265.Chapter 265 – Imported Shit Stirrer

Chapter 265 – Imported Shit Stirrer
This most special winter feast of the human world had finally come to an end, just like David’s Dragon Breath fireworks always had a moment to burn out.

It was only a pity that Davy, who had just recovered his energy, found that his ambition to have another pandemonium had fallen through.

It’s not that Nymphadora and the others have the human concept of worldly shame, it’s purely because the rutting period is over.

And unlike humans: it’s not that humans don’t have estrus, but they’ve evolved into a perverted species that is in heat every day of the year, 365 days a year.

It’s hard to get the five-colored dragon’s estrus period together again.

David felt sorry for this, but did not force it.

Although it can be guided by the slow heat, in case the three dragon children bumped in to see it would not be good, David still want to face.

Without the desire to drive, naturally, as holy as Buddha, back to the main topic of their trip.

After listening to David’s battlefield intervention against the high elves, Nymphadora did not rush to answer, but will be their own now compared to David to even seem small body snuggled in David’s side.

Like two big cats huddling together for warmth, she tucked in her paws and slightly narrowed the pupils of her eyes as she asked:

“I remember you once told me that you and Lord Attilicia had used the method of carving a teleportation array on an item in order to get the Hundred Years Incense Seed to become thieves?”

“That’s true.” As soon as he recalled the ridiculous things he had done with his dragon father when he was still a young dragon, his face couldn’t help but show reminiscent smile lines.

‘So many years have passed since I came to this world.’

He just still didn’t quite understand how this was too related to dealing with the endless attacks by the High Elves.

He saw that Nymphadora also followed with a somewhat ‘unkind’ smile and said, “I think that we can completely do a ‘hundred years of fragrant seeds’.”

“Oh?” David, who had finally realized Nymphadora’s intentions, saw his pupils light up.

Yes, what these High Elves are doing nowadays is not too different from thieves.

Especially due to the volcanic ash natural disaster caused by Dragon Mother Pavla, even though the weather and climate have long since returned to normal, the desire for food is deeply rooted in all races, including the High Elves.

Coupled with the existence of magic items such as the [Portable Cave], the most likely thing that these elves will do when looting supplies is not to burn them on the spot, but to find a way to transfer these battlefield supplies.

And this kind of thing is not uncommon, put next door to the blue star, all kinds of aid small hair of the weapons strayed to the middle east black market news is also endless.

In short, it’s all business.

Especially for the high elves who are in the old continent Scannus besieging the eight peaks of the mountain fortress to fight a positional war.

These things are in desperate need.

Where would you want to destroy them.

Only to whirl around and say with some regret:

“But this tactic can only be used once ah.” It is difficult to eliminate the roots.

Because this kind of tactic but as long as revealed once, the high elves will immediately alert, so as to make two choices:

Either simply forced to give up the looted war materials.

Either increase the caster’s inspection and screening of the looted materials.

And to the nature of the high elves, they both implement at the same time is more likely, that is, selectively give up part of the high-value materials for screening.

“Once, it will be enough, they, but High Elves, especially nowadays, the leader, is also the Elf Queen Alashea from the island of Toriel’s Eternal Gathering.”

“What is there to say?” David suddenly realized that he still didn’t understand this contradictory creature like the elves that much compared to Nymphadora, the green dragon who was the natural enemy of the elves.

“Have you heard of the Harpist organization?” Nymphadora asked.

“The Harpists? Old friends.” David was instantly amused.

Davey had more than heard of them; there were at least a dozen of them locked up in that ‘hellish fortress’ nestled in the great desert of Torrell Anarok today.

Or one group after another, just like the Hulkbuster rescuing his grandfather.

They were also addressed as, ‘Ferrum’s Most Meddlesome People’.

There was no denying that most of these guys could be considered ‘good guys’ in the eyes of intelligent creatures if they were singled out, but the composition of these guys was extremely complicated:
Humans, half-elves, elves, some halflings, dwarves and even forest fairies and centaurs, and even along the coast of Sword Bay there are many bronze dragons of the ‘sea police’.

But in the end, the elves still occupy the majority, which also leads to this group of guys in order to achieve the goal will often do whatever it takes, and too ‘black and white’.

So much so that over time, they became ‘infamous’ in the eyes of many forces.

