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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One: Mortarian

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According to the words of the survivors, the terrifying monster hidden in the sea of ​​forest has an extremely large size and an incredible speed. It is like a violent wind of death. Wherever the figure passes, the towering trees nearby are all Crazy swaying his own branches and leaves, making waves of terrifying rubbing sounds.

Suddenly, the entire logging squad, as well as a large number of horses responsible for transportation, fell into a pool of blood mixed with horror and poison. Those who survived by chance attacked themselves without even knowing what it was!

"The huge body, the extremely high speed, the sharp claws, the terrifying force enough to dent the chest, and the deadly poison...well, there is the most important one, which inhabits the forest. In, what monster meets this standard?"

Painhurs frowned. The unknown forest to the west was the closest to Skerrit's brilliance, and it was also the richest timber-producing area. It is very important for future development. The Blood Fury clan cannot give up control of this timber resource.

However, the army can't use it in the dark and dense forest, and the opponent has an extremely good concealment ability. With the entire army to encircle and suppress, it is likely to be destroyed one by one by the monsters hiding in the dark, and eaten a little bit by bit.

Then, you can only form a small team of elites to get information about the monsters first. In addition to the brave rouge horse and the pale warlock playing arcane, Painhurs also needs some powerful teammates.

The first to join the team is his own drow teacher: Herniwell. As an eleventh-level sorcerer who is proficient in shaping and spelling, her ability to cast spells surpasses the entire bloodrage clan-when Painhurs stepped into her tent, the high elf slave, a picture He looked broken after playing, with messy long hair and unclothed clothes. He shrank in the corner of the tent, sobbing and shivering at the same time.

Then, there is Hundreds of predators wearing eagle feather cloaks: Kuronia, even if the scope is extended to the entire council, he is also one of the most powerful scouts, strong and experienced.

Judging from the dense herpes on the wounded, and the foul-smelling water everywhere, this monster is a good hand at poisoning. Then, there must be some countermeasures against toxins.

Under the orders and oppression of the acting chief, in the Gothic crowd, Asana, a preacher and karma, reluctantly took off her white robe, revealing a heavy chain armor that shone with cold light. The accompanying drop hammer craftsman immediately presented a hard-headed hammer, a round iron-plated wooden shield, and a wooden crossbow that greatly reduced the number of pounds for the heroic female priest.

There are a lot of human druids, but there are only two people who reach level 9 and ignore the poison: the god-chosen descendants of the Jinlu clan, and Abhuos of the withered bone clan.

As a result, Painhurs contacted the Withered Bone Chief in the south through the communication network of Poetry Dead.

Abhors just happened to be bored in the south, and the work of treating the wounded had come to an end, and praying to Skerrit all day, as in previous years, there was no news. Therefore, when the boring Chief Withered Bones heard that a monster that threatened the safety of his friend appeared in the north, he immediately transformed into a gray falcon, and flew to Painhurs's side in just one day.

Reunited after a long absence, the Bloodfury clan held a banquet to welcome the arrival of old friends. Prepare for the action tomorrow morning.

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The next day, everyone woke up leisurely under the trembling noise of the Thunderbolt brand alarm clock. With a good salute, I came to the forest located in the west of the fortress.

Thousands of powerful towering ancient trees stood quietly under the golden morning sun. The brown tree trunks are covered with dense gullies and lines, like some kind of obscure ancient mantra. The endless green leaves form a magnificent dome of tree crowns, which are rubbed by the first breeze in the early morning. Below, there was a rustle.

Thousands of vines grow arbitrarily on the surface of the forest. They stretched, twisting their slender and weak green tentacles, winding up along the huge tree trunks. The body, which was verdant and dripping like a poisonous snake, was covered with tiny leaves, full of beautiful and beautiful unnamed flowers, clusters of small snow-blue flowers, forming a magnificent sea of ​​lavender flowers, extending to the end of the field of vision.

The six people moved forward cautiously in this secluded forest and flowers. Looking up, the lush branches of the trees are staggered. Twisted together, hundreds of layers of tender green leaves are stacked, almost shielding the golden sunlight from the sky, making everyone in the deep forest feel like they are on the dark bottom of the sea, and the birds walking through the forest are like passing by. Schools of cheerful fish in the ocean.

"It's not right, this is not a naturally formed forest. The traces of later revisions are too obvious." Abhuos looked down at the delicate flowers under the hoof, and unconsciously grasped the wooden handle of the sickle. The fierce rat sitting on his shoulder also opened four sharp front teeth

"For example?" Rouge Liema pulled out the heavily wound crossbow vigilantly. Being a female and a barbarian at the same time, her intuition is several times that of other people.

"Chief Christina, you see, the branches and leaves of ordinary trees are more luxuriant in the south than in the north, but these old trees seem to have been pruned by an obsessive-compulsive disorder. For the sake of beauty, they are forced to become bilaterally symmetrical.

