In the evening.

The usually deserted Shui Guilin welcomed a fully armed force.

They wore painted black armor.

Holding a spear and a shield in hand

There is a sword hanging around the waist.

Everyone looks very energetic!

They are the guards of Alan, the lord of Shuguang Town.

These people are real warriors.

At Paramount Manor.

The patrol team is only responsible for daily duty.

The mission to fight against surrounding monsters is completed by Alan and members of the guards.

This unit has experienced real swords and fire.

So it is unique in temperament.

The leader of the team today is Freya.

Although she was mentally prepared, when she saw the behemoth that had been dead for a long time under Roger's guidance, the young and beautiful chief guard still showed shock:

"This is... too big."

Even the well-trained guards couldn't help but whispering.

The corpse of the Thunder Dragon is so impactful.

The size of the huge creature is there, even if it is just a corpse, it has a strong deterrent effect.

Freya walked around the Thunder Dragon, lifted the heavy sword in her hand, and slashed the scales of the dragon beast with one sword!

Thorn!

The fire splashed.

There was a small gap on the heavy sword, but the scales of the Thunder Dragon were traced.

"Once this kind of monster invades the manor..."

Her face looked a little ugly.

I'm afraid only the heavy crossbow truck that came from the gray dwarf had the chance to cause some trouble for it.

The guards also became turbulent.

It was at this time.

Roger felt strange gazes falling on him, and couldn't help but explain:

"I didn't kill it."

"It's the Necromancer."

He pointed to the two bodies beside him:

"It was them who killed the Thunder Dragon."

Freya still looked respectful.

She lowered her head slightly:

"But they died in your hands."

"You don't have to explain too much, I can understand the need for modesty, but it doesn't conflict with you saving the estate once again."

"I can no longer express my gratitude to you in words!"

The guards' eyes were filled with respect.

Roger coughed.

Said a little embarrassedly:

"No need to thank me, after all, I am also a member of the manor."

"That's right..."

"Can you help me carry this guy back?"

This is the real purpose of his call to the guards!

Everyone looked at the hill-like corpse.

I couldn't help but doubt my hearing.

But under Roger's sincere gaze.

They then began to doubt their physical strength.

...

At noon two days later.

After requisitioning more than a dozen widened cow and horse carriages from nearby farms.

The huge body of the Thunder Dragon was finally sent to Senro Farm.

Thankfully, the Thunder Dragon had its scales falling off six hours after its death.

This gave everyone the opportunity to divide the dragon corpse.

Otherwise, I don't know how long it will take to struggle.

From the moment the Thunder Dragon's body appeared in the Senro Farm, there were endless people coming to visit.

This thing is too big.

Although Roger's pretreatment, the hardest scales have been stripped naked and the outer fat layer has been scraped clean.

But the stylistic skeleton alone is enough to become a subject for bards to follow.

For a moment.

"Master Roger fights the Thunder Dragon with empty hands" has become the hottest topic in the Charcoal Hotel.

And the more you spread, the more outrageous it became.

...

"Version 1.0: Roger's clever plan to get the necromancer, and the master narrowly defeated the Thunder Dragon with bare hands"

...

"Version 2.0: Roger's foot step on the necromancer, and the master's punch hits the Thunder Dragon"

...

"Unknown version: The master exhales and calms the universe, and dies of the Thunder Dragons"

...

One day later.

While Roger was dealing with the skeleton of the Thunder Dragon, the cry of a flying dragon sounded in the sky.

Then there was a hurrying voice:

"Roger Roger!"

"They said you sneeze and killed a group of necromancers? And you accidentally killed a thunder dragon?"

"Wow...this...is really big!"

Roger looked at Rachel silently.

The expression on the little druid's face is rare and rich.

He just waved his hand casually:

"Walk."

"Please have barbecue."

...

Roger actually didn't care about being hotly discussed.

What he cared about was that his reputation at Paramount Manor had clearly reached 200 points.

There is no milestone points as a reward!

"But this rumor is too exaggerated."

"It is impossible to say that no one is behind the scenes."

Roger pursed his lips.
To be continued...