Just like a group of pervasive cockroaches, they want to control everything, and they want to stir up anything that doesn’t look good to them.

So much so, that sometimes their destruction of the order of a region was no less than that of their nemesis, the Scattered Talisman Society.

Nymphadora also bloomed a smile, “You will understand the group we are now encountering as the evolutionary branch of the harpists in Eralia, except that they are secretly funded by the Elven Queen Alashea, and are called the Dark Celestial Harp, which is a metaphor for the guardianship of hope beside the abyss. ”

The grin on Davy’s face grew more sinister as well:

“That means we just need to catch more of them at a time.”

Nymphadora’s tail slowly wrapped around her:
“The rest, will throw themselves into the net.”

“To see them die would be a betrayal of the main thrust of their camp.”

The whirling smile became something like a poisoned flower:
“This is, where the limitations of the Chaotic Goodness camp lie.”

Nymphadora’s words immediately woke up the dragon in his dream.

David couldn’t stop himself from laughing up in the air, and then he couldn’t hold back from riding on the back of the female dragon that was trying to refuse to meet him.

Not long after, the dragon nest resounded with the sound of ‘lesser dragons are not suitable’.

“Bah! Let’s go . No fun .” Outside the dragon’s nest, the ears of Satyricon, who was lying there listening to the corner, immediately flicked her tail to drive away her sisters who were full of curiosity.

Just as they were about to secretly disperse, they heard a distant howl from their ‘aunt’ Tania:

“What gives you the right! Fireworks when I’m not around! I barely made it back from Montero and there’s nothing left! Where’s my brother? Let him come out and set off another one before I forgive him! Wow!!!”

“.” At her young age, the little yellow dragon, Satyressa, actually realized at once that her father was not easy.

But when he whirled around and saw Aunt Tania rushing this way, Sathileza instantly felt that his thoughts seemed a bit too arrogant.

He is not easy to be this guy’s daughter ah!

One had to stop Aunt Tania or they would be exposed!
Just as David’s side had already drawn up a net against the gang of shit-stirrers from the Dark Celestial Organ, and for the sake of the seal engraving of the teleportation array, he had not hesitated to personally set off and return to the Old Continent to ask his own dragon father to come out to take care of this batch of goods. Under Nymphadora’s personal manipulation, the nesting material used to ‘nest’ had already begun to be laid:
She had not contacted the King of Lewaldon through her messenger to have him assist her.

After all, God knows how far the professional spies would disguise themselves and at what point they would plant their hands.

Once she did that, the likelihood of the plan being exposed was extremely high.

So on the surface, it was still just a normal demand for battlefield supplies, only that both the amount of transportation and the grade of goods had been raised by more than one grade.

In this way, whether in the eyes of the Vitali Empire’s top management or the elves’ view, these dragons who occupied the port of Warrens and turned Lewaldon into a puppet regime are brewing a wave of greatness.

David and the others were indeed preparing for a big wave.

However, the first target was not the Vitaly Empire that was in danger.

Instead, it was the Dark Skinks, a disorganized group of mostly bards and rangers who were heavily funded by Elf Queen Alashea.

On this day, as the bait that Nymphadora put into the battlefield became abundant, the members of the Dark Celestial Lyre who were active in the border of the Vitali Empire began to quickly realize a problem, their manpower began to be seriously insufficient.

However, if they were to mobilize manpower from the Elf Kingdom, which is thousands of miles away, not to mention the delay and trouble in summoning and approving, it is also a toss-up whether the time will come or not, under the urgency of the matter, they could only decentralize the standard of ‘alternative members’, and take some not too important plundering tasks as the selection test.

This immediately attracted the enthusiastic participation of some elves whose lives in Middle Earth were not satisfactory, such as some elven mercenaries.

For some elves who had made mistakes in the past, this was simply a valuable opportunity to clear their name and return home!

So as a high elf once naval patrol leader, because of fear of crime to flee the Middle Kingdom to do forty years of adventurers, and now also still only a nameless adventurer squad leader Otis, ruthless heart moved, under the nearly weeks and weeks, finally contacted the dark celestial qin.

Just let his heart cold is, Marder, really this kind of spy is really not ordinary elves can do.

