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Chapter 792: Chapter 675: How Were Magical Beasts Born?

“Elf?”

Zuo Fang was first taken aback, then also became fervent, “Is he in the city now?”

Luo Kun looked at him with a strange smile, “That I’m not sure, but I did catch the scent.”

Scents can linger.

It could only prove that someone had indeed been there, but as to whether they were still there, that was another matter.

Even if the giant dragon race was sensitive to the scent of elves, they couldn’t operate like radars.

After deliberating, Zuo Fang decisively said, “Regardless, let’s first check out the elf’s location. Hey, lead the way!”

As for the matter of finding the contact person, it could be put off for later; it wasn’t urgent.

However, just when Luo Kun who had been eager to stir up trouble, now he slumped into the chair, showing no intention of leading the way at all.

Then, he propped up his chin and lazily said, “But what to do, I don’t feel like moving.”

Zuo Fang’s mouth twitched, “Then what do you want?”

“When you need someone, you sweet-talk them, but when you don’t, you just give them the cold shoulder,” the youth said in a mocking tone.

“Stop right there, I’ve never called you ‘Little Sweet’.”

Zuo Fang deadpanned, “And I wouldn’t look pleased even when I need you.”

He had things figured out; to deal with such a messed-up guy, one couldn’t follow their lead, and it was better to save the trouble by walking away without further ado if things didn’t work out.

Otherwise, the person would just keep pushing their luck!

“That’s your attitude when asking for help? Then forget it, I don’t feel like moving,” Luo Kun still slouched in his chair.

“Oh, then just die here,” Zuo Fang said coldly, cursing in his mind as he turned and walked away.

However, just as he reached the doorway, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind, “Though…”

He paused, turning back to look with irritation.

The youth’s eyes shone brightly as he looked at him, “After it’s over, you should follow.”

The statement was somewhat cryptic, but Zuo Fang understood after a moment; it meant that they should follow each other’s Player’s Handbooks.

And the reason he reacted so quickly was that he felt the conversation seemed familiar.

Zuo Fang gave a weird look, “We don’t have a reason to, do we?”

Luo Kun smiled, “That’s none of your concern.”

Zuo Fang was somewhat speechless.

—You freaking want us to follow each other, and yet it has nothing to do with me?

There was absolutely no possibility of cooperation between them, and they would rather kill each other in this script, making friendship even more unlikely.

So why go through the trouble of following each other?

To be a corpse in the list?

And to be honest, players couldn’t do much just by following each other, because visiting each other’s personal space or trading items required both parties’ consent.

Following someone was mostly to keep track of them, to avoid the situation where something came up and they couldn’t find the person to contact.

After all, players would find it hard to locate each other once they left the Script World.

Knowing this, he could do what someone had done before: agree first, then go through the process of following and then blocking!

With this in mind, Zuo Fang’s eyes flickered.

“Fine!”

He agreed with a serious face.

And he seemed utterly sincere.

Luo Kun gave him a meaningful glance, as if pondering something, but he didn’t dwell on the matter.

The youth stood up, opened the window, and jumped straight out.

“Hey! Take the normal path, will you?”

…

Taking the normal path was out of the question.

The dragon was only using light-body skill for now; it was good enough that he hadn’t taken to direct flight.

An elf with a hunting mark was indeed tempting for the giant dragon race because they contained vast energy, far stronger than that of ordinary wild beasts.

For dragons needed rich and nutritious flesh and blood to maintain bodily functions.

One reason the giant dragon race was in decline was the colossal depletion from a war a thousand years ago; they didn’t have enough energy for the birth of offspring.

In such an exhausted state, the decline of the giant dragon race was unstoppable.

This last black dragon.

It was born by sacrificing the remaining Bloodline Power of the black dragon race, trading an entire clan’s crisis for a powerful, sturdy lone dragon that could still last another hundred years.

It was tragically heroic, yet somewhat deserved.

The youth locked onto the scent, tracking it intently.

When he felt excited, his normally dark eyes would shine exceptionally bright, with a trace of Black Dragon Breath coiling around him, yet he reined it in, not allowing it to spread.

Zuo Fang, chasing after him, was already annoyed.

Turns out, this kid really wanted to find that elf all along, and yet he could endure, insisting on terms before acting.

Fortunately, they moved quickly, darting over rooftops or wall corners, with passersby on the streets catching mere glimpses without realizing what had happened.

However, such actions would definitely draw the imperial side’s attention.

If there were imperial people here, that is.

Bang!

Luo Kun suddenly stopped on the rooftop of a building, with the red in his eyes shining intensely.

Zuo Fang also stopped and curiously asked, “Is the person here?”

“No.”

“…?”

Zuo Fang was confused for a moment by the youth’s response.

Luo Kun looked at him teasingly, “Didn’t I tell you? I just caught the scent, not confirmed the person is here.”

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Zuo Fang to frown again and lifted his hand to draw something in the air.

As if tracing out a route.

“See, the scent came from that direction, then lingered here the longest, and next, moved over there. Other places are too chaotic with scents; I can’t lock on,” he explained.