Patunasankus really wanted to chase after Yanubi right now and finish off this wyvern on the spot.
But there were two unfortunate souls in front of her.
She couldn't very well transform back into her true form in front of Loranhir and Elaphia, could she?
She didn't know what about Elaphia, but Patunasankus was certain Loranhir would be scared to death on the spot.
The evil dragon was very clear about how terrifying her true form was.
Wyvern Yanubi's so-called massive size was completely inadequate before her.
Patunasankus was pondering how to find an excuse to get rid of Elaphia and Loranhir.
"Let's rest for a bit." Loranhir slowly approached. She glanced at the sky—the setting sun was overhead, with brilliant clouds spreading across the horizon.
"Let's set up camp and rest around here," Loranhir said.
She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to find a place to sleep soundly. The pressure of directly facing the wyvern had left her physically and ntally drained. If not for her willpower holding her up, she would have collapsed on the ground by now.
"Here?" Elaphia looked around. "Is that okay? We just got attacked by a wyvern here."
"There definitely won't be any more dragons, and the Princess is also very tired, isn't she?" Loranhir shook her head and glanced at Patunasankus. "Right, Your Highness?"
"Mm."
Patunasankus nodded. She observed that there was a small lake not far from the surrounding area.
Not too big, not too small—just right to hide an evil dragon. The shore was lined with dense bushes and sweet flags that would block most of the view from this side.
She suddenly had an idea.
So Patunasankus headed directly into the forest.
"Princess, where are you going?"
Loranhir looked puzzled.
The Princess's steps paused slightly. After brief consideration, she turned around, her hair flowing in the breeze.
"To take a bath, of course," Patunasankus said.
Then she pressed her raised index finger to her lips, her gem-like eyes narrowing as she smiled with pursed lips.
"Absolutely no peeking~"
"...?"
Loranhir froze for a mont. Her thoughts of looking after the Princess were instantly scattered as she blushed and loudly protested.
"How could I possibly do such a thing!"
Patunasankus's smile was fleeting, quickly restrained, and her responding voice sounded rather disinterested.
"That's good then."
Then she left without looking back.
Loranhir watched the Princess's departing figure, wondering whether she should check on her safety, but Elaphia was calling her over to help set up the tent.
Loranhir thought about it—it was just a bath, there probably wouldn't be any major problems.
If the Princess didn't co back for a while, she would take Elaphia to check on her.
It wasn't peeking!
Just confirming the Princess's safety.
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The water pool was right before Patunasankus's eyes. The grass, flowers, and swimming fish in the water were clearly visible, and the fresh water scent rushed straight into her throat.
After confirming no one was following her, Patunasankus looked down at her reflection in the lake, expressionless.
She gently undid her buttons.
The next mont, her dress gradually slid off her shoulders.
Snow-white skin blood with an enchanting radiance, bit by bit being revealed.
The evil dragon stepped into the lake water, her bare feet splashing like a light white deer, gradually subrging beneath the lake surface.
After brief ripples on the lake surface, Patunasankus's entire body sank down.
Few have seen the true form of an ancient dragon.
This supre creature also possessed the ability to completely alter bone structure to disguise itself.
Therefore, in ancient texts, ancient dragons were sotis evil dragons with four wings, sotis beautiful goddesses, and sotis ugly dragonkin.
However, at this mont, all veils were stripped away.
Beneath the calm water surface, hidden, turbulent waves were churning.
A massive creature was rising to the surface.
It was a true ancient dragon, with her long neck first breaking through the water surface.
No language could describe her archaic, solemn body.
Profound and dark, with a majestic beauty that inspired awe.
Her entire body was covered in pitch-black scales, like the purest ink in the night sky. From front to back, the scales elegantly unfurled and slowly closed in sequence, each movent accompanied by tallic, crisp, and powerful collision sounds. Her bone-ridged face carried monarchical dignity.
Black Death Patunasankus spread her massive black wings, stretching magnificently as she took flight.
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Even though it had already fled far from the bridge where it encountered the Hero, Yanubi still felt lingering fear—a terror as if being targeted by so horrible existence haunted it.
It attributed this to the aftershock of the Hero's overwhelming power.
Fortunately, fortunately it had escaped quickly.
Yanubi felt grateful in its heart.
Anyway, it was safe now. How could people with two legs catch up to a wyvern with mighty mbrane wings?
As long as it wanted to run, no matter how powerful the Hero was, she couldn't stop it.
Thinking about how the princess that was almost within reach had slipped away because of the Hero's interference, Yanubi still felt regretful, but with such an invincible Hero around, it didn't dare try to kidnap the princess again.
Damn, this trip was a waste of effort.
How about just selling Princess Latifa's information to other evil dragons?
Make so money from paid knowledge.
That seed quite feasible.
Yanubi was quite clear that nowadays, many evil dragons would spend lavishly for Top 1 Princess Latifa.
As long as it spread the word, it could make a killing.
Then countless evil dragons would swarm in, and no matter how strong the Hero was, she would eventually exhaust herself and die.
After all, humans weren't as energetic as dragonkind, able to take on a hundred foes like Black Death Patunasankus without falling behind, even counterattacking and killing a bunch of fellow dragons.
Speaking of which, the "Evil Dragon Yearbook" ntioned that the Princess Symposium would begin soon. It could take this opportunity to sell the information and fleece its fellow dragons.
Just as it was calculating how to extort its ambitious fellow dragons.
Yanubi suddenly noticed a dark cloud passing over its body from above. Initially, it didn't think much of it, but suddenly wind blew around it, carrying a slight scorching breath.
Wild winds whistled high in the sky.
Hearing the wind's sound, Yanubi looked toward the source of the sound by the faint, indistinct moonlight.
Suddenly, in the firmant above, it saw a dragon.
That dragon shadow was half-rged with darkness, covered in scales deeper than night.
That dragon shadow spread black wings, archaic and solemn, eyes flickering with amber luster.
That dragon shadow had claws wreathed in blood-colored dragon lightning, like the embodint of thunderclouds, as if about to release lightning in the next mont.
Black Death Patunasankus.
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