To actually let him lead his own people to find a way to steal or loot the Lewaldonians’ supply convoy? To use that as an initiation test?

Damn it! A team of adventurers going up against the regular army? With the possibility of encountering the dragons?

Is this a death wish? Or is it?
Just when Otis was hesitant to face the only chance to return to the Elven Kingdom after forty years away from home, his feet suddenly stumbled.

He suddenly remembered a special existence he had encountered during one of his escorting missions for hire.

Since it was a loot, the object of the loot was also the all-pervasive Pentachrome Dragon Golem Regime .
Perhaps, he would agree to it?

When he was forced to listen to stories for five days and five nights in a row and almost didn’t go crazy, wasn’t the one he heard most frequently that all-pervasive steel-burning dragon, Davyutos?
“Fight!”

On one side, he was sent to his death, and on the other side, he was completely rotten in this foreign land.

Otis chose the ‘rich and famous’!
But just as Otis returned to the tavern with this ambition to inform his adventuring group members of his plan this time, and was full of hope of receiving their full support.

What he got was silence from all the members.

Then, there was the ensuing ”notice to leave the group”.

Thief: “Sorry chief, when I finished my last job, I decided to ‘go gold’.”

Priest: “That, I’m going to go back to my country church to become a priest, my family helped me arrange it all.”

Bard: “Uh, the daughter of this tavern has taken a liking to me, I may be getting married, chief, can I get a gift up front?”

“Scram!” Faced with the endless stream of polite refusals from the members, Otis finally couldn’t stand it anymore and broke up.

Faced with becoming a lone elf again, Otis was filled with despondency.

Sure enough, those legends and friendships extolled in the bardic biographies were all lies to the elves.

In the end, when it comes to tricky things, all of them run away, but not as strong as their own animal companions.

However, he could understand, after all, the human life span is too short, once born into the death of the teammates, after forty years, has long been replaced one after another.

No accident, either saved a penny to go back to the countryside to get married, or an arrow in the knee, can not afford to ask the priest to use [regeneration], to the city gates as a guard.

Even if you have a human partner with a face like an elf, you will start to become a woman with a waist thicker than a bucket in less than five or six years.
I’ve talked to a few of them, but I’m tired of them.

Because of this, Otis’s will to return home to the Elven Kingdom is so unprecedentedly strong.

Driven by this obsession, Otis, who was already a lone elf, resolutely picked up his longbow, short sword and luggage, and went deep into the forest where he had once been caught with his teammates.

”I hope… He still lives here.’

But thinking of the ‘torture’ he had suffered back then, this time before approaching the lair, he pulled out two beeswax-stained cottons from his sleeves and stuffed them into his delicate ears.

Although such a move would make it easier for him to miss some threats in the dangerous forest, he would rather be deaf compared to the situation he was about to face.

It was only as he entered that sanded lair that his heart kept sinking.

Last time, he would have been dragged right in by a tail that looked like a python.

How come this time, it was so ‘quiet’?

Just when Otis thought that the one he was going to meet had moved, he noticed that the ground was vaguely shaking.

Otis immediately rushed in with ecstasy, shouting as he ran:

“Mr. Vulatimir, I’ve come to visit you with a gift!”

It was only after turning another corner that Otis, a High Elf, was abruptly stumped in place.

Because in this lair, there were actually two dragons!

In addition to Vlatimir’s brass dragon, there was actually a silver one!
At the same time, they were also like two love-struck teddy, while constantly smacking their lips in a rapid exchange of what, at the same time one up and one down in each other’s body quickly shrugged for a while, can not wait to alternate shape, the whole with a windmill like a joyful and incomparable.

The appearance of Otis, a high elf, also made the two metal dragons, who were exchanging friendship and sharing bardic stories, give a sudden start, and then they separated as if they had been frightened, and then turned their heads at the same time and growled at Otis:

“Who sent you? /What do you want?”

The metal dragons thought they had encountered their fellow members of the Dark Skinks, who were always meddling in dragon matters and liked to make up stories.

After all, in the eyes of those guys.
‘Friendship’ was a sin!
“Huh?”

Otis, who had brought earplugs, was bewildered in the face of the gargoyle’s questioning.

Beginning of the month begging for a monthly vote leh! Heh heh heh.

(End of chapter)