Chapter 146 146. Great Escape

Drake stood there, his black hair pushed back, his dark eyes firm, and a scowl on his face. In his hands was a long stick with a stone at its end, sharp-pointed.  Isolde turned her head. Was it a spear? Where had he gotten a spear? The dragon moved, and Isolde yelled, "Drake!"

The Dragon couldn't...

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