The Mighty Dragons Are Dead-Chapter 1047 - 1044 Will Never Like This Dragon

Chapter 1047: Chapter 1044: Will Never Like This Dragon

Chapter 1047 -1044: Will Never Like This Dragon

“Everyone come out.”

“All elves come out, I have an important announcement!”

“Talking to you, dawdling around, come out quickly, or I’ll knock your teeth out!”

Jela loudly caused a commotion, turning the entire Worm Room area of the castle into complete chaos. Countless Little Minor Elves and Greater Elves were haphazardly flying and loudly clamoring in the corridors, creating a scene more tumultuous than a market square.

“Ula!”

“What is this fuss all about!”

“Jela is a bully!”

“Chirp chirp.”

“Bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble…”

“Huff puff.”

“Such an annoying Greater Elf.”

“Jela, are you trying to discuss the art of bondage with me?”

“I can’t stand this troublemaker of a Greater Elf, can’t you just play quietly, always finding ways to disturb my peace.”

Buckwheat Dragon Sprite Yati stretched lazily.

It was reading a book in its own Worm Room and didn’t want to pay any attention. As a Dragon Elf that had migrated from the Iron Dragon Chain Palace, Yati might have resolved its own issues. However, because of Jela’s meddling, it was always difficult for it to fully integrate into the new environment.

Thus, the role of the Elf Butler had not fallen to it—of course, it wasn’t particularly interested in being a butler either.

But that didn’t prevent it from looking down on Jela, how could a Greater Elf manage Dragon Elves!

Despite its desire to ignore Jela, the annoying elf from the elves, it was unavoidable and it saw her every day. Flame Castle, with its many elves and small rooms, was already working at full capacity, housing over twenty Greater Elves, more than two hundred Little Minor Elves, and over thirteen hundred Elf Bugs.

With so many elves, coupled with Jela’s explosive temper, it was a recipe for constant turmoil over every trivial matter.

Today was no different.

Although Yati did not leave its room, it perked up its ears to carefully listen, trying to figure out what mischief Jela was up to.

It planned to catch her in the act and thoroughly shame the pesky elf.

“Quiet!”

“Everyone be quiet!”

“Talking to you, what are you staring at, I’ll gouge your eyeballs out if you keep staring!”

Jela’s voice was always so energetic; Yati disdainfully curled its lip. It thought to itself, merely because she was Liszt’s first Little Minor Elf, she acted without any limits, she was bound to fall flat on her face soon!

After a good while of scolding.

The corridor finally quieted down a bit, it had to be said, Jela’s deterrence was quite effective.

Just then, Yati heard Jela loudly announce, “I’m telling you all something serious, starting today, I officially resign from my role as the Elf Butler to Liszt.”

A moment of silence.

Then, the corridor suddenly erupted into huge cheers.

“Shakalaka!”

“Ula!”

“Angchi Angchi Angchi…”

“You should have resigned earlier!”

“I see the light, dawn has arrived!”

“Chirp chirp.”

Countless Greater Elves and Minor Elves clapped their hands in high spirits, as if serfs had risen to become masters, filled with excitement. Some elves even pulled out Jade Powder and scattered it around the aisle at random to celebrate this memorable moment of joy. Of course, there were also Minor Elves who sneaked up to gather the fallen Jade Powder, happily stashing it on themselves.

Among them, one Little Minor Elf, caught up in its own delight,

flew right in front of Jela, made a face at Jela, stuck out its tongue, and began to show off, making blubbering noises.

However, the next moment, Jela, hands on hips, sent the Little Minor Elf plummeting from heaven to hell. Her fingers spread open, and her chubby little hands drew back and then fiercely slammed down.

Snap!

A crisp sound.

The Little Minor Elf, like a bullet shot from a cannon, crashed to the ground, a tangled mess, and then burst into loud tears.

The festive scene also cooled down with Jela’s slap and the Little Minor Elf’s crying.

Jela, hands still on her waist, shouted at all the elves in front of her, “Wah, don’t think that just because I resigned as the Elf Butler you can do whatever you want. Remember, my resignation is only temporary, I will return… Cherish the little free time you have now, because when I come back…”

With a huff, Jela turned around, leaving behind a resounding word, “Organize!”

Her transparent wings fluttered; she had already left the Worm Room area, not looking back as she flew out of the castle. This departure was a broad sky, a place where fish leap and birds fly, a rush towards a broader level of life, a persistent reflection on the future, and a break from the shackles of fate.

She left decisively.

Leaving the elves in the hallway looking at each other in confusion.

The scene that was supposed to be joyous was now dominated and overshadowed by fear. Many of them had not been at Flame Castle for long, yet Jela’s tyrannical image deeply penetrated their minds. From day to night, from reality to dreams, like a phantom looming over the castle.

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“Angchi, Angchi…” A carefree Little Minor Elf, after being dominated by fear for a few seconds, returned to its carefree self, grasping the Jade Powder it had collected and happily flying back to the Worm Room.

As if in a chain reaction, the other elves gradually returned to normal, staring, arguing, and the atmosphere slowly returned to usual.

However, for some reason, a few elves had a vague feeling that things were changing.

“What is Jela up to?” Pea Great Elf Ash, winding a rope around his wrist, pondered briefly. Unable to come to a conclusion, it quickly pushed thoughts of Jela out of its mind, returned to the Worm Room, picked up a scale from Grey Iron Dragon Ornn, and continued to sleep in bliss.

Buckwheat Dragon Sprite also wondered briefly why Jela resigned, but it really couldn’t be bothered with such an annoying ghostly elf and continued reading.

…

“Bard, hello, I am Jela, Liszt’s favorite Greater Elf.”

Jela flew next to the ear of Formless Dragon Bard, loudly introducing herself, trying to catch his attention. However, Bard merely raised an eyelid, then closed his eyes again, continuing to sunbathe on the top of Moon Mountain.

Even though Liszt had notified him, asking him to get familiar with Jela.

But dragons have their own character and hardly give a second glance to elves, beings even smaller than ants; showing itself was already giving face to Liszt.

“I want to like you, Bard, you should show some effort, only then can I like you,” Jela stated seriously, standing on Bard’s eyelid.

But the next moment,

Bard somehow procured a stick of Smoked Grass, placed it between his teeth, and began to slowly grind and chew it, quickly spreading the distinct smell of Smoked Grass over the top of Moon Mountain.

Jela’s eyes widened.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

On the fourth second, she suddenly covered her nose and yelled as she flew away, “I will never love a dragon with such a smelly mouth! Never!”

…

“So, Jela, are you giving up on Bard?” Liszt was inspecting the construction progress of Sun Moon Star Palace, listening to Jela’s endless complaints, and asked helplessly.

“He’s too smelly, Liszt, how can you stand him, aren’t you afraid of the smell?”

Liszt chuckled, “You get used to it.”

“I can’t get used to it, I want to switch to a dragon I can love.”

“Alright, then switch to Mountain Copper Dragon Mata; he’s just over there in the back mountain, I’ll send you there.”