The whole dragon was lying on the ground and dying, and it was already venting more and inhaling less.

The female mage cheered, took out a small obsidian dagger from her pocket, and flew to the gray dragon.

Before she could use the knife, the dying gray dragon suddenly rose up and opened its huge mouth and bit it down at her.

The female mage was startled and hurriedly retreated, but this was the attack of the gray dragon exerting its last power. It was very fast and the female mage could not dodge at all.

Seeing that the female mage was about to be buried in the dragon's mouth, a golden light suddenly flashed.

With a puff, the huge dragon head rotated and flew out, and the long dragon neck showed a smooth cross-section, spewing out a large amount of hot dragon blood.

The female mage was confused, and was sprayed with dragon blood and turned into a bloody man.

Not far away, Aya looked at Fang Ark strangely: "Aren't you afraid of affecting the history behind?"

The two of them have been around since the future. If they are messed up, they will definitely affect the subsequent history.

But Fang Ark shrugged: "The subsequent history means that this world is over, and it's okay for us to be out of order."

Having said that, Fang Ark didn't dare to do anything randomly, so he explained the need to save this female mage: "Look at the dress of this woman, this woman has obviously surpassed the tribal era. Maybe she is the top figure in this world. We can communicate with her and confirm where the fire of hope is."

Aya looked at him suspiciously: "It's really not because she is a woman who rescued her?"

Ark's expression was icy: "Am I the kind of person who treats differently?"

Aya rolled his eyes directly.

The confused female mage below came to her senses at this time.

She screamed loudly, but she said something that neither Ark nor Aya understood.

Over thousands of years, language has long been beyond recognition.

However, from the female mage shouting at the jungle, she probably found that someone was secretly helping her life.

Fang Ark and Aya appeared out of the concealment, and the female mage was stunned when she saw the two.

There is no other reason. Whether it is temperament or clothing, Fang Ao and Aya are not like people from this world.

The female mage stayed for a while and then started screaming, still in a language that she couldn't understand.

Fang Ark could only communicate with her through soul dialogue. After successful communication, the loud voice of the female mage was conveyed to his heart.

"The flame is above you, are you gods?"

"Why don't you speak? Do you need me to offer sacrifices to you?"

Fang Ark waved his hand gently, and his spiritual energy swept across the female mage like water, clearing all the blood on her body.

The female mage looked at her change in amazement: "What kind of spell is this? Or is it a magical technique?"

Her appearance was also revealed, she was pretty and cute, with a few freckles, and wrapped herself tightly in a piece of clothing made of animal fur.

But Fang Fang's spiritual consciousness was everywhere, and he clearly felt that the female mage was wearing nothing except this sweater.

Well, it seems that the level of civilization is not much higher than that of these tribes.

“We are travelers from the south.”

Ark said to her in a soul conversation: "Where is this place?"

The female mage answered the question irrelevantly and shouted in surprise: "What kind of spell is this? Can you communicate with me without having to speak?"
Chapter completed!