The Greece Antagonist

Some splattered onto Bagster's body and face, while others scattered around, making the scene bloody and cruel.

Similarly, Bawansi wasn't in much better condition on the other side.

The blood-red long whip wildly swung in all directions, and the thorny spikes extending from the whip's body dismembered the few remaining two-legged flying dragons, drenching Bawansi's body in blood, making her skin even paler and more translucent with an excited and crazed expression.

A pair of exposed deer hooves hopped and danced over the fallen pieces of the two-legged flying dragons in the puddles of blood and flesh, making a "squelch-squelch" sound that grated on the nerves.

Morgan frowned deeply at the sight.

The pair of elf knights under her command indeed possessed extraordinary combat talents. If properly nurtured, they both would eventually become Fairy Kings of the Great Mother level, with the power to contend against ordinary chief gods.

But despite their strengths, they also had severe personality flaws.

One was a battle maniac prone to losing control with a bizarre appetite;

The other was an ill-tempered little rascal who enjoyed causing trouble and drinking blood.

If she, as their "mother," were careless and relaxed her supervision, these two elf knights might lose control and create a calamity rivaling the Catastrophe of the Frenzied Hunt with their powerful talents.

No wonder the prophecy of Fate suggested that I need to bring these three elf knights under my control to maintain stability in Britain.

It turns out they were not only the sword for establishing order but also a trigger for turmoil.

Only by placing these three elf knights under the supervision of her, the Fairy Queen, could Britain remain at peace.

Morgan rubbed her somewhat sore and swollen brow and scolded:

"Now that the enemies are dealt with, stop. Look at what you two have become?"

As the cold voice entered their ears, Bagster and Bawansi, who were engrossed in sadistic pleasure on the battlefield, snapped back to reality, hastily wiping the blood and ash off their faces, and sneakily returned to their mother, Morgan.

However, the filth and strong smell of blood covering the two made Morgan wrinkle her brow, barely resisting the urge to scold them again.

"Ahem, it seems there was some disturbance in the area ahead, and the sky is about to darken. Venturing into unfamiliar terrain at night isn't in our favor. To be safe, how about we rest here tonight, investigate the situation ahead, and continue our exploration with renewed energy in the morning?"

Luo En coughed slightly and stepped forward to mediate.

Morgan nodded, swallowing her words of reprimand.

Earlier, they hardly stopped on their journey to find Albion's Tomb as quickly as possible, leaving them inevitably physically and mentally fatigued.

And now, Bagster and Bawansi seemed to be showing signs of losing control, making it unsuitable to continue advancing.

Comparatively, the only concern for Vivian in the team was another question:

"What are we having for dinner?"

"How about trying grilled dragon meat? I'll cook," suggested Luo En.

Slurp...

Vivian instinctively moved her throat, swallowing her saliva hungrily, and nodded excitedly:

"Great! That's settled. Let's gather ingredients and pick up some firewood nearby!"

Saying this, she called Bagster and Bawansi, the two elf knights, to prepare for the impending feast.

That Death Nightmare Demon really has a knack for cracking jokes.

Luo En shook his head and then cleared a space for the fire and meal preparation.

Morgan and Habettlot took charge of setting up camp on the spot and constructing magic defense spells for security.

Soon, bright flames flickered and danced in the darkness, making the skewered two-legged flying dragon meat on the turned branches crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sizzling with juice.

The rich aroma wafted through the air, and the few companions in the camp couldn't help but gather around the fire, staring intently at the turning skewers, saliva continuously flowing.

Even the proud Morgan couldn't help but have her appetite whetted by the fragrance.

"Alright, give it a try."

Accepting the skewer from Luo En, Morgan removed her veil, opened her cherry lips, and took a small bite.

The rich and crispy meat flavor, coupled with the perfectly balanced juices and spices, formed a rich complexity that made her eyes brighten, prompting her to bow her head unconsciously.

She never imagined that food could be an enjoyment beyond merely filling the stomach.

And soon, she quickly devoured the several skewers of grilled meat in her hand.

For a deity with strong digestive capabilities, if one doesn't suppress their appetite, this amount isn't even enough to fill the gaps between teeth.

However...

"Delicious! Mmm... so tasty, meow... I want more! Twenty more skewers!"

"The two hind legs on the rack are mine!"

"I want a whole one!"

Having just finished the battle, Habettlot, Bawansi, and Bagster, the three elves, couldn't wait to request extra servings before even catching their breath.

"So, what do you think? Didn't I tell you guys? What our teacher cooks is definitely worth it," Vivian boasted triumphantly while using "helping" as an excuse, first snatching the freshly grilled skewers.

This act of keeping the food to oneself incited the wrath of the other elves, prompting them to rush forward to fight over the food.

Vivian, while using illusion techniques to evade, shielded the food and did not forget to throw a few taunts, naturally provoking a more intense group brawl and targeting from the elves.

Figures moved about wildly in the camp, with shouts, curses, and pleas echoing non-stop, filling the surroundings with a lively atmosphere.