The pet I raised comes from the second dimension.

Timeline: Donas and Arwen's first dragon slaying. In the real world, Huang Musong is taking Dorothy, Dorothy, and Su Qingyao on a campervan trip.
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Another world, the continent of kings, the heart of the cloud-shrouded desert.

Yellow sand swirls, and the wind is like a blunt knife.

The fierce winds repeatedly cleaved across the boundless desert, the reddish-brown sand scorching hot from the wind, each step causing a sharp, burning sensation. Only a blinding, hazy yellow remained between heaven and earth; even the sunlight was clouded by the sand and dust, the sun hanging in the sky like a piece of burnt, white jade.

The sand dunes stretch endlessly, seemingly without end. Where the wind blows, waves of sand surge, creating hollows that are quickly smoothed out by the shifting sands…

In the desert, Alwen walked ahead, her crimson armor soaked with sweat and clinging to her body. She stood tall and straight, her shoulders taut, the massive sword, half her height, resting diagonally on her shoulder in the sand.

The blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light.
The ancient patterns engraved on the spine of the sword are faintly visible in the sand and dust.

With each step, Alwen firmly planted her feet on the quicksand, her greatsword leaving a deep trail in the sand, which was then buried by the wind and sand.

Her brows were furrowed, and fine sand clung to her eyelashes, but she made no move to brush it away. Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and Alvin stared intently at the outline of the sand dunes ahead. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and even her breathing was slowed down. Only the tips of her ears trembled slightly as she caught the faint fishy smell in the wind.

Following behind Arwen was Donas.
Donas skipped and hopped, her chubby little body wrapped in a light pink short jacket, the hem of which rustled in the wind.

Clutching a toy sword in his hand,

The blade was engraved with crooked and twisted patterns.
This is Donas's most precious and favorite Doro item!

The little guy ran a couple of steps and then stopped, squatting down on the sand and rummaging through something, his big, round eyes wide open. His nose wrinkled, and a few grains of yellow sand clung to his face, making him look like a little fox that had just crawled out of a sand dune.

A moment later, seemingly having discovered something, Donas suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Alvin! Alvin! Come and see!" Donas picked up a stone, tiptoed to Alvin's side, and said in a clear and charming voice, "There are some little lizards here! They say there's a big shadow ahead, and a hot, scorching wind that smells terrible!"

Upon hearing this, Alvin stopped and looked down at Donas.

His tense lips relaxed slightly.
A barely perceptible hint of tenderness flashed across her wary, beautiful eyes.

Alwen lowered her voice and reminded her, "Don't run far, stay close to me and keep a distance of three meters."

"The dragon's aura is growing stronger; I'm certain it's nearby!"

His voice was deep and powerful, and as he lightly tapped the hilt of the greatsword with his fingertips, Alvin became more vigilant once again.

Donas stuck out her tongue, stuffed the stone into her pocket, and tightly gripped the hem of Alwen's armor with her small hands.

Her round face puffed out.

Donas proudly and confidently puffed out her little chest: "I'm not afraid! My sword can drive away evil dragons! I am the mighty Marshal Doro!"

He held up the toy sword and waved it wildly. His movements were a bit clumsy, but they were also quite sharp, and he looked pretty impressive.

With her eyelashes fluttering, Donas's eyes were filled with fearlessness, eager to personally participate in the process of hunting the dragon.

And then, in the very next moment!
The wind suddenly changed direction, bringing with it a strong, pungent stench, like a mixture of sulfur and rotting flesh.

The pungent stench immediately made Donas's throat tighten.

Alwen quickly shielded Donas behind her, holding her greatsword horizontally in front of her, the blade pointing directly at the sand dune ahead.

His eyes turned sharp.

Even the beads of sweat on his forehead seemed to freeze.

"Notice!"

Alvin uttered only two words, her voice icy, warning Donas to be careful.

Donas hid behind her. Her fur stood on end, and she looked a little scared, but she still bravely peeked out half her head. Her ears twitched slightly, and she made soft, murmuring noises that only small animals could understand.

