Chapter 260: Burning Breath

In the end, Roland had no choice but to treat Smurf as a large radar. Roland held the shrunken Smurf in his arms and walked slowly on the edge of the cliff.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Roland looked at Smurf's casual appearance and felt that it was unreliable.

"What else? Your Majesty, the great king who sets up a stall! I just use my mental power to detect the location of the Balrog! Do you understand mental power? Just reach out with your mind!" The Smurf Elf was deeply stimulated by Roland's suspicious eyes. , since when can the proud dragon clan be doubted by weak "ants" like humans?

"Um...is that so?" In Roland's impression, shouldn't he chant a spell very seriously and then use magic materials to form an array in this situation? Why is it so easy to get to the Dragon Clan? Roland couldn't help but look at Smurf a few more times.

"Hey! Don't compare me with the weak mental power of your human mages, okay? I'm a dragon! Elf dragon! The dragon clan is famous for its elemental abilities! These operations are just my instinct! Understand!" Smurf Elf There was deep disdain in his dragon eyes. After all, the total spiritual power of the elf dragon from birth was not comparable to that of a sixth-level human sage! Dragons are the beloved of the Creator! The Elf Dragon is the favorite of the Dragon Clan! The natural elementalists make the elf dragons have strong fighting power at an early age, but the corresponding creator gave them power while also making their population scarce! Especially after the days of alliance between dragons and elves, the giant dragons returned to Dragon Island to live in peace with the world, and the elven dragons also found it difficult to reproduce because they did not have the power of the elven magic well...

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! You continue!" Roland gave in decisively. Although the elf dragon recognized the empire in the memory given by the system, it did not mean that the dragon nature was eradicated! The Dragon Clan has the pride of the Dragon Clan. For the dragons, they have an equal dialogue with any intelligent race. Any race that wants to enslave the Dragon Clan against the wishes of the Dragon Clan has already paid the price in blood! Roland naturally didn't want to provoke Smurf and get beaten up. Although it was a bit embarrassing...but he really couldn't beat him.

"Move forward! There is no response here... there are so many holes! Are these dwarfs mice? A whole mountain has been hollowed out... How can I find so many horns and nooks and crannies!" The melancholy dragon clan helplessly hugged it with its paws. Looking at her little face, her eyes filled with lovelessness...

"You haven't gained anything yet?" Roland asked curiously.

"Harvest? Yes! Do you want me to mark the veins I found for you? There is a lot of gold in it! Do you want to send someone to mine it?" The Smurf rolled his eyes at Roland angrily.

"This is the territory of the dwarves..." Roland pouted, this arrogant little female dragon will dig a hole for herself! Ore veins? Return gold? Let's not talk about whether it is reasonable to mine the dwarf's mineral veins. The key point is, can anyone mine this thing?

"What? How much ambition do the descendants of the Raglan royal family have now? Isn't it just a matter of snatching them away? Capture all those dwarves and mine them for you!" The Smurf opened his mouth.

"Oh my god...are all of you dragons militants?" Roland complained, listen! Listen! What are these words to encourage your own king to take action against his allies? No matter how perverted his demands for territory and wealth are, he wouldn't go out of his way to attack the dwarves!

"Hee hee hee!" The Smurf, who had successfully got Roland's mentality, said he was very happy.

"Huh?" Suddenly the Smurf's long and narrow eyes widened violently. Just when Roland thought it was his illusion, the Smurf in his arms suddenly broke away with force and flew quietly in mid-air.

"You can fly! Why don't you let me hold you for a long time?" Roland looked at the elf dragon flapping its wings gracefully in the air, and suddenly felt that he had been internally injured.

"Something's wrong here!" The Smurf ignored Roland, but flew to the edge of the cliff where Roland had just walked and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What did you find?" Roland looked at Smurf's movements and immediately stopped smiling and became serious.

"Is it the foot?" Ormsk quietly pressed the hilt of the sword.

"Gudu!" Balin clenched his battle ax with some fear, leaving a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Kardo! Wear armor!" Kaslo said concisely and comprehensively. Suddenly, a layer of dragon armor made of alloy appeared on the body of the storm dragon. This is a small stove specially opened by Yun Feng for Kaslo. The dragon armor with its own inscriptions can be used at any time. You can put it away and wear it at any time! If it weren't for Roland's miscellaneous items, Yun Feng might not be able to do it.

"Hmph!" Kaldor snorted slightly, the fighting spirit in his eyes becoming more and more fierce.

"It's okay, it's just the scent of the Balrog here!" Smurf Elf couldn't help but said awkwardly as he looked at the people who were waiting for him.

"..." Ormsk quietly let go of the hand holding the sword hilt.

"Huh..." Balin let out a long breath and felt a little disappointed at the same time.

"Smurf... can you please stop talking and gasping next time..." Roland's eyes twitched fiercely for a few times. After thinking about the gap in combat power between the two, Roland decisively gave up the idea of ​​educating Smurf.

"Hmm... who knows? Why are you so nervous?" Smurf looked at everyone suspiciously. She found that everyone was looking at her with unkind expressions, including her own race, the storm dragon - Kaldor. At this moment Kaldor was playing with cutting rocks with his sharp dragon claws, and kept staring at the Smurf with unkind eyes.

"Auntie... I'm begging you! Thousands of people are waiting for you! The army can't be wasted here!" Roland has two heads and one head. After all, it's okay to have a arrogant and a little rebellious little female dragon. , the key is that she is often absent from work! No! I got sleepy after only flying a few steps! I found a clean place and closed my eyes to rest.

"But I'm so tired..." The Smurf looked at Roland pitifully. He was just a weak baby elf dragon! You are illegally employing child labor! The kind that doesn’t give you a salary! Those star-studded dragon eyes seemed to be able to speak, which made Roland feel soft-hearted. After all, she was still a child. Was he too harsh on her?

Just when Roland was thinking a little self-blame, the ground suddenly shook a few times. Roland was confused for a moment, what? earthquake?

"The smell of sulfur! It's those Morgoth lackeys in the abyss magma!" Kaldor bared his sharp dragon teeth, and his dragon claws also bent slightly! (Dog: Prime Minister, I have not offended any of you...)

"The Balrog has woken up! The good news is that the dragon's power seems to have worked! The bad news is that the Balrog did not hurt the origin as we predicted!" Kasluo smiled bitterly. When it hides again, it shows that it dares to demonstrate like a dragon! When a creature dares to demonstrate against a real dragon, it means that he must be strong enough to defeat the dragon...obviously! Balrog is such an existence.

"Ang!" Kaldor's giant wings suddenly opened. Under the support of the skin frame, it can be clearly felt that Kaldor's wings are enough to cover the sky and the sun! He opened his big mouth, and the majestic dragon roars spread to the bottom of the valley one after another...