The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

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In such situations, people are likely to act irrationally out of anger.

"Don't worry, my lord, my mother and I are very calm right now."

Muses' expression turned serious, his pale blue eyes cold and beautiful.

"The battle begins!"

Without a word, Ron propelled himself forward with a powerful burst of speed, charging towards the wandering orcs in front of him...

Fria was even faster, instantly unfurling her dragon wings, her crimson figure darting through the forest as she charged toward the gigantic orc.

Shemir and Muses exchanged a glance, then followed suit, ready to avenge their previous defeat...

Chapter 140 Annihilation of the Orcs! The delicate and beautiful Shemir looked completely satisfied!

Misty forest, outskirts.

Sunlight pierced through the thick, opaque gray fog and shone into the dense forest.

The ground was dark and damp. Due to the thick fog blocking the sunlight and the lush foliage, there were hardly any weeds on the ground, only a thick layer of brown dead leaves.

The tree trunk, which was bigger than Lucia's buttocks, was covered with lush green moss, and when the wind blew, it brought a cool breeze.

"Hoohoho!"

The beastmen, who were preparing to forage for food, saw someone charging towards them and immediately roared several times, wielding their huge clubs to meet the attackers.

They are not very intelligent, but they are extremely warlike. They kill those without burrows and eat them, while using those with burrows first. If one dies, they eat it, and if it survives, it leaves behind to reproduce.

stab-

At the very front, Filya flew away like a shooting star, with rings of crimson flames emanating from her body.

As it approached, the dragon swung its wings and severed the neck of the foremost orc, sending his head rolling to the ground.

The major artery connecting the neck and skull immediately gushed blood, and then he collapsed to the ground, convulsing continuously.

bang bang bang-

Although the orcs beside him were not very intelligent, they were not weak in combat. They immediately swung their clubs and smashed them at the charging dragon.

Fria reacted quickly, flying through the air in a beautiful arc to dodge the attacks while her sharp claws continuously ripped off the orcs' heads.

Ron followed closely behind, his longsword instantly imbued with golden holy light, cleaving the orc's wooden club in two while simultaneously severing its neck.

With the arrival of Shemir and Muses, all that could be seen on the scene was blood splattering everywhere, and orcs collapsing and convulsing.

Seeing this, the knights' morale soared, and they launched a siege against the orcs from all directions.

This time was different from the last time when I encountered more than a dozen orcs.

Everyone's strength has been greatly improved, and they can fight against more than thirty orcs without much difficulty.

With her power surging, Feliya became like a crimson meat grinder, leaving orcs bleeding wherever she went.

Ron's strength has also improved considerably, and he is now faster at killing orcs than he was last time, one at a time with fluid and graceful movements.

In a short time, he killed four or five orcs.

Despite their anger, Shemir and Muses did not lose their minds. The mother and daughter worked together, with one wolf luring the prey while the other launched a deadly attack.

He could take down an orc in no time.

Since the great battle yesterday, the knights have become true holy knights.

The fear and confusion on their faces are gone; their determined eyes foreshadow their growth.

Finally, in just two or three minutes, all thirty-odd orcs were turned into corpses, lying haphazardly on the ground.

The bright red blood flowed downwards, gradually gathering into a small pool of blood, reflecting the gray mist and sky, creating a slightly eerie scene.

"See? It's a piece of cake."

After killing the orcs, Fria approached the man, slightly raising her chin as if to tell him that sometimes she didn't need to be so cautious.

Because she's there!

"This is easy for you, but I have several knights who have been injured."

Although they are all minor injuries, if one is not careful, one could still be killed by an orc with a single blow.

"Humans are weak."

Fria looked helpless. In her opinion, she could easily take down beastmen of this level with just one dragon, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

There's no need to bring along these weak soldiers.

"It's normal for them to be weak; as long as I, as the lord, am strong, that's enough."

Ron was quite confident in his strength, after all, with the enhancement from the encyclopedia, he was no longer comparable to an ordinary holy knight.

Although she can't defeat the evil dragon, Fria, she has no problem dealing with ordinary demi-human girls.

Ron had previously doubted his ability to conquer Shemir, after all, she was a young woman from the Ice Wolf Clan.

They have a strong ability to estimate.

But with the improvement in strength, I feel that I can now completely dominate.

"Not bad, very confident. I'll see how strong you are tonight."

Fria licked her lips, looking at the man in front of her with a smug expression, as if she were looking at an interesting toy.

This shameless human being deserves to be forever trampled under his own feet.

"Don't be arrogant, you evil dragon."

Ron has stopped being defiant, because Fria is now too strong, far beyond his ability to suppress.

All I can do is pray that the other person doesn't do anything too reckless tonight.

After killing the orcs, Ron led his team away to hunt and survey the terrain on the outskirts.

Only with a thorough understanding of the Misty Forest can one be more adept at clearing out the alien races on the next occasion.

It has to be said that Shemir's nose is practically like she's using a cheat code to find all the animals hiding places.

In just one hour, they hunted back two thousand kilograms of prey.

Just then, the sun began to set, and it would be dark in a little over an hour. Ron decided not to linger and led his team back to the swamp territory.

The knights parted ways at the fork in the road and returned to the valley territory in case of any unforeseen events during the night.

The carriage continued along the wide road, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, heading towards the marshland.

Perhaps he was a little tired, Muses fell asleep on his mother's lap.

Shemier held Muses in her arms and closed her eyes to rest.

Although today's hunt was short, it was very taxing, so they all rested for the moment.

Fria kept looking out the window, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, lost in thought.

"Does it look good?"

Seemingly noticing the man's gaze, she turned her head slightly and looked over with a deep gaze.

What exactly is going on in this human's head?

It all depends on your own journey...

"The sunset glow falling on your face is beautiful."

Ron was telling the truth; at that moment, Philia's face looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of the sunset.

She looked like a dragon queen who had stepped out of a painting, and one's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her.

"The fists that land on your face at night will be very hard."

Although Felya was a dragon, she could still understand the meaning behind the man's words.

She used to feel disgusted when she heard such words, especially when Ron said them.

But today, for some reason, my cheeks felt hot, and my heart was beating a few beats faster for no apparent reason.

It's a different feeling than using your opponent as a tool after a friendly spar.

Treating someone as a tool is a passionate, fiery emotion that comes and goes quickly.

But the feeling at this moment is like a small flame igniting in my heart, not intense, but the warmth it brings can last for a long time.

This was the first time Philia had ever felt this way...

She didn't understand what this meant; she only knew that it was an emotion that could never exist and should be nipped in the bud as soon as possible.

Humans are shameless and evil beings, deserving only to be trampled underfoot...

"If you had a nicer personality, you would be very likable."

Ron was telling the truth. With Fria's figure, looks, and unparalleled strength, if she were just a little gentler, he would be completely captivated.

But his current personality is too bad; he's irritable, arrogant, and somewhat reckless.

They inherited all the bad genes and strength of the dragon race.

"That would be even better, so your damn eyes won't keep staring at my body."