A few seconds later,

Donas tugged at Alvin's hem.
Its voice was somewhat hurried: "The gerbil said that the dragon is hiding behind the dunes, and it's huge! Its wings blot out the sun, and its claws can dig through the sand! The dragon..."

in an instant,
Before Donas could finish speaking,
The sand dune ahead collapsed with a deafening roar!

Yellow sand surged into the sky, forming a huge sand curtain that obscured the entire sky.

A colossal beast slowly emerged from the sand, its entire body covered in jet-black scales, each scale the size of a shield, gleaming with a greasy, dark sheen in the sunlight. Sharp barbs lined the edges of the scales, producing a piercing screeching sound with every movement.

The behemoth had a massive head with two curved horns that stretched towards the sky like withered trees. Its eyes were a murky, blood-red color, and its gaping maw was filled with fangs. Saliva dripped from its fangs, corroding small holes in the sand.

Its wingspan is more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), and when it flaps, it stirs up a strong wind.

"It's a demonic dragon!"

Donas couldn't help but exclaim.

The dragon roared wildly as its territory was invaded.

The dragon's roar made Donas's eardrums hurt, so she quickly covered her ears and glared at the dragon with gritted teeth.

Alwen didn't retreat; instead, she took a half-step forward, the greatsword spinning in her hand with a sharp arc of light. Her eyes showed no fear, but rather a burning fighting spirit. Her eyebrows rose, and a cold, arrogant smile curved her lips. Her heroic figure was like a plum blossom blooming in the dead of winter.

"Donas! Quickly hide behind me and don't move." Alvin commanded in a deep voice, leaving no room for doubt, to protect Donas.

Sensing the hostility of Arwen and Donas, the dragon roared again, its giant claws slamming into the ground, sending sand and stones flying.

He lowered his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on the tiny human before him, and the even smaller Donas.

The dragon roared in a low voice.

It was clearly a mockery of the other party's overestimation of their abilities.

Alvin seized the opportunity, her feet slamming into the ground as she shot forward like an arrow. She raised her greatsword overhead and slashed at the dragon's forepaws!
The sword fell, whistling through the air, and struck the dragon's scales hard.

"clang".
A loud bang, sparks flying everywhere.

The dragon swung its claws in pain.

The immense force sent Alvin staggering backward.

The soles of the shoes left two deep marks in the sand.

Quickly regaining her footing, Alvin shook her numb arm; a slight trickle of blood seeped from the base of her thumb. She merely frowned slightly, her eyes still fixed on the dragon's vital points, preparing to launch a second attack…

Seeing that Arwen had been defeated by the dragon, Donas immediately stepped forward and mustered her courage to challenge the dragon.

"Bad dragon!"

"You're not allowed to bully Alvin!"

"Take this sword!"

After shouting, Donas immediately rushed towards the dragon, brandishing her toy sword and launching an attack.

Her little face turned bright red.

Eyes wide open,
Donas ran out looking sullen.

Running all the way to the dragon's base, Donas held her head high and shouted at it, "Bad dragon! Demon dragon! Damn thing!"

The toy sword was waved wildly.
He kept muttering to himself.

Donas cleaved the dragon's forearm with sword strike after sword strike.

Despite being the strongest Doro, Donas was still too weak and couldn't compare to the dragon from another world.

Enraged by Donas's provocation, the dragon lowered its head and spewed a foul stench at her.

Then,

The dragon swung its tail sideways.

The tail, thicker than a telephone pole, forcefully swatted Donas away!
The immense force struck her head-on, and Donas felt dizzy and was sent flying ten meters away.

Fortunately, the desert soil was soft, and Donas was not injured. After landing, she rolled around several times.

"Ouch~"

My butt hurts!

Donas held a toy sword in one hand and rubbed her bottom with the other. After confirming that she was alright, she continued to assume an offensive stance.

Seeing Donas being slapped away, Alvin's expression changed drastically, fearing that the reckless little one would get hurt.

