Chapter 441: Twisted Black Mist—Weilin’s Decision

The black fog receded, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Argeta returned to her human form and landed on the ground.

Verin looked at the dragon enjoying the praise of the half-elf and did not bother him. He turned around and came to Sipu'an, the mayor of Melis Town.

"Sir, thank you for your help."

"Normal transaction." Weilin said calmly, "I'm curious about where the black mist comes from."

Sipu'an answered: "I'm not sure. Yesterday afternoon, I received a warning from the governor, asking me to organize the townspeople to resist the erosion of the black fog and wait for rescue."

"However, according to my guess, this black fog is most likely spreading from Sarasa Town to the surrounding areas."

"Salasa Town?"

Weilin was somewhat familiar with this name.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Seeing this, Sipu'an said goodbye to Weilin and went to the center of the town to organize the townspeople to pack up their belongings and prepare to retreat.

The destructive power of this sudden disaster far exceeded his imagination.

Without this "adventurer team", Melis Town might have been swallowed up by the black mist.

After a while, Cypuan ordered the guards to deliver all the rewards and a map of the province of Leop to Verin.

Looking at the half-elf civilians evacuating in groups, Verin stood on the ruins, still thinking about the ins and outs of this incident.

"Lord, what should we do next?" Kyle came to Verin and asked for instructions.

"Let me think about it."

Weilin left a few words and walked down the ruins, preparing to find a place to sort out the existing information.

Seeing this scene, Kyle did not follow.

Although he was not sure of victory in the face of the black mist, there was still no problem in escaping with his master and several others.

When he came to a big tree, Weilin took out the leaf from the space ring that was obtained from the divination shop in the capital of the Holy Kingdom of the Third Dawn, and recalled in his mind what the mysterious fortune teller said.

"Whether a creature infected by the evil god's aura will step forward or leave silently is just a matter of my thoughts."

"When you are stuck in a decision, hold this leaf tightly and it will guide you."

With the words of the fortune teller recalling in his ears, Weilin closed his eyes and held the ordinary leaf tightly.

After a long time, Weilin opened his eyes and spread his right hand. The leaves turned into little stars, floating in the air.

"The experience of a mother tree of life for tens of thousands of years is boring, but it silently persists in its beliefs."

Weilin covered his chest and felt the beating of his heart. Maybe he already had the answer.

Back at the exit of Melis Town, Verin asked Kyle to call everyone over.

"I'm going to go to Sarasa Town. What do you think?"

"Lord, I support your decision." Kyle replied without any hesitation.

The next moment, Gray, Blue, Green, Serafina and Argenta expressed their support for Verin's decision.

Feeling the unconditional trust of everyone, Weilin felt something in his heart.

"Serafina, you stay here with Gray, Blue and Green, while I, Kyle and Argenta go to find out."

"Yes, Master." Hui replied very simply. His strength was only high-level silver, and he would be a hindrance if he went there. He chose to obey his master's orders very rationally.

Although Blue and Green were unwilling to do so, their strength was limited and they could only obey Weilin's orders.

As for Serafina, she nodded silently.

Later, Argenta reveals her true form.

"My friend, get on my back."

Algeta extended an invitation to Weilin. Weilin laughed and jumped on top of Algeta's head without refusing.

The silver dragon rose into the sky and flew towards the southeast.

Seeing this, Kyle opened his wings of light and floated in the air.

Lan looked at his master's figure, his eyes shining with admiration, as if he wanted to imprint this moment in his mind forever.

Seeing this scene, Midori was inspired. He found paper and pens from the town and drew on the spot to record this important moment.

"The painting is very good." Hui looked at the finished painting and praised it without hesitation.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Midori replied modestly and wrote "Silver Dragon and Angel" on the painting as the name of the painting.

"Green, can you make a few copies? I want to take them back to show to Sister Hilda and Sisna." Lan came up, his eyes lit up, and he begged.

"Yes, but you have to go back. The paint is used up now."

"Thank you." Lan thanked him very gratefully.

"It's okay, we are companions." Midori replied with a smile.

……

Standing above Argenta, Verin had an unprecedented sense of accomplishment compared to controlling the red dragon Serafina.

As the saying goes, the harder it is to get something, the more you will cherish it.

More than ten years later, Verin stood on Argenta's back, and this time he finally got his wish.

"Once, just this once, there will definitely be no next time." Argenta made up his mind to only take Weilin to fly once. Next time, no matter what he said, he would not let him climb on her head. No matter what, he was A silver dragon with a head and a face.

Standing on top of the giant dragon, Weilin looked down. The closer he got to the southeast, the thicker the black mist became.

"Algeta, fly south."

"receive."

Under the blue sky, the giant dragon swoops down.

On the ground, a half-elf remnant army was trapped on the top of the mountain.

Driven by the black mist, countless monsters besieged the half-elves on the top of the mountain.

"Sir, we are saved." A half-elf warrior pointed at the oncoming silver dragon with joy in his tone.

The exhausted half-elf general looked up, relieved.

Under Argenta's ice attack, thousands of monsters turned into ice sculptures and scattered all over the place.

Kyle stood in the air, raised his hands, and condensed the [Holy Flame].

With the injection of magic energy, the flames continued to expand, forming a fireball ten meters in diameter.

The power with the attribute of light fell from the sky, expanded instantly, followed the black mist, and burned everything.

Wherever you look, it has turned into a sea of ​​flames.

When Aljeta landed, Verin took out the cat-face mask from the space ring and put it on his face.

Standing on the hill, Weilin put his hands behind his back and looked at the black fog that had receded. His estimate of Kyle's strength was even higher.

Even Argenta was no exception, her eyes widened as she realized that the seemingly ordinary knight was actually so terrifyingly powerful.

At this moment, Kyle also had some doubts in his heart. He was very clear about the power of the holy flame he had displayed. It could not possibly affect hundreds of square kilometers, so the problem must lie in the black mist.

"Dear Silver Dragon Knight and Your Excellency Silver Dragon, Melta Corea hereby pays you the highest respect." A half-elf general wearing armor stepped forward. He put his right hand on his chest and bent He saluted with his waist, expressing his deep respect to the person and dragon in front of him.

Behind him, the surviving half-elf warriors also followed suit, bowing and saluting, paying them high respect.