In the end, the Smurf was helplessly treated as a large radar by Roland. Roland happily held the shrunken Smurf in his arms and walked slowly along the edge of the cliff.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Roland looked at the Smurf's casual look and felt that he seemed unreliable.

"What else do you want? Your Majesty, the great king! I'm just using my mental power to detect the location of the Fire Demon! Do you understand mental power? I just use my mind to probe out!" The Smurf was deeply irritated by Roland's suspicious look. Since when did the proud dragon clan become doubted by weak "ants" like humans?

"Uh... is that so?" Roland had the impression that this situation shouldn't involve chanting spells and setting up formations with magical materials. Why was it so easy for the dragons? Roland couldn't help but look at the Smurf a few more times.

"Hey! Please don't compare me with the weak mental power of you human mages, okay? I'm a dragon! An elven dragon! A dragon clan renowned for its elemental abilities! These actions are just my instincts! Do you understand?" The Smurf's dragon eyes revealed deep contempt. After all, the total mental power of an elven dragon from birth was incomparable to that of a human sixth-order sage! Dragons are the darlings of the Creator! Elven dragons are even more so the darlings of the dragon clan! The natural elementalists endowed elven dragons with powerful combat power at a young age, but while the Creator endowed them with power, their populations also became scarce! Especially after the days when dragons and elves formed an alliance, the dragons returned to Dragon Island and lived in peace, and the elven dragons became difficult to reproduce because they no longer had the power of the elven magic well...

"I'm sorry! I was wrong! Go ahead!" Roland decisively admitted defeat. Although the elven dragons recognized this empire in the memories granted by the system, that didn't mean their dragon nature had been erased! The dragon race had its own pride. To the dragons, they spoke to any intelligent race on equal terms. Any race that sought to enslave the dragons against their will had already paid the price in blood! Roland naturally didn't want to provoke the Smurfs and get beaten up. Although it would be a bit embarrassing... he really couldn't win.

"Move forward! There's no response here... So many holes! Are these dwarfs rats? They've hollowed out a whole mountain... How am I supposed to find my way around these many nooks and crannies?" The melancholy dragon helplessly held his face with his claws, his eyes filled with despair...

"No harvest yet?" Roland asked curiously.

"Harvest? Yes! Do you want me to mark the mineral vein I discovered for you? There's quite a lot of gold in it! Do you want you to send people to mine it?" The Smurf rolled his eyes at Roland in annoyance.

"This is dwarven territory..." Roland curled his lips. This arrogant little dragoness was digging a hole for herself! Mineral veins? Gold? Putting aside the question of whether it was reasonable to mine the dwarven veins, the key was whether anyone on their side could mine this stuff.

"What? Is this all the ambition the descendants of the royal family of Raglan have now? Isn't it enough to just rob it? Capture all those dwarves and let you mine for them!" The Smurf opened his mouth.

"My God...are all you dragons warmongers?" Roland complained. Listen! Listen! What kind of talk is this? Instigating his king to attack his allies? Even if his demands for territory and wealth were perverted, he wouldn't go so far as to attack the dwarves!

"Hehehe!" The Smurf who successfully got Roland's mindset expressed his great happiness.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, the Smurf's narrow and long dragon eyes widened. Just when Roland thought it was his illusion, the Smurf in his arms suddenly exerted force to break free and flew quietly in the air.

"You can fly! Why did you let me hold you for so long?" Roland looked at the elven dragon flapping its wings gracefully in the air, and suddenly felt that he had suffered internal injuries.

"Something's wrong here!" The Smurf ignored Roland and flew to the edge of the cliff where Roland had just walked and squinted his eyes.

"What did you find?" Roland looked at the Smurf's actions and immediately put away his smile and became serious.

"Is it under your feet?" Omsk quietly pressed the hilt of the sword.

"Gudu!" Balin clenched his battle axe in fear, with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Kardo! Armor!" Kaslo said succinctly, and suddenly a layer of alloy dragon armor appeared on the Storm Dragon's body. This was a special gift Yun Feng had specially prepared for Kaslo. The dragon armor, which came with its own inscriptions, could be put away or put on at any time! If it weren't for Roland's miscellaneous items, Yun Feng might not have been able to make it.

"Hmph!" Cardo snorted softly, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more fierce.

"It's okay, there's just the breath of the Fire Demon here!" The Smurf couldn't help but say embarrassedly as he looked at the people who were on high alert.

“…” Omsk quietly loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

"Huh..." Balin let out a long breath, feeling a little lost.

"Smurf... could you please stop talking and breathing so heavily next time..." Roland's eyes twitched fiercely. Thinking about the difference in fighting power between the two, Roland decisively gave up the idea of educating Smurf.

"Well... who knows? Why are you so nervous?" The Smurf looked at everyone suspiciously. She found that everyone was looking at her unfriendly, including her own kind, the storm dragon - Cardo. At this moment, Cardo was cutting stones with his sharp dragon claws and kept staring at the Smurf with unfriendly eyes.

"Auntie... I beg you! Thousands of people are waiting for you! We can't just sit here and waste time!" Roland was overwhelmed. After all, he had a proud and somewhat rebellious little female dragon, but the problem was that she was often absent from work! Look! He felt sleepy after just a few steps! He found a clean place and closed his eyes to rest.

"But I'm so tired..." The Smurf looked at Roland pitifully. She's just a weak little elven dragon! You're illegally employing child labor! And you're not even paying her! Those star-filled dragon eyes seemed to speak, and Roland's heart softened. After all, she was still a child. Was he being too harsh on her?

Just as Roland was thinking with some self-blame, the ground suddenly shook a few times. Roland was a little confused for a moment. What happened? An earthquake?

"The smell of sulfur! It's those minions of Morgoth in the magma of the Abyss!" Cardo bared his sharp dragon teeth, and his dragon claws slightly bent! (Dog: Prime Minister, I haven't offended any of you...)

"The Balrog has awakened! The good news is that the dragon's might seems to be working! The bad news is that the Balrog hasn't damaged its origin as we predicted!" Caslo gave a wry smile. When the Balrog emanated its aura and no longer hid, it meant it dared to challenge the dragons! When a creature dared to challenge a real dragon, it meant it must be powerful enough to fight and kill the dragon... Obviously! The Balrog was just like that.

"Ang!" Cardo's enormous wings suddenly spread open. Supported by his membrane skeleton, one could clearly feel his wings were strong enough to block out the sun and sky! He opened his mouth wide, and a majestic dragon roar spread to the bottom of the valley...