He rushed over and hugged Donas tightly.
Arwen turned and used her back armor to shield herself from the corrosive, foul winds spewed by the dragon.
The tight-fitting clothes fluttered loudly as the dragon's breath swept through them.

Protecting Donas, Alvin rolled on the spot to avoid the dragon's breath range, then stood up and drew his sword to guard against the dragon.

A hint of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Alvin snapped, "Donas! Listen to me! Get out of here right now!"

Her tone sounded reproachful at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was actually worried. Donas shrank her neck, but still tilted her head back, pointing her sword at the area under the dragon's wings: "Alwen! Its scales are softest there, the little gerbil told me! It's afraid of being hit under its wings."

Upon hearing this, Alvin's eyes sharpened, and she looked in the direction Donas was pointing.

as predicted!

The scales at the base of the dragon's wings are lighter in color and not as thick as those on the rest of its body.

Alwen nodded, and without further hesitation, she put down Donas and attacked again.

Using her footwork, Alvin nimbly traversed the sand, skillfully avoiding the dragon's giant claw strikes.

The dragon's claws slammed into the sand, kicking up clouds of yellow dust. Each attack was powerful and heavy, yet it never managed to touch Alvin's clothes.

Alvin's figure appeared and disappeared in the yellow sand.

She was agile and graceful.
The greatsword was wielded with ease in his hands.

Each strike landed precisely on the gaps in the dragon's scales!

Several attacks, though not enough to seriously injure the dragon, were enough to make it frequently feel pain, and its roars became increasingly violent.

The dragon flapped its wings swiftly, soaring several meters into the air, looking down at Alvin and Donas from above, a dark red light gradually gathering at its throat.

Alvin's expression changed slightly, knowing that the next attack would be the dragon's full-force breath attack. She immediately shouted, "Donas! Get down! Dodge!"

The voice just fell,

A stream of dark red, scorching dragon breath erupted from the dragon's mouth.

Wherever it passed, even the sand and gravel were scorched and melted.

Donas dodged the dragon's breath in time and rolled to Alwen's side.

Alwen wrapped one arm around Donas and dodged to the side, the dragon's breath grazing her side and missing its mark.

As the dragon's breath dissipated, Arwen swiftly launched a counterattack, channeling all her strength into her greatsword. Leaping into the air, Arwen, along with Donas, charged towards the dragon, slashing at the scales on its flanks at the base of its wings!
Simultaneously,

Donas also swung her sword.
The toy sword also hit the dragon's side armor scales.

Arwen's sword strike was unstoppable, the blade precisely piercing the dragon's flank scales, its internal force shattering its internal organs. Donas's sword strike, seemingly powerful, actually only caused superficial wounds to the dragon.

only,
From Donas's perspective
It was his own sword strike combined with Arwen's sword strike that severely injured the dragon!
The dragon roared several times in a miserable way, its huge body twisting wildly as it fell from mid-air and crashed heavily onto the sand.

Alwen used the recoil to jump backward, retreating to a safe area to avoid being injured by the dragon's dying struggle.

The dragon struggled, its massive body churning violently, stirring up the yellow sand. Blood flowed incessantly from its side, staining large patches of sand red, and its scarlet eyes were filled with pain and rage.

Alvin walked forward slowly.

The greatsword was propped up on the ground.

She stared coldly at the dying dragon.

Donas jumped down from Alvin's arms, tugged at Alvin's clothes with her little hands, and looked up at him with great excitement: "You're so amazing! I'm amazing too! Our teamwork is awesome! We've slain that wretched dragon~".

With her eyes crinkling into crescents, Donas was so excited that her whole body trembled, and the corners of her mouth stretched into a wide smile.

Two small tiger teeth were showing.
Donas looks absolutely adorable.

Alvin looked down at Donas's reaction, and a gentle smile finally appeared on her face. She reached out and wiped the yellow sand off Donas's face, and lightly stroked the tip of Donas's nose with her fingertips: "Ah, yes, yes~. Thanks to you today, otherwise it would have been difficult for me to find its weakness."

