35.
Frius's resilience was so amazing that I even thought "I'm really worried about this guy".
When I woke up the next morning, Frius' horrific wound had scabbed over.
On the third day, the old man was able to fly me around freely again.
The fact that we occupied the Cavendish territory and the other two territories bordered Cavendish, and the lord, who had always been a tripartite, began to feel uneasy. The intelligence personnel sent back news that they even planned to temporarily join forces to destroy me. .
The two lords each have two senior magicians under their command, and their combined strength should not be underestimated. When I heard about it, I couldn't help but get worried.
Frius slapped the ground with his tail and followed me along the seashore step by step, raising large tracts of gravel with every step he took.
He asked me, "What are you worrying about?"
I hesitated, but I told Frius about the current situation.
As expected, Frius still looked dismissive: "Fight if I fight, am I still afraid of them?"
I don't know Frius' identity, his origin, or his past experiences. I don't know much about the dragon race. I only know that Frius doesn't take everything seriously, as if I All the problems he faced were trivial in his eyes - but he was injured last time.
I have never heard that the black dragon of Lord Ansai's family has been as arrogant as his old man - that is a strong-aged dragon with rich experience and a reputation in the entire Vanas continent. Compared with others, Frius is probably just a newcomer young people in society.
I was annoyed at his attitude of underestimating the enemy, but I didn't know what to say.
"Frius!" I could only call his name, looking up at him.
"What? You don't believe in my ability?" Frius put his lower kiss on my forehead lightly, and his cold breath messed up the hair that Anna had neatly arranged for me.
"Alf..." I let out a soft breath, I think he understood what I meant.
In the end, Frius still had a lazy and indifferent attitude.
There was even a rare smile in his voice, and he said, "Don't worry, but the magic spar collected will belong to me."
Of course, the support magician must provide them with magic spar, so a large number of magic spar can be found from each magic tower. Those confiscated in the Cavendish territory have long been swaggeringly occupied by Frius, and no one in my territory has dared to snatch anything from Frius.
This must be because everyone knows that I pet him, I think, my fault, not to blame Frius.
36.
This battle can be said to be a near miss. As if he was deliberately proving how strong he was, Frius always rushed to the front with high spirits and used several large ice spells one after another.
Andy stood with me as the commander and didn't lead the troops to the front line. He looked at the figure of Frius like me and murmured softly: "This guy is stronger than when he first played Monka. Much better."
This is not an illusion. I watched helplessly as Frius froze half of the city with a roar of ice.
I remembered that Frius told me about going out to play when he was a teenager. He happened to encounter a city lord who bought and sold dragon eggs as pets without permission. There are still good people among them, and the fault of that city lord should not be shouldered by the whole city.
I didn't get into it at the time, I just assumed that there was always an element of exaggeration in the story, and Frius was just boasting. Now that I think about what Frius said is true, it should be no problem to freeze a city in one breath when he was in his prime.
37.
After the war, Frius ran back to his small vault with the magic spar that belonged to him on his back, and then did not come out for three days in a row.
I'm really worried about him, and I'll go to his vault for a walk if I have something to do.
On the evening of the third day, the door to the small vault finally opened.
Reflecting the setting sun, walking out was a dragon I almost didn’t know—his neck was slender and powerful, his icy blue eyes were indifferent and cold, and his body was covered with scales of the same color as his eyes—that was Pure and luxurious ice blue, even exudes a cool silver radiance from the inside out, like the fresh snow reflected in the Keith Mountains.
He spread his wings, fluttered and flew, the huge wings covered the sky, and the silhouette was like an ancient dragon-shaped totem.
I tilted my neck and stared blankly at him soaring in the sky. Suddenly, he suddenly swooped down, picked me up and threw it on his back, soaring straight into the sky again.
"Frius." I habitually wrapped my arms around his neck and called to him, "If you keep doing this, I will be scared to death by you sooner or later."
Frius hummed.
I always feel that he hums a lot louder today than he used to be smart and confident.
The author has something to say: Short stories are better to write, but I'm in a bad mood recently, and this one is warmer, so I want to write about the little angel lord and his Afo to ease my mood first. Did not forget the goddess and the queen.