We Live in Dragon’s Peak

It was a bright red, giant flying dragon with four wings, large and small.

"What are you doing, you tyrant, run!

The chicken dragon, who stared into the sky and cautioned me, also fled at a glance.

Fei Long, called a tyrant, swirled over the sky, with sharp claws and plummeting down.

Don't, it's dangerous!

I also rush into the jungle.

Immediately afterwards, with the tremendous sounds and roaring noises, the land where we were until now was decided.

Several chicken dragons who missed escape were sacrificed for sharp nails.

The tyrant, who chooses the land with a clashing momentum, quickly soars and swirls again over the sky.

It was terrible power.

Only one attack has transformed the land into a desolate wasteland.

The tyrant has a chicken dragon hooked to his fingernails.

I threw up in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Slowly swirling tyrants over the sky.

The red scales lit up in the sunset and glowed spookily.

"Run, run, run"

The chicken dragons, who have managed to escape into the groves, are desperately trying to hide in the shadows.

I run away, too, but I don't see a place where I can hide.

Miscellaneous trees have poor branches and can be seen everywhere they run from the sky.

You must be seeing this one over there, just as I can constantly see the tyrant.

The tyrant stops swirling once and rises.

And put on the acceleration and plummet.

The same number of sharp eyes as the wings captured a chicken dragon fleeing on the ground.

I wasn't targeted. [M] I'm relieved for a moment, but there are many chicken dragons ahead of the tyrant's sudden descent.

In time!

I tied the line over the chicken dragon with a rushing dragon technique.

The dull, dry sound of a heavy pot pounding cracked rips the atmosphere. Shortly after that, the earth blew away the vibrations and explosions sounded.

My kingdom was of no use at all.

Many chicken dragons were sacrificed by the terrible claws and jaws of tyrants.

Tyrants soar again.

I was wary of a giant flying dragon dancing gently in the sky like a little bird.

Tyrants rising high in the sky also throw away chicken dragons caught between their claws and in their jaws.

Fear fades, and I get angry with two.

He's playing!

Tyrants aren't attacking chicken dragons to fill their bellies.

I'm just killing and playing.

How awful.

If you attacked the chicken dragon's nest to live for a meal, I might still be convinced.

But he's not.

I find pleasure in abusing and humiliating the weak.

Now the tyrant never strikes continuously, but deliberately swirls gracefully to show off his sharp fangs and claws to the runaway chicken dragons.

No matter how ferocious the dragon was, I learned more anger than fear from a tyrant who risked his life.

'Stop it, it's no use doing anything. He's a notorious tyrant among the Feilongs. "

A large chicken dragon leading the herd prompts me to flee.

"If he targets you, the only way to escape is by now."

He stared sadly at his fellow chicken dragon fleeing in the miscellaneous woods, and a large chicken dragon also fled.

The weak can only be frightened by the strong.

I know that very well.

Even I see tyrants swirling in the air and I'm afraid.

But there's nothing so unreasonable about just running away from me.

I'm not convinced you're going to lose your life.

"Ares, I wonder if I'm reckless"

Ask Ares, a rare, nervous face.

Ares looks up to me.

"I'll hold it for you. So now you should do what you think."

He said and smiled at me.

"Sorry, and thanks"

Even if I decide to do something, I end up having to rely on someone, weak me.

But now, I still wanted to do something about this situation.

"Please, Ares, help the chicken dragon escape."

I draw the attention of tyrants in the meantime.

I don't think it's a big deal to win. I'm not even thinking about being unscrupulous about paying you off with one arrow.

I just need to buy some time.

There's just enough time for the chicken dragons to hide themselves in the prosperity behind the jungle.

In response to my intentions, Ares moved into action first.

"Forest, tree, hear my voice. Protect. Protect."

Not the usual young voice. In a majestic, well-traveled voice, Ares commanded the trees of the forest.

Spread your hands and Ares, who floated just a little in space, shines gently in gold.

Then the grove trees moved.

We intertwine each other's branches as if they were also wills, creating deep branch shadows and blocking prospects from the sky.

Next, the wooden knife of the spirit tree vibrated out small.

Then a fresh green leaf sprinkled on one side of the perimeter, and a deep green mist broke out.

Wow! Not if you're impressed.

The tyrant senses an aberration on the ground, staring Ares from the sky, who emits a golden light that can be seen as the source.

"I'm your opponent."

I rushed out with the utmost dragon temper. [M]

Tyrants pay more attention to me with an explosively swollen dragon than Ares, who emits golden light.

I finished my dragon art while running. [M]

Dragon spears mimicking sharp winged dragons.