And, to be honest, which jungle ground have you seen, isn't it covered with dead branches and leaves? And densely packed fungus? This forest is actually full of bright, snow-blue flowers-I am very knowledgeable, and I have never seen this kind of weird lavender flowers. "

"call--"

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept over everyone's heads, and thousands of green leaves danced their thin bodies in the storm, like huge waves of aquamarine green. Surging at the top of the forest! The deafening voice of Ye Wu rang back and forth in the deep and dim forest sea, causing everyone's heartbeat to speed up and the chills to stand!

"What's that just now? It's so loud! So fast!" Hennival looked back and forth nervously.

"Ask the animals that live in the forest." Abhuos raised a pale gray arm and tried to summon the birds and beasts in the forest-but nearby hovered in the sea of ​​trees, perched on the branches, and hovered. None of the thousands of flying birds around the centaur responded to the druid's call.

"Painhurs, you came to this forest just to get wood, right?" In an awkward silence, a cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the Chief Withered Bones.

"Yes." The pale white horse nodded.

"Give up-hundreds of birds near us are controlled by a more powerful existence! They are the eyeliners of the unknown life, scout! We were exposed to that thing the moment we set foot in the forest My eyelids are under my eyes! This kind of method is unheard of! For the sake of a small amount of wood, it is not worth irritating the existence of this level!!!"

With cold hands and feet, Abhors shivered, hissed and roared: "Hurry up! Get out before we get deep enough—"

Before the Chief Withered Bones had finished speaking, the terror lurking in the sea of ​​flowers in the forest was entangled, and he sensed the six people's intention to go. Numerous graceful shadows suddenly jumped from the depths of the canopy and surrounded the crowds! Everyone looked intently, and there were 14 long-eared elves?

"The hair is between pale yellow and copper, and the physique is closer to burly humans than thin elves-they are wood elves." Heniwell quickly recognized her distant relatives. "But how can these people appear here? Hundreds of years ago, the wood elves all migrated to the west and finally settled in Gaul, Britain and other places-as early as hundreds of years ago, there were no such guys in the East! "

Fourteen healthy and beautiful wood elf girls. It ignored the surprise of the visitors. They gently plucked the strings in their hands and played classical music hundreds of years ago. The beautiful faces are like dead souls who have lost their vitality, cold and without a trace of emotion.

Painhurs watched the developments vigilantly. Accompanied by classical elven music, towering ancient trees twisted their old brown bodies and turned into a huge lounge chair. Thousands of vines, like a sea of ​​snakes, crawling with their delicate body full of flowers, It is dotted with this primitive and huge wooden throne.

"call--"

A terrifying gust of wind once again swept over everyone's heads, accompanied by thousands of leaves, like a mountain and an overwhelming sea, a deafening trembling sound, a blood-solidifying terror pressure, covering everyone's heads!

"I remembered, I remembered!!!" Abhuos used the sacrificial sickle as a crutch, and barely maintained a standing posture in the huge terror that hit his heart. However, the dripping sweat instantly wetted his six limbs. The fierce rat on the chief's shoulder shivered like chaff. Soon, it foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes, fell directly to the ground, and passed out!

Magnus didn't seem to be affected, but the little red-skinned devil, who felt the huge threat, became invisible and disappeared without hesitation.

"Huge size, terrifying speed, lethal poison, excellent hiding ability, and this suffocating coercion... Damn! There is a green dragon entrenched in the depths of the forest!"

"Pain!!! Torture!!!"

The horrible waves of sound, dumb and thick, set off a wave of anger in the forest! The strong wind wrapped the green leaves and purple petals, floating around in the dark forest.

The giant dragon hidden in the sea of ​​woods is destroying the minds of the horses and horses step by step. The surrounding air, under the pressure of Long Wei, was as deep and solemn as the sea. Forcing everyone to lower their arrogant heads, bend their slender four hooves, six limbs and hundreds of skeletons covered with cold sweat, bones all over, creaking under the terrifying pressure!

Along with the ancient chorus of fourteen wood elves, the surrounding trees were twisted and deformed by the will of the green dragon, and one after another gave up a wide passage, like soldiers loyal to their duties, standing on both sides of the road, letting a huge terrifying emerald dragon The shadow, accompanied by the turbulent wind, flew from a distance.

"My hatred is burning in the void! The world is distorted and subverted with my will! Those humble nations will tremble in my anger! In the end, everyone will surrender under my wings! I, that is Mortarian! I am the master of this forest!"

The emerald green terrifying dragon slowly descended on the throne of ancient trees covered with vines and flowers. Finding the most comfortable posture, curled up in the snow-blue sky full of flowers. The wings covering the sky slowly contracted in the abdomen, and a dorsal fin extending from the top of the head to the tip of the tail along the spine of the dragon, like the sails of a wooden boat, swayed gently in the strong wind.

The green dragon's slender and soft neck, which was covered with clear verdant dragon scales, was like a terrifying giant python, winding and wriggling in the forest, causing the terrifying and terrifying dragon head to get closer and closer to the crowd. The vertical pupil, sharp like a needle, gleamed with a profound light that made people feel different.

