The strong man jumped off the head of the black dragon

Although he managed to shoot down the Black Dragon, his condition did not look good

His fighting style, which had no dodge and no defense, made his whole body blistered and charred by the dragon flames, which looked particularly terrifying

The strong man didn't care about the injuries on his body, stretched his waist and twisted his neck to make a crackling sound

"What a hassle......

Looking at the scenery in the sky, he frowned

The strong man's heart is actually not as arrogant and crazy as he shows, but it is different from ordinary people's delicacy

As a warrior, he is a king, and he needs to bear the fate of the entire tribe and country more than the fun of fighting

On the battlefield on the ground, he is not worried, even if the other party has magical support, no one has any relationship, because his troops are not weak, and every warrior in it is a berserker, and they have been blessed by the god king Odin. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The real trouble is the battlefield in the sky

The tame flying dragons in those tribes are obviously the strongest flying race in the world except for giant dragons, but they are still at a disadvantage, even if the strong man takes action to solve a strong enemy, there is still no change.

The enemies are different from the simple Wyvern troops on this side, they are a large army of mixed races, a group of dragons such as black dragons, white dragons, green dragons as the main force, mixed with other flying species such as thunderbirds, wyverns, griffins, vampires, etc

There was no order, no skill, no sense

Dragons and other creatures have nothing in their eyes but the desire to kill and eat, and this makes their battles even more frantic

The most striking thing in the sky, besides the dragons, was a flock of ptarmibirds, gathered together next to a dark cloud, constantly using the flickering arcs of electricity in the dark clouds to strengthen themselves

, gathering strength and preparing for a powerful attack.

"Legendary Magic [Thundercloud Storm]?"

As a king, a legendary powerhouse, such an eye still exists, and seeing the movements of the Thunderbirds, he can also guess what the other party is doing.

The real trouble with the Thunderbirds is that they can cause qualitative changes as long as there are enough of them, and they can control huge amounts of energy with their mortal bodies, and then use magic that reaches the level of legends.

"It seems that the Wyvern Legion is not an opponent at all, will it still lose in the end, but losing now and losing after are two different things. ”

"As long as this side of the sky holds out until the battlefield below is victorious, it is enough. ”

Knowing that now was not the time to think about anything else, the strong man jumped up again, aiming at the dark clouds gathered by the ptarmigans in the distance

If the Thunderbirds are comfortable preparing their magic, then their own air force may not last even an hour before it is completely wiped out

And if the air force is not contained, it will not be able to maintain its current superiority under the attack of the air and land in the opposite place

As the altitude climbed, the strong man quickly reached his destination, and then reached the peak and fell down, but he did not panic, but reached out and grabbed a thunderbird that had no time to dodge, and carried the flickering arc on the other party's body, grabbed its wings with both hands, and rode on this unlucky thunderbird with one turn.

Without giving the opponent a chance to struggle, the strong man's ten fingers were closed, and the blood splashed through the feather skin, accurately inserting into the heart of the thunderbird under him

"The first"

Feeling the familiar softness of his fingertips, the strong man knew that he had successfully broken his opponent's heart, and without any pause, his feet were on the ground, rushing towards the second target like an arrow from the string.

With a terrible bird cry and a sharp pain in his heart, the ptarmigan sensed what was happening, and then fell down like a kite that had dropped its strings

"The second one"

Before the body of the first Thunderbird could fall to the ground, the brawny man had already killed the second one, and then continued on to the next target

The mournful cries of birds came and went, and each mournful cry represented the death of a thunderbird

By the time the flock of thunderbirds had all come to their senses and dispersed away from this dark cloud, this dead area, the remaining number could be counted with one pair of hands

"Hahahaha...... It's a pleasure!"

The strong man stood on the head of a flying dragon, his face was covered with blood, although he successfully lifted the magic of the Thunderbird group and killed most of the Thunderbirds, but the opponent's counterattack also made him uncomfortable, and under the blood was charred skin and paralyzed and necrotic muscles.

"Roar!"

Without giving the strong man a chance to rest and recover, a white dragon flew over, and a mouthful of dragon flame mixed with an arc of electricity went down

The strong man reluctantly cut and jumped up from the dragon's back, dodging this attack

And his mount was not so lucky, even if he flapped his wings desperately, and kept holding out a column of water composed of acid against the attacking dragon flame, it had no effect, and finally turned into black coke and fell into the clouds with a desperate wail

"One for two...... Are there five of them?"

After leaving his mount, the strong man, who could not borrow his strength in the sky, was rapidly falling downward, and his enemies were clearly not going to let go of such a good opportunity

In addition to the attacking white dragon, there were two green dragons and two other white dragons surrounding them

"Ah...... It's a real trouble, it's a real problem, it's really a problem not to fly. ”

Faced with such a critical situation, the strong man's face showed a little distress, and he stretched out his hand and scratched his head, but it was bare, and he remembered that his hair had been burned off in the battle just now, and his bare head reflected a dazzling golden light in the sun

"In that case, I'm going to have to take this out. ”

"Try it and see if they say it is as good as they say. ”

The strong man pulled out a longsword that shone red from his void, this long sword was originally a treasure belonging to the Fiening region, but it was given as a gift to ask the strong man to help him find the missing king, and if it were not for the invasion of Atira, the strong man would have now set foot on the peninsula called Jutland.

At first glance, you can see that the powerful weapon has aroused the greed of the dragons around them, and for the dragons who like to collect treasures, it is simply a gorgeous medal, and as for the strong man, they completely ignore it

Even if he had witnessed the scene of the strong man killing the black dragon and destroying the Thunderbird group before, he could not make the arrogant dragon put away the contempt in his eyes

"Go. ”

The strong man took the long sword and threw it at the fastest white dragon like a javelin, and he slowed down with the reaction force of the throwing and landed on the back of a flying dragon

Facing the attacking long sword, the corner of the white dragon's mouth pulled up a mocking expression, and with a flap of his wings, he moved a few meters horizontally, successfully dodging, and let the long sword fall into the air

But before he could fly a few meters forward, he only felt a pain in his back, and a feeling of weightlessness suddenly came.

The white dragon lowered his head and saw that a hole the size of a head had been opened in the original position of the dragon's heart, and his heart had been broken into several pieces.

Before he could scream, his eyes went black, he lost consciousness, and fell down

The remaining four dragons around him had already stopped, secretly suppressed the greed in their hearts, put away the contempt in their eyes, and looked at the strong man standing on top of the flying dragon with some fear in disbelief.

I obviously saw that the white dragon had been

Steadily caught the long sword that returned to his side, and did not dislike the warm blood stained on it, and the strong man stroked the sword body with satisfaction

"It's really a good sword, and it's a treasure that will continue to pursue the target until the target is killed as long as the shooter survives, no matter how many times he is shot down, so from today onwards you will be called Hrunting."

And this is also because of the characteristics of this long sword, so that the white dragon was still killed even after dodging the long sword.