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... to abandon the base and decided to ride on Zenodora’s back to Sandor.It would take a half day on a horse, but we would arrive in no time if we were carried by the upper rank Dragon. Since the soldiers wouldn’t be able to respond normally if a huge dragon flew, we should be able to get off just before the wall that protects the castle town.When I was thinking about which area was suitable for landing, Zenodora told me that he could see Sandor, but something seemed to be strange.

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