"The two chiefs of centaur came to my garden at the same time...It's really a rare visitor." After feeling that he was full of force, Motarian satisfactorily put away his blood-coagulated terrifying dragon. The forked red tongue, like a poisonous snake, slowly squirmed in his terrifying mouth of the blood basin. The choking chlorine gas also spread out along the gap between his canines. Let a group of people cover their mouths and noses unanimously.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Two: You Lin Hua Hai

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The two hearts in Christina's body are beating crazily at an incredible speed, like two high-strength blood pumps, which increase the blood flow rate several times, like a red wave, madly washing her six limbs and white skin. , Slowly turned into a thrilling rouge face, with bright red fingers, clasping the primitive axe blade tightly, and assuming a fighting posture ready to go.

Hell...Everyone thought that there were just some tricky monsters in the forest, but that was just a problem. Although the Bloodfury Chief gave it enough attention, he still subconsciously took this action. , As a hunting activity to promote feelings and hone skills.

But... who could have expected that there is a real green dragon entrenched in this place? ? ?

Asana was soaked in cold sweat all over her body, and the thousands of iron rings of heavy chain armor, accompanied by the rustling of her trembling body, the barbarian priest unconsciously took a step back, at the Fortress of Viseurius, The green-skinned orc's two-footed wyvern once left an indelible psychological shadow on her.

Those monsters, like a terrifying death messenger, soared above the dim sky, their huge wings completely shielded the bright moonlight. Wherever the figure passes, there is a sea of ​​corpse mountains and blood! Under the fangs and claws, even the hardest riveted lock armor will be torn into bloody and terrifying cracks!

However, those bloated and clumsy two-footed flying dragons are like tiny flying insects and vigorous falcons compared to the emerald green real dragons sitting on the throne in front of them.

Hennival looked at the dragon in front of him with interest. In the underground of Egypt, there are countless black and deep dragons with abominable heads, and they maintain a good ally with the drow. Ancient Augustus also tame and enslaved a whole mountain range, with an IQ of ⑨ white dragon.

However, this was the first time she had witnessed this elegant dragon with slender limbs and scaly, like a green leaf. Well, the scales have turned emerald green, and the body is quite huge, even if he is not an adult, I am afraid he will live for ten years.

"This forest was almost completely corrupted by him-completely lost its geographical advantage. It was really a bit troublesome to fight."

Curonia slowly bent down his horse's hoof, picked up his eagle partner who was frightened by the dragon from the ground, carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and calculated the possible battle direction.

"It's not right, this green dragon slaughtered an entire logging team with the most cruel means. Now, why does it put on a welcome gesture? Wait, he instantly recognized the two chieftains... It's too weird to think about it. Could it be that this dragon has always been in contact with the council to some extent?!"

The cold sweat instantly covered Painhes's spine. The emerald dragon, inside the gentle and wise vertical pupil, seemed to hide a sea of ​​corpses, which was piled up by thousands of bones.

Motalian was lying on the throne of the ancient tree, just like watching an ant, proudly looking down at the people and horses on the ground.

With this green dragon as the center, one after another scarlet, evil, bloody stamen, like vicious, twisted fleshy tentacles, surrounded by layers of lavender petals, accompanied by every time Motarian is highly poisonous. His breath swayed wildly with his blasphemous and terrifying body!

When the green dragon breathed heavily and passed the lavender flower, the elegant petals of the snow-blue color would even reveal a group of dim skull patterns.

"Lord of the mighty Yulin Huahai, please forgive us for our rude offense. We don't know that this forest is your garden." Abhors bowed humbly. Try to avoid a conflict.

"call--"

Motarian, with his slender and elegant neck like a poisonous snake, slowly glided across the frantically dancing lavender flowers, making waves of creepy rubbing sounds. In an instant, Pain Hess, Christina, Curonia, Heniwell, Asana, and the five people beside Abhors burst into groups of lavender flowers flying all over the sky!

"Don't be surprised, the withered chief, the moment mortals set foot in my garden, they will be one by one. Lost in the sky of forest, I just wove some false illusions, the universal patriarch... ····Sorry, there are too many languages ​​and it is easy to cross words. It should be a religious sacrifice for people and horses. You will not panic because of the lack of compatriots during the journey."

"Where are the others!"

Seeing that the battle was unavoidable, Abhuos swung a sacrificial sickle that was soaked with seven toxins and drew a sharp arc in the air. The left hand, also reaching to the waist, stores the package of spell casting items.

Suddenly, fourteen female wood elves, who were lifeless like puppets, stopped playing and knelt to the ground, raising their hands above their heads, singing loudly with an extremely exaggerated vibrato!

"Dark shadows cover the sky! The extreme cold engulfed! Brothers siblings facing each other! The pale horse is crowned king!"

Abhuos slowly put down the sickle in his hand, a pair of beautiful turquoise eyes, full of fear and anxiety, this is a fragment of the prophecy passed down from generation to generation in the sacrifice of dry bones! He only told Chief Jinlu and Peinhes of the Bloodfury clan! He has been distressed. These two, who is the king who led them to rise in the prophecy?

However, why does this dragon know that the inside of the Centaur is almost the most secret prophecy fragment?