Receiving Arwen's praise made Donas even happier, and she skipped and jumped for joy.

"Yay!"

"This marshal has successfully hunted down the demonic dragon!"

"When I get back, I'm going to brag to Dorothy and make them so envious."

"Hahaha..."

Donas ran in circles around the dragon, occasionally swinging her sword to continue attacking it and hasten its demise.

The dragon's struggles grew weaker and weaker until its body finally stopped twitching. Its blood-red eyes lost their luster, and its massive body completely ceased to exist.

The desert finally returned to calm, with only the soft sound of the wind blowing through the sand and the lingering stench of dragon blood in the air...

As the sun gradually sank below the distant horizon, its afterglow cast a warm red glow over the desert.

The wind has died down.

The yellow sand no longer ravages the land.

Instead, there was a slight chill before nightfall.

Arwen swung her greatsword, precisely slicing the tenderest piece of meat from the dragon's spine; the meat was firm and had a slightly fishy smell.

Finding a sheltered hollow in the sand dunes, Alvin gathered some dry poplar wood and lit a campfire.

The crackling flames dispelled the chill of the desert night, illuminating the surrounding sand with a warm glow.

The firelight reflected on Donas's face.
It stared intently at Alvin's next move, its eyes wide open.
Two lines of drool involuntarily trickled from the corners of his mouth...

All I saw was:

Alwen sat by the campfire, cutting the dragon meat into even small pieces, skewering them with sharpened dry branches, and roasting them over the fire.

Donas also squatted down by the campfire, her little hand supporting her chin, her eyes fixed on the roasted dragon meat skewers.

His nose twitched as he sniffed constantly, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Donas's dark eyes were filled with anticipation!
"It smells so good..."

With her left hand still clutching the toy sword, Donas occasionally poked the campfire with the tip of the sword, hoping the flames would burn brighter so that the dragon meat skewers could be cooked as quickly as possible.

Afraid of burning herself while playing with fire, Donas quickly withdrew her hand, looking mischievous and cute.

"Arwen, is dragon meat delicious?" Donas asked earnestly, tilting her head, her voice soft and full of curiosity.

Alwen flips the grilled meat.
The fat dripped down the dragon meat's texture, sizzling as it fell into the campfire, filling the air with its aroma.

Alvin glanced at Donas, then replied softly, "Try it and you'll see. Trust me, dragon meat tastes amazing!"

"Be careful, it's hot."

Take a skewer of roasted dragon meat.

Alvin blew on the steam and handed it to Donas.

Donas took it carefully, took a small bite, and her eyes instantly lit up.

Cheeks puffed out,

While chewing and nodding, Donas praised indistinctly, "Delicious! I never eat meat, but dragon meat is an exception. Dragon meat is so delicious~."

Donas's face was shiny with oil from eating.
They didn't even bother to wipe the charcoal ash off their faces.

His satisfied and excited expression made him look just like a little squirrel.

Alwen also picked up a skewer of dragon meat, took a bite, and replenished the energy she had exhausted from hunting the dragon in recent days.

After finishing her skewer, Donas leaned closer to Alvin and nuzzled her arm.

"I want to fight evil dragons with you again in the future!"

"I want to become as amazing as you!"

"I want to become Marshal Doro!"

Donas's pupils sparkled, full of determination and confidence, her little face radiating courage.

Alwen smiled, reached out and ruffled Donas's pink hair, and handed her another skewer of grilled dragon meat.

He didn't speak again.

Alwen watched with indulgent pleasure as Donas wolfed down her food.

As night deepened, the sky filled with stars, and the temperature dropped further.

The aroma of dragon meat wafted in the night breeze, mingling with the warmth of the campfire to create the most heartwarming scene deep in the desert.

Tonight is a special time for Donas and Arwen, a warm and intimate moment of companionship for one another in the desert... (End of Chapter)