass Tree did not delve into it, while the members of the third team noticed what Ors said.

"The Undead Legion, the recitation of the dragon name about that dragon is still going on, and... the dragon is here now. Could it be that the Undead Legion will have an abnormality?"

"Now is not the time to trace the source. For the safety of the residents of Cologne, please lend a helping hand." Earl of Ors asked, his words were sincere.

The members of the third team did not doubt the sincerity of Count Ors. Judging from their appearance, they could not imagine that this noble Count, who looked kind, planned to kill everyone in the town a moment ago.

And in the face of Count Ors' request, they had no reason to refuse.

Most of the people recruited by Sidney into the team were people with similar personalities to him. In other words, they all contained a sense of justice and were naturally obliged to face the matter of saving the people.

"The best magic to solve gas is wind magic. Use wind magic to fight quickly."

Under the interference of magic, the violent wind formed a storm swept towards the sweeping green gas, and the effect brought was also very significant.

But just as he showed his relaxed posture, green gas swept over again.

Everyone's expressions changed.

"It's the breath of magic! This gas is man-made, and someone is using magic to control them."

"What a damn guy! What a crazy guy, what purpose are they manipulating these gases?"

Earl of Ors condemned at the right time, and his gesture was like a lord who was worried about the safety of his subjects. Obviously, even the members of the Brass Tree who had not believed in Ors had doubts. Could it be that it was not him? Because he showed that his anger towards these gas releasers was not fake.

The gradually approaching gas makes people unable to think extra.

"Continue to drive away with the wind magic?"

This statement was denied by the companions.

“Understanding the enemy is not the right way to abuse magic.”

The members of the third team were carefully selected. They had a lot of experience in combat, and even their magic was not inferior to some mages who specialized in magic cultivation. However, it was absolutely not a wise act to use magic randomly without knowing the number and strength of the enemies.

"Anyway, let's see what's going on."

After everyone made a decision, the gas quickly spread.

The first thing that came into contact with the green breath was the guards guarding the outside. When they were touched, their bodies began to turn black and rot. The unknown will always be the source of fear. Even the captain in charge of the commander fell into fear and retreated, the soldiers began to retreat without any thought of resisting.

"Is this thing... Could it be that the evil believers made it?"

The third member had coldness and anger on his face.

"What should be done now is not to discuss these things. In short, it is not time to take into account magic. Dispel this thing, otherwise the gathered people will be terrible."

The members of the Brass Tree reminded the group of warlike and turbulent guys, and looked at Count Ors.

The events he held undoubtedly brought people from all over the town to this area.

The existence of the elderly and children has also taken more time and effort to evacuate.

They are engaged in intelligence work and do not think that these are all luck.

"Hey, this is really rare... Such a huge scene should be sold for a good price."

A sudden sound came from the edge of the city wall. Ranfrik stood on top at some point. He was holding a video stone in his hand, facing the gas spreading from outside.

"Barrick Ranfrik?"

The members of the Brass Tree were silent, but they carefully observed Ranfrik's actions. Some even made the same move as Ranfrik and took out the video stone to record Ranfrik's every move.

Unlike the members of Brass Tree, members of the third team with a sense of justice issued condemnation and questioning.

"Did you make the gas this time?"

"What a hateful guy, disasters are spreading everywhere. What are you going to do?"

Ranfrik obviously didn't care about these insults. He held a bottle of wine firmly in his left hand, shaking the bottle like the red wine that was about to wake up. His elegant movements seemed to be his physical instinct.

"I haven't done anything like this. I'm just making more income."

Ranfrik said, placing the bottle gently on the edge and taking out a "cell phone" from his pocket.

"Isn't there a reward for points redemption here?"

Ranfrik's words surprised everyone.

Almost at the same time, items called mobile phones were taken out.

As a mobile phone sold by Duke Avalon and the participation of the Magic Dragon Yoll, both in investigation and research, has great value.

"It's true. There is something extra for redemption in Longtan, and there is a point store next to it.

"You can get a certain amount of points when speaking or posting, and points can be used to purchase magic from the second to seventh levels. From the price point of view, magic from the second level is the most expensive and should be the most precious." Ranfrik explained in time.

"Second to seventh level?"

"Hiss! Magic classified as ancient level is only in the fourth level? So how precious is magic in the second level?"

Everyone's style was suddenly deviated.

The situation that should have been blamed by Ranfrik, silently became a situation of asking him for advice.

The members of the third team who used the wind magic to drive out the gas. They also had the mobile phones, but they had no spare time to check it out.

"You members of the intelligence agency cannot help! Now, when is it still thinking about unnecessary things, and quickly use your exploration ability and magic to find the blessed magic power at the enemy's position on these gases!"

"By the way, you guys should continue. I will take your videos. When posting on your phone, it should attract a lot of traffic and earn a lot of points." Ranfrik said, sitting at the edge of the city wall, picking up the wine bottle with one hand while filling the wine, while continuing to shoot with the video stone.

Just as everyone reacted, Count Ors also took action.

He jumped to the guardian dragon at some point and planned to drive the dragon away.

The aristocrats' "escape" behavior did not surprise everyone. There were not many aristocrats who really dared to put themselves in danger.

But at this moment, a dark spear condensed by dark elements penetrated directly through the dragon, and Earl Ors fell from it. The members of the third team divided a soft wind to rescue him when using the wind magic. But the guardian dragon was not so pregnant, and he was nailed to the city wall.

"The guardian dragon...the guardian dragon of the family is all over!" Ors lay on the edge of the wall, looking at the guardian dragon of the family in shock, screaming in pain.

For the nobles, the greatest foundation is the guardian dragon.

A family that loses its foundation means that it cannot intimidate other families, and also means the decline of the family.

Ors could accept the destruction of the town of Coren, but he could not accept this situation.

"Huh, the power of the magic dragon Dakob is really spectacular," said Ranfrik.

"You mean...is this what the people who inherited the power of the Magic Dragon Dakob do?"

The information revealed long ago, and even Captain Sidney mentioned that the power chosen by the Magic Dragon Dakob would try every means to destroy the town. Isn’t this confirming this at this moment?

The members of the third team were still struggling to maintain it. Suddenly, someone rushed out of the green gas under the protection of the magic shield. Not only one, but in groups. Every noble in gorgeous clothes drove a dragon to the town. The moment they arrived, what they did was not anything else, but... let the dragon they controlled spit out the dragon breath with the code of death and disaster.
To be continued...