Looking at the Centaur Chief who was swallowed by fear and panic in front of him, Motarian's huge evil vertical pupils happily narrowed into a golden waning moon.

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At the same time, the other five people on the other side also looked at the teammates beside them in horror, bursting into lavender petals flying all over the sky. The six-headed Mortarian wriggled over the huge and vigorous body. In the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, I explained to six people what happened to them at the same time.

"So...after you slowly dispersed our group, you created five illusions and had a conversation with six people at the same time?" The well-informed Heniwell saw through the emerald illusion in front of him.

On the smooth and delicate palm like a black jade, a blazing flame was gradually extinguished into a wisp of green smoke. Because of the tension, the tight muscles of the whole body slowly relax.

The dragon in front of him was just a poser. I am safe for the time being.

"Then, let me guess, one of our people is very special to you. Your real body is talking to him/her. Then, which man and horse actually caused a What is the interest of the dragon? Or to say..."

The drow glanced at the wood elves choir around him, and said hesitantly.

"Could it be that you fell in love with that human girl???"

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three: Mouth and Honey Belly Sword

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Hennivale quietly looked at the green dragon in front of her. Mortarian is more burly and terrifying than other adult dragons. The bone-white fangs and sharp claws are obviously thicker than their counterparts. There is even a dark green dim pattern on the surface. The sharp claw tips occasionally ooze a drop of dark green viscous venom.

The emerald green scales enclosing the wings and tail of the dragon are also denser and thicker than other parts. These natural weapons of Motarian seem to have been tempered by him, strengthened, and even mutated to a terrifying level-the warlock swears that his fangs and claws are absolutely the same as the teeth of a poisonous snake, with a small gap in the middle. , Connected with the poison glands in the body. Otherwise, there is no reason to explain the terrible scene of his minions poisoning.

But, who can transform a green dragon so terrifying?

"I separated you for a reason, black bean sprouts. Would you like a glass of wine? My servant uses forest honey, freshly brewed honey wine."

Mortarian's phantom curled comfortably on the throne, and yawned a boring yawn. Wherever the slightly poisonous breath passed, countless tiny scarlet stamens swelled and twisted into countless blasphemous and terrifying flesh and blood. The tentacles, surrounded by snow-blue petals, dance wildly.

After hearing the low roar of the green dragon from deep in the throat, several sluggish wood elves also tremblingly lifted out a huge jar of honey wine. The headed wood elves clasped their hands together and chanted the sacred mantra religiously. , Reshape a piece of firewood into the appearance of a wine glass. From the tank, filled with a cup of fragrant wine, slowly walked towards the drow.

This phantom can not only make sounds, but also secrete toxins...

Herniwell took a step back slowly, with her smooth and delicate left hand, she quietly took out a small piece of transparent white glue from the wrapper around her waist. She chanted a spell softly, making her graceful and slender body gradually disappear in the green. In the dragon's field of vision.

"Grab her! Don't let the black bean sprouts run away!"

Motarian angrily raised his slender and burly huge body from the throne, and let out a terrifying low growl. The wood elves that were controlled by the corruption took out small bows and daggers, spreading them around, searching for the drow elves.

However, Herniwell did not run away. Instead, she rushed to the throne of the green dragon, and in front of Mortarian's astonished vertical pupils, she revealed her original form. Lifting both hands upwards, a surging arcane torrent, immediately centered on her, burst out in all directions! Where the arcane tide passes, all magic is immediately disrupted and destroyed!

Twisted and profaned flesh and blood tentacles turned into red stamens again, and the throne of the ancient tree straightened up his gully-covered body, turning back into a towering giant tree that obscured the sky and the sun. The horrible phantom of the green dragon was almost the same as that of the body. The torrent of arcane arts washed away into snow-green petals flying all over the sky.

See these visions. The manipulated and corrupted wood elves immediately turned back. They were like the ghosts of the forest, galloping freely on the complex surface of the vines. While running, they shot sharp arrows forged by monster fangs.

Herniwell hurriedly rushed into the sea of ​​lavender flowers, beaten in embarrassment several times, escaped a deadly rain of arrows, curled up behind the giant tree, and hurriedly chanted a mysterious spell. When the Wood Elf killed her, the drow's dark body once again merged with the forest and disappeared.

"Damn! Why is there an adult green dragon dormant in this wild land...Even if there are two toxin-immune horses, we don't have the slightest chance of winning. Go back to the Glory of Skerrit and gather reinforcements!"

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"Tsk, let her slip away, why is there a well-informed black bean sprout in this savage land, which has broken through my spell... Forget it, just a little ant."

Motarian frowned slightly, and then returned to normal. In an elegant and easy-going tone, he talked to the pale white horse in front of him. With a strangely forked red tongue, it was like a scarlet poisonous snake in the hideous and terrifying dragon. Inside the cavity, squirming dexterously.

"The dark shadow covers the sky, the extreme cold engulfed, brothers siblings facing each other, the pale steed was crowned king. Painhurs, you are the new king in the prophecy."

