Chapter 43: Bad dragon
Rand felt the wet heat in his claws, and the dragon's face changed slightly to reveal a look of disgust, but he didn't drop it immediately.
Instead, he threw it violently when he noticed another guard appearing on his side!
Boom!!!
The unlucky egg was like a discharged cannonball, smashing into another guard with a boom like a sonic boom!
But Rand's luck seems to be a bit bad.
This hit was empty!
The unlucky man did not even scream, then burst into countless pieces of flesh and blood mist!
The guard next to him felt the roar in his ears and was smeared with blood mist and broken flesh!
"Ah !!!!"
His expression froze for a moment, and like a frightened woman, he burst out with a shrill cry!
"Tch!"
The dragon smashed his mouth, a little dissatisfied with his accuracy, but did not give up on this, but accelerated to fly over and once again copied this unlucky guard by hand!
After that, in the fast flight, smashed into the other unlucky people who found it!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The screams of the human cannonballs were accompanied by a roar, part of their flesh and blood was viciously embedded in the ground, and part of them were scattered all around, the scene looked extremely tragic.
Just like an ordinary person stepping on a mine! Exploded a pulverized body.
But several times in a row, Rand fell short.
This makes him look a little annoyed, again copied a bad egg, he deliberately close to another target a dozen meters, before the claws in the bad egg thrown!
The two unlucky eggs collided with each other and burst apart!
It was like hitting a home run.
The dragon let out a low roar of excitement, as if celebrating his precise throw!
He was behaving like a demon!
No! I should say it was worse than the devil! The strong laughter almost stopped the heart! Cold sweat was pouring down their bodies!
Everyone was afraid of being caught by the dragon like a little worm!
Fear of not being caught again, but being hit by the dragon's human cannonball!
Death! Death! Death! Death!
The flight speed of the giant dragon far exceeded their escape speed.
They seemed to have only one way to die.
Having figured this out, some guards even stopped running and stood still like a log, closing their eyes and accepting their own death.
Others fell into complete madness and turned around and attacked towards the dragon!
They drew the sword at their waist and stabbed it as the dragon grabbed him!
How they hoped that the sword could pierce the dragon's claws and make him wail in pain!
Then, they are like those books, the legendary dragon warriors, under the mysterious power, a leap to the neck of the dragon, a sword cut off the head of this evil dragon!
But the reality, far more cruel than imagined!
By their last hope of the sword, in stabbing the dragon's claws, by the fierce force of the rush away!
After piercing a little into the scales, it could not continue to pierce so much!
The sword blade bent! Finally turned into countless sharp pieces of iron shot around!
Snicker, snicker, poof, poof!
A fragment, directly cut the guard's arm, neck, and even pierced his eye sockets!
They hadn't even made real physical contact with the dragon! They had lost half their lives!
After that, they were grabbed by the hand! Thrown!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The desperate wailing and screaming of the fugitives.
Accompanied by the roar of excitement and loss of the dragon lost from time to time because of the throwing hit, resounded in the grassland.
Painting a picture like hell!
All this said quickly, the actual occurrence is only a dozen seconds.
The dragon's target, also quickly converted into a dwarf.
This dwarf is no other than Bloodhammer himself.
The dragon was about to grab the dwarf like those guards and throw it.
The dwarf found something wrong behind him, listening to the whistling of the dragon flapping its wings and the maniacal laughter in the approach, he turned his head violently and saw the pursuing dragon.
This made his face gloomy, black as ink!
He knew that the time had come to decide whether he would live or die!
Take a deep breath.
Dwarf Bloodhammer quickly pulled out a few strange black spheres from his arms.
The dragon, who had been approaching high in the rear, had attention to the movements of his prey.
A hint of contempt inevitably flashed through his hot, crimson, blood-shimmering eyes.
With the dragon's heritage, he could see at a glance the origin of such an item.
This is a black powder bomb produced by gnomes.
By throwing, after a violent collision to produce flame and explosion damage.
But the power, it is estimated that less than half of the fireball magic, a little grenade meaning.
Against ordinary people, naturally, there is no disadvantage, even some adventurers, if not prepared to be hit, may also be killed in one blow!
But this kind of thing, want to use against him? A flame-attribute dragon?
Are you sure this is not a joke?
Give him a bath to remove the dust is more like it!
He could even stuff these black powder into his mouth and eat them as jumping candy!
"Evil Dragon! This black powder is not aimed at you! You want the merchant's treasure, right? Then keep a good guard there!"
With that, the dwarf spun around and threw himself! Throwing several black powder!
Although Dwarves are short, their limbs are extremely sturdy and strong, and they naturally have more strength than humans.
Not to mention a level 10 warrior?
Although when facing the dragon, they behaved like a mole and retreated without a fight.
But their strength is unquestionable.
Several black powder bullets, after getting off, were like a bullet, whistling, spanning a distance of two or three hundred meters, viciously smashing into the four directions of the caravan!
The next moment.
Accompanied by a roar.
Four flames burst out of thin air and set the surrounding grass on fire! The flames began to spread out to the surrounding area!
"Damn Bloodhammer! You bastard! You bastard who reneged on your vows! How dare you try to set fire to us! You're not even a dwarf! But a vicious demon! Demon!!!"
The Chamber of Commerce cadre, Aganf, had been paying attention to all the dragon's actions, and was fluking in his mind when he saw him chasing the fugitive further and further away.
Perhaps ... this evil dragon will soon fly far away.
By the time he fell to the ground to play dead, may not be able to escape a lucky death?
But now what?
That damned dwarf! He actually used a black powder bomb and ignited the surrounding grass! The flames were already spreading towards the goods and him!
He was trying to burn him to death!
How could he, a man with injured legs, get out of the fire?
He didn't die at the hands of a dragon! He was going to die at the hands of a dwarf!
Until now, he was facing almost certain death!
How could he not be angry?
If he could turn back time, he would have his guards shoot this damn dwarf into a hornet's nest!
Not to mention that he wouldn't come to this trade route for a little profit!
Damn intelligence organization! Damned Chamber of Commerce executives! It's all these idiots! They got him killed!
Arganoff cursed and cursed these bastards in his mind!