With the tail part, I fired a dragon spear at the tyrant with momentum.

Dragon spears flying at high speeds.

But the tyrant flipped himself gently over, falling sharply toward me without letting his hair in.

Four horrible eyes capture me.

A sharp nail approaching your eyes in an instant.

I managed to make a spatial leap on the brink and dodged it.

The tyrant clashes hard on the ground and dirt and sand erupts.

A terrible vibration disfigured me.

Soot smoke dances.

Combined with the leaf storm created by the Spirit Tree and the deep green fog, it has poor vision.

But I did not lose sight of the tyrant.

And the tyrants hadn't lost sight of me again.

Behind a deep green mist, four bright red eyes glow.

The shadow of his face moved, and from his mouth he could see the swings of the flame glowing in a burning colour.

Coming!

Shortly before the tyrant emitted the flamethrowing, I made another spatial leap.

"but ahhhhhh"

With the flamethrowing, the screams of tyrants echoed.

The tyrant caught his guard.

He insulted the people and opposed me without flying. [M]

I caught the gap and jumped into the tyrant's pocket.

And stabbed the white sword deep into the bosom of the tyrant.

The power of the White Sword of the Dragon Killer attribute demonstrates tremendous power to tyrants.

Easily pierced the tyrant's hard and thick scales.

I wield my white sword with all my eyes.

"but ahhhh"

The tyrant screamed again, flying like a panic and fleeing to the sky.

I am flown by a blast of wings. [M]

Rolling through the desolate land, he managed to regain his posture and look up at the tyrant above.

"How dare you! A Per Person Minute

Tyrants give angry growls.

But his breasts were slashed by me, and he sent blood down upon the earth like rain.

"Wow, wow."

Ares is happy to jump.

But I observed the tyrant's movements in the sky without alarm.

The Chicken Dragons are finishing their crude evacuation.

I don't need to fight any more.

It would be best if the tyrants would leave.

But the angry tyrant wrapped the flames of the Red Lotus all over his body, and he fell with me.

I calmly drew tyrants and dodged them with a spatial leap.

A tyrant that goes far in an instant.

Evaded. Shortly after I thought, the tyrant's eyes caught me.

Shit.

I will do everything in my power to develop a defensive junction.

The wooden knife of the spirit tree trembles and Ares screams.

The fierce claws of the tyrant who was supposed to have dodged me in an instant.

Heavy shock struck me.

My vision is sumptuous in a dull, heavy shake I've never felt before.

But I felt a definite response at the same time.

"Oh, well."

I was sticking my white sword in the palm of a tyrant who swung through with horrible momentum.

And my defensive junction, the junction of the Spirit Tree. And Ares' marriage managed to keep me safe.

"You hateful people"

The tyrant stares at me with a white sword in his hand.

And he closed his hands trying to crush me.

"Whoa."

The white sword did not fall out.

I couldn't let go of my white sword or make a spatial leap, and I was about to be crushed by a tyrant and screamed.

Dragon Qi, desperately bound and enduring.

Sounds like a ripple of pottery shoots me down in terror.

"Ha, ha."

Tyrants quickly perceived signs that Ares was going to use spirituality and flew.

Hold on to me.

"Crush it. It will crush you to pieces with its abominable sword."

I desperately fought my resentful gaze.

'Resist in vain and taste the pain forever. And waiting for you is a death deeply sunk in fear. "

And the tyrant went up high, and flew away from the land where the hen dragon's nest was.

Chicken dragon nest on the ground and there, moving further and further away.

I was so desperate to avoid being gripped, I was afraid of where the hell I was going to take you.

The white sword remains stabbed in the palm of the tyrant, pulling or pressing it will not move.

And while the tyrant tried to crush me, he kept flying towards me somewhere.

Over several mountains.

I continue to resist being crushed, feeling the dragon's qi draining away.

Just resist, you can't fight back.

If the tyrant dumps me now, I'll be freed from the tyrant, but I'll fall straight to the ground and die.

I asked for an opportunity to escape in the hands of a tyrant.

Tyrants cross several more mountains.

"Ha."

The tyrant barked.

And my dragon-hearted senses the confused signs of tyrants.

The question quickly became clear why the tyrant, who was supposed to have absolute advantage, was bewildered.

Mountains ahead for tyrants. Several muscles of black smoke were rising from its middle belly.

"My address! What's the matter? '

The tyrant's perplexity deepens.

I saw a tyrant approaching the middle of a mountain raising black smoke.

The carcasses of a group of flying dragons have been burned black without misery.