"Why, you know so much about the inside of the people." Painhurs became more vigilant in his heart. An unheard of dragon, knowing himself, and two centaur chiefs, is weird enough, he even knows this prophecy... According to Abhors, the person who knows this prophecy does not exceed ten fingers. The number!

"Roar--"

Motarian didn't answer his question, instead, from deep in his throat, he let out a muffled growl. On the side of the pale white horse, a few dull wood elves walked out immediately, and they tremblingly carried out an altar of freshly brewed honey. Wine, for Pain Hess, present a cup of fragrant golden wine.

The pale white horse took the honey wine from the wood elf, but didn't even have the slightest thought of drinking it. When he saw those lifeless puppets, a terrible thought slowly crawled into his heart.

"Could it be that some people in the council...have been corrupted by this green dragon? Just like the elves in front of them, they have become his puppets and playthings?"

"But, pale horse, you lack enough strength to compete with another prophesied woman-yes, according to the prophecy, you both can lead your tribe to revival. However, one country cannot tolerate two kings !

In terms of the army, the Jinlu clan has more than 10,000 personnel, half of the clan wear iron armor, and the magic equipment is countless. In terms of strength, the descendants of God choose to use all their hole cards, and in the case of a desperate fight, they can even severely damage the legend. You have no time, pale horse. "

Mortarian's words seemed like some kind of sweet poison, and the golden vertical pupils also bloomed with arcane ripples that were not easily detectable, slowly corrupting and eroding the warlock's thinking.

"But we can make a deal. I will give you enough strength, even enough army, to defeat the chiefs of the Jinlu clan, and then unify the entire council, for you and me, forging one, enough to conquer The great army of the whole grassland."

"I..." Painhurs was slightly shaken.

"Think about it, nine arrogant chiefs, humblely crawling under your hooves, the vast pastures, the livestock all over the mountains and plains, all your personal wealth, tens of thousands of stalwart soldiers, Screaming in the name of Painhurs, madly crushed all your enemies! How wonderful the future is."

Mortalian used illusion to show the white horse a picture of the future. In the illusion, the blood-colored skull banner swept through every city and village above Gredinian. He stood in front of a dying, blue wolf, and raised the axe in his hand high!

"I······"

Under the double corruption of the green dragon's words and magic, Painhurs fell deeper and deeper in this perfect phantom, his dark eyes were completely covered by greed, and his breathing became heavier.

Just as he was about to accept Mortarian's condition, an angry roar suddenly came from a distance! A scarlet mist of terrifying blood pierced the dense canopy of the sky, and rushed straight into the sky. The thick and sweet smell of blood dispelled the alluring fragrance of flowers enveloping the faintly poisonous gas.

Christina's bloody rage? !

Accompanied by the bloody arrogance, the green dragon's movements and spells stopped for an instant. The whole dragon seemed to be marked with a mosaic of emerald green scrolls, which became abnormally blurred, and every move was like an animation of falling frames. .

Taking advantage of this gap, Painhes, who had already felt something wrong, barely broke free from the shackles of illusion, and without hesitation he pulled out the giant axe on his side, the heavy blade, accompanied by the creepy whistling sound, A sharp curve was drawn in the air and slashed severely on Mortarian's dragon claws!

"Pouch"

The axe blade did not encounter any obstacles, easily embedded in the flesh and blood of the green dragon, the broken scales, flesh, and the dragon blood soaring to the sky, instantly turned into soft snow-blue petals, flying freely in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers. .

Along with this attack, the almost collapsed phantom also burst into clusters of elegant and simple lavender petals, which drifted away in the wind in front of Painhurs's eyes.

"Christina!"

Painhurs let out a panicky roar, and the four slender, pale horseshoes immediately turned into afterglows of ghosts and ghosts. The huge monster body, like a winter storm mixed with thousands of frost and snow, did not hesitate. Rushed to the depths of the forest.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four: Green Scaled Evil Dragon

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Time moved forward slightly.

Mortarian wove five vivid phantoms and dragged the five people, but the deity assumed a majestic and terrifying posture, and proudly descended in front of Christina.

The breathtaking dragon power that coagulated the blood, like a thick ocean, almost crushed the body and soul of the rouge horse, the green vines full of flowers, like a snow-blue giant python, around the bloodrage chief Winding and winding, spitting out countless horrible bloody tentacles!

"With you as a hostage, my white puppet may be more obedient."

Mortarian showed his arrogance as a giant dragon to the fullest, with a fierce aura, like a calm sea. Suddenly, a turbulent wave was set off, engulfing the desperate ship, swept away, and sank to the deepest. seabed.

"Roar!!!"

The bloody chieftain, who was sweating heavily and almost overwhelmed by Longwei, resembled a desperate female beast, uttered a desperate roar, accompanied by the deafening heartbeat, Christina's white skin suddenly turned into shocking The face of blood, the temperature of the body surface rose rapidly, and the body was covered in cold sweat, transpiring into blood-colored arrogance, straight into the sky!

The blood-colored pupils that were as bright as rubies, now, there is only endless madness. The battle axe in his hand, centered on her, draws a beautiful arc, cutting off countless profane vines.

