In Jack's memory, there was a faint sense of death "a destroyer", "a black disaster".
And the red hair magus in front of him was a destroyer.
The magic of Ibuprofen could always surprise Jack. If possible, Jack wanted him to be his mount.
Although he was already one of the powerful rides, who would like to walk by himself if possible?
It must be very happy to let the old deer be the mount
Although the old deer was a demigod and Storm was Druid, they didn't dare to fight against the two dragons.
"I think we should talk, Mr. dragon!"
Sensing Jack's aura of the red dragon, Storm said euphemistically. If it was Stormrage who might start the fight now.
"Let's talk about the mad dragon. Leave the matter of dark night elf alone."
Stranger magus suddenly said.
"Wings of death? Are you going to go back to the dragon race or follow madman?"