Dragon Who Controls Time

nine out of ten adventurers who have recently come to leaf Forest Town are here to hunt Dragons.

Someone said with a sigh of relief.

Some time ago.

The two young dragons flew over leaf Forest Town and landed in the nearby Needle Mountain range. Many people saw it with their own eyes. After the news spread, it attracted many Dragon Hunters, making the border town a lot more lively. Angele and the others were one of them.

"I, I know a little."

One of the customers said weakly.

I happened to be picking herbs in the needle Mountain range and saw two dragons flying over my head. They stopped around the gore peak, but I'm not sure of their exact location.

"Goll peak?"

Angele's tone was heavy.

it's one of the taller and weirdly shaped peaks in the malevolent mountain range. We often enter the mountains to pick potions, so we use it as a landmark to determine our location.

The stooped, short man with a few yellow teeth when he smiled obsequiously explained.

very good, lucky one. You have the right to live.

Angele's words made everyone's expression change as he reached out his hand.

The short herb gatherer, who was a few meters away from him, looked terrified. He felt an invisible suction force, and his entire body was sucked in uncontrollably. Then, he was caught by the dark paladin and lifted up like a chick.

At the same time.

The warrior who first asked Angele about the purpose of the attack pulled out his steel greatsword, counterattacked, and turned around to leave.

Whoosh!

An arrow pierced through his heart and nailed him to the wall behind him. He trembled slightly, and Scarlet blood dripped from his body.

The tavern was suddenly in chaos. The customers pushed and shoved each other in fear, trying to get away from these believers of the evil god and ask for help from the Kingdom's Garrison outside the town.

"My Lord Bann, may you feel a moment of joy in the feast of blood and violence."

As he spoke, the dark paladin waved his arm.

Chi Chi Chi!

Streaks of black sword Qi appeared out of thin air and swept in all directions like a hurricane. The bodies of the surrounding customers were cut open as if they were wheat being harvested. For a time, blood and severed limbs were everywhere.

The strong mercilessly massacred the weak.

This was one of the ways that the believers of the God of tyranny used to please this God.

In addition, it was also easier for the God of tyranny to be pleased by offering powerful creatures as sacrifices and bestow powerful divine spells.

Dragons were top-level magical creatures, so they were naturally the best offerings.

Therefore, when they heard that there was news of a young dragon, Ange and the others immediately followed him. A true dragon that had yet to reach adulthood was just the type of Dragon that they could deal with. Using a Dragon as a sacrifice was enough to please the God of tyranny.

Planet Francis was also one of the battlefields of the War of Glory in the past, and the Dragon race's reputation was now very amazing.

However, the value that Dragons could bring was too great, and there were still many bold people who dared to form teams to kill Dragons when they found an opportunity.

Immediately, the spellcaster constructed a magic flame and set the entire Tavern on fire.

Surrounded by flames and bones, the dark paladin and the others quickly disappeared while holding the herb gatherer, whose face was distorted with fear.

By the time the residents of leaf forest realized that something was wrong and called for the royal guards to come, only the remains of the tavern were left. It had been burned to ashes and had a strange, pungent burnt smell.

​ After a period of time.

Next to a stream in the mountain range.

Under the cover of the lush forest leaves, shadows were everywhere.

Kachaa!

A dead branch was broken.

The dark paladin raised his head and looked at the tall mountain that was much higher than the other mountains. "This is Goll peak?"

He asked the herb gatherer who was being held by him like a little chick.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

my Lord, I've brought you to Gorl peak and given you the information you wanted. I don't need any reward, but please spare my life. God above, I still have an 80-year-old mother and a baby at home who need to be fed. They need me.

"I don't want to die yet,"

The herb gatherer cried bitterly and begged for mercy.

"Pitiful weaklings, do not cry."

Angele said in a gentle voice.

The herb gatherer was overjoyed, thinking that the other party would not kill him.

"May the King of Darkness strip you of your weakness and fear."

&Nbsp; crack.

As if he was stepping on a dead branch, Angele easily broke the man's neck and threw him into the stream without even looking at him.

The God of tyranny's teachings included the unlimited control over the weak and the ability to do whatever he wanted. As a Dark Paladin, Angor had received six years of training in a secret temple of the God of tyranny. He had to listen to the teachings of the God of tyranny and train his body and mind.

Such a loyal believer of the God of tyranny would naturally not show any mercy to the weak.

In their minds, the strong naturally had the right and duty to control the weak.

The weak could only obey.

"Lucas, check if there are any Traces of a Dragon here."

The dark paladin looked at the caster.

The spellcaster named Lucas nodded, and then whispered an incantation to construct a spell.

Soon, his eyes glowed with a dark light as he looked at Golder peak.

With just a glance, the spell caster retracted his gaze and said in a delighted tone, " there's an extremely dense Dragon-type spiritual light here. From the brightness, they're all immature Dragons who have just entered the youth stage.

the traces they left behind are very clear. They clearly don't have much experience in outside operations.

"It's a piece of cake for us to deal with such a young dragon."