"What the hell—"

Motarian frowned, and a mere man and horse had actually survived the ferocity-forget it, the hostages, just keep your breath, it doesn't matter if you mutilate.

Thinking of this, the green dragon raised his slender forearm high. Dripping venom, the unusually strong dragon claws drew a stern arc in the air, and slammed into a two-handed battle axe burning with bloody flames!

"boom!!!"

Christina swiftly flashed past the attacking poisonous claws, wielding a heavy battle axe in both hands, slashing fiercely between the fingers of Mortarian's two dragon claws. With an ear-splitting roar, Mortalian didn't move, and the rouge horse staggered back several steps instead.

The opponent's dragon scales were like indestructible steel, and the terrifying reaction force spread along the axe handle, and immediately shattered her bright red palms. The hot blood was almost instantly evaporated into a scarlet mist by the terrifying high temperature on the body's surface.

However, this heavy axe also chopped the dragon's relatively small emerald green scales, and made a shallow wound between his fingers.

Motarian put out a forked evil red tongue, and gently licked his wounds-the shallow scars healed as fast as the naked eye can see!

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"Painhurs! You are running the other way! East is behind you!"

Just as the pale white horse galloped, the light on his side suddenly distorted and deformed, revealing a very embarrassed, but beautiful and moving dark-skinned elf covered in mud and petals.

"Something happened to Christina! If it wasn't for the real body of the green dragon, a few wood elves would not let her go into a frenzy for the first time!" The pale horse hugged Herniwell and placed it horizontally. Shoulders. Ready to continue running forward.

"Let me down!!!" The female sorcerer's face was dark and mysterious, and she was shocked by her student's behavior. The vocal ray unconsciously raised an octave. Fight with an adult dragon? Are you kidding me again?

"No, the teacher is not timid."

Herniwell, who felt she was a little gagged, coughed softly. "You see, the six of us are tied together, and it is impossible to be an opponent of a giant dragon, and I am the only warlock who can use any door. As long as I leave this forest that blocks my vision, I can go as fast as possible. Rush back to the castle and call in reinforcements to come back and rescue you! Are you right?"

"It's okay, you two go to save people, I'll call for reinforcements. I fly faster than any door." Suddenly, the light near the two of them distorted again, revealing a little red devil. He gritted her teeth with a nasty smile.

"Also, I admit that I am timid."

"The faster you fly, the better." Painhurs rolled his eyes. He didn't expect Magnus anyway. He had the courage to attack a giant dragon, and immediately held the crying female warlock towards the jungle. Benz in the depths. Christina's angry battle roar, the arrogant roar of the dragon, and the frenzied friction of thousands of vines became clearer and brighter in the ears of the two!

"Let me down!!!" Herneval, who was picked up by her waist and turned pale, beat Painhurs on the back desperately.

"Being loyal to you is really the biggest mistake of my life! Even if you really want to fight an adult dragon, you have to do some preparations, right?"

"For example?" Painhurs showed no signs of slowing down.

"Summon a few thugs first, set a few life-saving spells. Then draw up some tactics! Remember! The dragon has the ability to deter all things, don't call a bunch of cannon fodder! Directly summon the strongest one!" Seeing no hope of escape, Hennie Val also accepted his fate.

"Also, when will I teach you to rush directly under the enemy's eyelids and cast the spell slowly?"

"That's right." The distraught pale white horse stopped galloping, murmured a word, and pulled the arcane energy flowing in the blood into a roll of tanned leather. Make it ascend and inflate into an invisible force field shield, gently shielding Painhurs' six limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

Next, the acting chief took another shot of [False Life] and [Increase Resistance], and then used the melted wax liquid to construct a three-ring interlocking, and the ring and the ring were filled with the call method of profanity. Array, summoned a scrawny, fierce dog that burned with hell flames all over his body. Deep in the throat and eyes that spit out gloomy hell fire, bursts of terrifying growls that seemed to come from hell.

While recalling the knowledge of dragons taught by Imperial College, Henrivel put on herself a [Mage Armor] and [Increase Resistance]. By the way, he used arcane magic to melt the candle and smeared it on the ground into a piece from the five rings. , A more complex, huge summoning formation with more profanity text.

Accompanied by the brilliance of the Austrian law, a cute bird and beast that is as big as a horse and is round and round, poking its head out of the wax formation, its huge body is covered with beautiful feathers that gradually change from brown to red, and its wings are small. Poor, I am afraid that he has no flying ability. What supports his actions are four slender, slender eagle claws growing on the abdomen, four sharp claws and a huge bird beak on the head, and at the same time gleaming sharp metal cold light!

"...Why is this local chicken again?" Looking at the funny creature in front of him, Painhurs recalled some bad past events.

"This is the strongest creature I can summon, and his magic resistance is quite terrifying, and he should be able to resist the green dragon's illusion. And I was drunk that time, don't mention it." The drow was a little embarrassed. Speaking of.

"One more thing, don't waste precious spell slots and casting time with Ghoul Touch. The dragon is immune to paralysis." Herniwell suddenly changed her language, her delicate red lips revealed a period of evil and hoarse purgatory. Language.

