Grace moved forward in the mountains, sometimes using space transfer magic to fly over the impassable terrain, sometimes struggling to run, sometimes appearing on the high rocks to find the dragon's den that his friend Wilson said, but the vast mountains, what dragon's den?

After a long and fruitless search, Grace was anxious and worried about the fate of his lover Alice.

Just as he looked around, a dragon whistle came from the left side of the mountain beam. Grace's heart was startled, and he rose into the air and flew quickly to the left mountain beam.

"Hey, beauty, you don't insist, follow me, I can let you enjoy the happiness you can not enjoy in the human world, I can also greatly improve your magic force, so that you realize the powerful ability that only the magic master has, ha ha..." A five-stage dragon with a broken golden light, is facing a hands were cut back, haggard beauty, speak out threats.

"Don't dream of it. Even if I die, I will never obey." A firm look flashed through the beauty's eyes and she refused sternly.

"Hey, woman, your persistence, let me angry, if you refuse again, I can not welcome..." The dragon growled and showed its sharp teeth.

"Dragon, if you dare hurt my Alice, I swear to God, if it kills me, I will cut you to pieces." Grace cried out in fear when she saw that the dragon was about to hurt the woman.

When the dragon heard Grace's words, he turned around and gave him a contemptuous look. Then he sneered and said, "Humble human, I am so surprised that you, a lowly magician, dare to challenge me. Do you know who I am?"

"Well, who are you? What's it to me? Let Alice go." Grace began to drink in a loud voice without fear.

The beauty saw the magician Grace suspended in the air, and was not surprised very much, but the face unexpectedly showed a puzzled expression, and stared at the magician in the air.

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"Do you want me to let her go? Ha-ha, do you want Durad, the great fifth Order dragon warrior, to let go of the woman of his choice? Don't dream of it, I won't. Use what you have, and I'll see what you can do to me." The dragon growled with great pride.

Gris looked at the arrogant dragon, full of righteous indignation, but he was afraid that his magic would accidentally hurt Alice, who was close to the dragon, and the contradiction in his heart reached the extreme. His eyes glanced over the mountain on his side, and he had a solution in his heart. He looked calm and said to the dragon: "Durard, you say you are a dragon warrior, huh, who will believe it? You are so mean, so weak, so stupid... Ha ha, do you think I'm talking big? Do you dare to fight fair, see that hill? I'm waiting for you there. If you don't come, you're a coward who doesn't deserve to talk about dragon warriors."

Grace waved his wand and vanished. The next moment he appeared on top of the hill, holding up his wand and pointing it at the dragon below.

"Well, humble human, I can't stand your arrogance, I'll grind you to a meat pie..." "Said the dragon, as he leapt, wings spread on his back, and flew to the top of the hill.

From above, Grace saw the dragon galloping towards the top of the mountain, and with a wave of his wand, a great ball of fire appeared at the top of the staff, and flung it in his face over the dragon's head.

As the fireball came upon him, the dragon shot a murderous shot out of his eye, roared and smashed straight into it...

"Boom..."

The dragon, with its strong anti-magic and hard skin, managed to get through the fire unharmed and rushed to the top of the mountain, but when he opened his eyes, the top of the mountain was empty, and the figure of the magician had long since disappeared.

"Alice..." Down the hill came Grace's feeble whisper.

The dragon narrowed his eyes and looked back down the hill. He saw two dark figures flying quickly out of the mountain, while the magician who had just mocked himself stood motionless at the foot of the mountain, staring dully at the passing back.

"Ha ha ha... Damn wizard, you trying to fool me? Go to hell." The dragon roared toward the sorcerer at the foot of the hill.

Gris, who was awakened by the dragon's roar, turned back indifferently, gently wiped the tears from his eyes, smiled tragically, and murmured: "Why? Why is it such an ending?"

With that, Grace turned sharply to meet the diving dragon...

...

Three days later, a young man came out of the mountain wearing a tattered magic robe. He was plain and short, with dull eyes. He whispered softly to himself, "Why, why..."

Another day later, on the same road, a thin little donkey walked out of the vast mountain along the same mountain path that the boy had left.