The creatures in the entire forest are the eyes and ears of the green dragon. It is impossible to hide it from him, but that dragon may not know the language of purgatory.

"I see." Painhurs understood. After mixing with Magnus for so long, he has reached an entry level for purgatory language.

The drow nodded in satisfaction. He took out a few eagle feathers from the inside of the package. Accompanied by two loud eagle cries, he showed himself and Painhurs the "Eagle's Prestige", and let the charm of the two be in a certain period of time. , Has improved.

"Let me talk about the battle plan first. I use deafness, and you use blindness. First, we have to abolish the sight and hearing of this dragon, and then send the summoned beast to suppress it. We will output it in the back and use a spell. , Immediately change a position, don't be close by him! That dragon is more burly than the others of its kind, and its fangs and claws are thicker. I'm afraid it is extremely good at melee combat.

"Understood, the green dragon must be ready for our sneak attack, but he doesn't understand our plan! You are invisible, and I will rush out first. If the dragon rushes towards me, you will attack from the side. I'm here to send a poisonous dragon breath... Then I will let him understand what "surprise" is."

"Okay, let's go." Herniwell gritted her teeth, cast an invisibility technique again, and disappeared in the forest.

Painhurs touched the witchcraft crown on his head, like a pale ghost, and rushed into the battlefield in an instant. As he expected, Mortalian had already discovered the whereabouts of the two, the emerald dragon twenty feet away, He slapped the obstructive rouge horse with a slap, took a deep breath, and opened a big mouth full of sharp fangs dripping with poisonous liquid in his direction!

In an instant, violent winds and tyrannical air currents, entrained in corrosive and highly toxic gases, are like dark green stormy waves, gushing out from Mortalian's mouth! ! !

Under the violent wind, the pliable vines were steadily broken, and the sea of ​​flowers all over the mountains was crushed into the tiniest dust. Even the towering giant trees were torn apart by the terrifying wind. Bark!

Where the dragon's breath passed, the thick earth was ploughed into deep gullies, and all the soil was lifted into the air, turning into yellow sand in the sky! Exposed section after section of the root system of ancient trees in Panzhi.

The poison engulfed in the wind is more like the hand of death, shattering the lives of everything. The forest creatures wrapped in the dragon's breath stiffly fell from the branches. Hair, flesh and blood, and even hard bones are all corroded by toxins at a speed visible to the naked eye! Wherever the poisonous cloud passes, the towering giant trees wither and rot!

Standing at the center of the dragon's breath, Painhes, who watched the dragon's breath for the first time, stared in shock at the picture of natural disasters in front of him. It's like a horrible scene of the end of the world! Compared with the real dragon, the dragon descendant bear goblin: The breath of Manclaw is simply a child's toy.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Five: The Clam of Life Extension

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Painhurs sighed with the extremely terrifying picture of natural disasters in front of him, and immediately turned around and ran away-on top of the witchcraft crown of the nine demons dancing around, two stubborn golden devils were draped at both ends, flashing pink and green at the same time The dim light.

Mortalian's corrosive breath was mixed with paralyzing neurotoxins to ensure that the prey was stiff and paralyzed in the dark green poisonous cloud. He watched his flesh and blood body, corroded by the green dragon's breath. The white bones dissolve and collapse into the smallest dust.

However, the neurotoxin was easily disintegrated by the emerald jade, and the soul of the ghost gave the white horse a reflection ability different from ordinary people, allowing him to rush out of the surging wave of death at the fastest speed!

"Heniwell! It's now!" Painhurs endured the pain and began to cast the spell.

After all, he was a step slower, and the dark green poison flooded his heels. The smooth and supple coat wilted in an instant, and the thick horsehide was also corroded by the dragon's breath in an instant, exposing large stretches of delicate and damaged pink muscles. With a little effort, you will feel a pain in your heart.

Fortunately, there was a layer of life energy constructed by arcane arts, which helped him offset a certain amount of damage. Otherwise, the hoof might be completely destroyed.

"I see, I am your teacher, and I don't need a reminder from an apprentice!"

A dark and gorgeous phantom, accompanied by a twisted light, suddenly appeared on the right side of the dragon, accompanied by a blasphemous death chant, endless negative energy, poured out of the palm of the drow, and turned into countless ways Withered beams of entangled ghost bones.

Thousands of ghosts roared, wailed, and pierced the dim air with a scream, rushing into the side of the green dragon's brain, inside the hollow of the leather board.

Motarian's world fell into deathly silence in an instant.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly attacked by someone, the green dragon immediately squirmed his slender neck like a poisonous snake and looked in the direction of the drow. The cold and evil vertical pupils were filled with hatred.

At this moment, Painhurs was holding back the heels corroded by the dragon's breath, and the sharp pain that was burning like a blaze, completed his spell, and the second wave of beams constructed by thousands of bones whizzed and torn apart. The air rushed into Mortalian's iris, covering the pair of terrifying vertical pupils with a blue death shadow.

"Bless the spider queen! Both spells were successfully hit!!!"

Herniwell wiped the sideburns because she was looking directly at the green dragon, and she shed fearful sweat, and hurriedly directed the summoned monster to kill in the direction of Mortarian.

The Hellhound clamped the tail that was burning with flames and looked at the huge emerald dragon that exuded a terrifying coercion. He trembled in fear, and let out a resisting growl with sobs.

And the huge parrot beast barely resisted the intimidating dragon. The plump bird swooped, two sharp front claws like steel, scratched two on the surface of the solid dragon scale. The white seal and the sharp beak spit out a thick black smoke, and instantly shrouded the two behemoth beasts in a suffocating black mist.

"Christina! Here! Quick! Let's go!"

Numerous clusters of creepy bloody mist drifted out from every pore of Painhurs' right hand. Like countless illusory ghost snakes, wriggling their bright red bodies, wrapped around the five fingers of a pale white horse, looking from a distance, five thick, condensed blood mists almost turned into five sharp crimson blades.

While calling out the name of his lover, Painhurs took out a lively frog from the package, wrapped it in the blood mist of the five fingers, and gently pierced into the body of the amphibians, absorbing his life energy frantically, and inputting it The six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of the warlock temporarily repair the hind feet corroded by the dragon's breath.

Since comprehending the spell [Vampire Touch], the acting chief is used to carrying some small animals with him as his own blood bottle.

After hearing the lover's voice, the rouge horse was burning with blood mist all over his body, and quickly approached Painhurs. She was covered with scrapes and scratches all over her body. Although she was very embarrassed, there were no fatal wounds.

It seemed that Motarian had just been monitoring the positions of the two of them, and did not make every effort to deal with the people in front of him.

"Your concubine was rescued, now you can go!" In the distance, Herniwell's voice was trembling. "Do you really want to go to war with a giant dragon?"

Seeing the shivering Hellhound lying on the ground not far away, and the bruised rouge horse, Painhurs deeply realized his insignificance and nodded silently.

But at this moment, Mortarian let out an angry roar, a raging gust of wind, with every flap of his wings, everyone could not open his eyes, the suffocating black mist, and the storm that was triggered by the dragon's wings in an instant. Blowing away, although he has lost sight and hearing, the extremely keen sense of blindness of the dragon can still make Motarian feel the place of everyone!

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by a blood-coagulated terrible dragon roar, he used his front paws and beaks to attack his parrot beast frantically, and immediately froze in place, unable to move, and his pupils became extremely dull.

In its subconscious, he was entangled by countless ancient trees and couldn't get rid of it. Therefore, all resistance was stopped directly, but all that was just an illusion that Motarian brought to it.

The green dragon grinned and stretched out a slender, burly front paw, just like an emerald green python, biting on the parrot beast. The sharp claws pierced easily and tore the splendid feathers of the other side. Deeply immersed in the body of the walking chicken, a pool of red and bloody waves splashed.

Mortalian, was slightly modified and mutated by an unknown evil god. Inside his head and limbs, extra poison sacs grew out of them, connected with fangs and claws-these dragons' natural weapons, and a thin hole was cut in the middle, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

Under the squeeze of the muscles, the deadly poison stored in the poison glands followed the hollow claws of the green dragon and injected all of them into the body of the parrot beast. The walking chicken uttered a mournful cry. The four slender claws were violent. Shaking away, unable to support his huge body anymore, in the end, he fell weakly inside the blood-stained sea of ​​flowers.

"Talking to monsters and barbarians is really a waste of time. I just use overwhelming power to conquer you."

Motarian, who had lost both senses, still maintained an unusually calm. The towering old trees in the sea of ​​flowers in the forest, twisting the ancient huge brown body, wriggling the complex root system, accompanied by the thorns and vines full of snow and blue flowers, surrounded the nearby clusters and instantly turned into an impermeable tree. The cage blocked the way of everyone.

"Run towards me!"

Herniwell in the distance once again summoned an arcane torrent to disperse part of the evil dragon's spells. The two twisted and corrupted giant trees were restored to their original state, and some loopholes appeared in the cage.

However, this time, Mortarian's body was right beside her. After feeling his own magic and being relieved by others for a small amount, the emerald evil dragon took a deep breath, and while repairing the broken Lai Cage, it aimed at the dragon's kiss full of poisonous fangs. The direction of the drow warlock.

Herniwell, who was soaked in cold sweat, examined her situation.

The hideous and terrifying Mortalian lay in front of him, brewing a venomous breath that corrupted all things. The deep forest cage behind him was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two half-man, half-horse monsters, There was at least a hundred feet away from her—she didn't have time to wait any longer.

In despair, the drow's rapid breathing became heavier and heavier, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. The lavender eyes and round pupils became longer and sharper.

"I am very happy during my time with you."

Herniwell waved her hand regretfully at her student. Her narrow vertical pupil, staring at the sea of ​​flowers outside the cage, her delicate lips, quickly chanted a mysterious spell, corroding the dragon's breath and transforming it. The dark green wave that obscured the sky completely submerged himself at the moment, tearing a dark door in the air and disappearing from Painhurs's sight.