The elven man swept away the thousands of werewolf warriors under Tiandu Peak with a cold gaze, and asked again, "Do you want to eat dragons?"

This time, the elven man's question was slightly louder than the first time. However, as his voice rose slightly, the coercion he exerted on everyone increased greatly. Among the more than 3,000 werewolf warriors who knelt on the ground, there were immediately hundreds of werewolf warriors with slightly inferior skills, who suffered extremely serious internal injuries under the pressure of this suddenly strengthened dragon power, vomited blood, and fainted directly to the ground.

"Who are you!" the great shaman Quentin shouted hoarsely as he looked up at the starry sky with a frightened face, his face distorted, and he shouted hoarsely.

Hearing Quentin's question, the elven man turned his gaze to him. Under the elven man's single attention, Quentin's dragon power suddenly increased several times, and the invisible dragon power was like an invisible steel needle, piercing his body. Quentin was shocked, trembling all over, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Although the others did not faint, their faces were like gold paper, their eyes were gray, and their expressions were much more depressed.

"Who am I?" the elf man's expression was still indifferent, and he kept repeating this sentence in a soft whisper, as if he was caught in some kind of memory. Orhim laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I'm just a passerby from the end of the world who can't return home!" He waved his robe and disappeared into the vast night sky.

When he reappeared, he was already standing next to Kravchuk's corpse. None of the thousands of werewolf warriors in the field, including the twenty or so high-level werewolf warriors left after the dragon slaying battle, saw how he moved. This unpredictable body is completely nowhere to be found. He seemed to tear apart the space in front of him, stepped in one step, and stepped out from the other end of the space.

The werewolf warriors couldn't believe their eyes, and everyone was shocked beyond measure.

Space Flash!

This is a legendary skill that only god-level powerhouses can master!

This elven man, no, it should be this dragon, who is it? Is it the Red Dragon King Tyrantra Grissa? Or the Black Dragon Queen Onexia? But Tyrantra Grissa has long been decrepit, and there have been rumors of its death on the continent several times, whether it is alive or not, or not. Onexia, on the other hand, is a female dragon. This dragon, who is incarnated as a middle-aged elf male, does not seem to be the same as the two god-level dragons in the world. Could it be that a new god-rank dragon has been born in the Dragon Clan? This is a major event that is enough to subvert the pattern of the continent!

Just as the kneeling werewolf warriors were panicking, the elven man stared at Kravchuk's corpse and sighed softly: "Although I don't know your name or why you died at the hands of these orcs, since I have passed by here, how can I see your body humiliated and being humiliated by these barbars."

The orcs eat it as food!

The elven man waved his hand, and a colorful light suddenly enveloped Kravchuk's corpse. In the colored light, Kravchuk's mountain-like corpse quickly decomposed, turning into fist-sized points of light, rushing towards an extraordinarily bright star hanging in the northwest corner of the night sky.

In the eyes of the world, the stars symbolize the gods! The brightest stars in the night sky are almost divided by all ethnic groups on the continent and have become gods worshiped by different races!

And the bright star hanging high in the northwest is the star that represents the dragon god in the belief of the dragon clan!

With the help of the elven man, the dead bronze dragon successfully returned to the arms of the dragon god!

After returning Kravchuk to the dragon god's arms, the elven man glanced indifferently at the werewolf warriors kneeling beside him.

"Not only do you want to slay dragons, but you also want to eat dragons!" The elf man's voice grew cold, and his face was murderous.

He was about to make a move, when his face suddenly changed, and his eyes looked solemnly at the distant sky.

There was nothing but boundless darkness and twinkling stars, but the elven man's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Zigler, you are really ghostly, and you have caught up so quickly again!If I hadn't been poisoned by the black flame, how could I have allowed you to be so rampant!" The elven man snorted heavily.

He then said lightly: "Although it is a group of ants, it will take some time to kill after all! If you are lucky, I will let you go this time!" With that, he ignored the thousands of werewolves around him, and his figure rose from the ground and soared into the sky, and soon melted into the night and disappeared.

More than 3,000 of the most elite warriors of the Beamon Empire are no different from a group of ants in his eyes, and it all depends on his mood to kill or not.

As soon as the elven man left, the shackles of dragon power that oppressed on the werewolf warriors suddenly disappeared.

After the werewolf warriors regained their freedom, they were all sweating profusely, panting like cattle, and many of them even fell to the ground as limp as mud. They knew that they had walked before the ghost gate, and they were still in a state of panic. Although they are fierce and tenacious warriors, they have always defied death. But in the face of this suffocating and desperate force, a word of not fearing death does not bring any meaning.

Before the werewolf warriors could breathe a sigh of relief, they suddenly felt a darkness overhead, and a huge black shadow swept across the night sky, obscuring the huge full moon that hung high in the sky.

By the faint starlight in the sky, the werewolf warriors' eyes widened and they could see the huge black shadow that passed quietly.

"What's going on, how can we meet so many dragons tonight......," one of the werewolf warriors almost groaned

groaned.

Covering the moon was a huge black dragon. It was so large that it was more than twice as large as the bronze dragon Kravchuk.

When the black dragon flew over Tiandu Peak, the many werewolves at the foot of the mountain naturally couldn't escape its eyes. However, the black dragon seemed to have something important to do, and he was in a hurry, so he just glanced down at the werewolves, ignored it, and flapped his wings and flew away.

But it was this hurried glimpse that made the werewolf warriors fall into an ice cave.

Although the black dragon was just a casual glance, its eyes were extremely domineering, and it naturally exuded a tyrannical aura that destroyed the world. The strength of this aura was almost no weaker than that of the mysterious elven man who was also a dragon before.

It was only after the black dragon flew away that the werewolf warriors recovered from their trembling. Some werewolf warriors who were injured under the pressure of the elven man Long Wei, but insisted on not falling, were suddenly injured under the powerful pressure brought by the black dragon's inadvertent glance, and they could no longer hold on, and slowly fell to the ground.

Talon and Benson looked at their warriors with grim faces and were silent for a long time. Under the coercion of the two terrifying dragons in front of the front and the back, the werewolf warriors who have lost their combat effectiveness have reached nearly a thousand. This flying disaster made the two werewolf co-captains angry, but they had nowhere to vent.

Eventually, though, they found a way to vent.

"Warriors, pick up your swords, tonight we will cut off the heads of those mercenaries and use their heads to build the 'Jingguan'!" Talon roared first, waving his fists.

"Yes, we're going to teach the mercenaries who dare to oppose us the most terrible lessons!" Benson then yelled.

Gathering the corpses of enemies and piling them up in the shape of towers to insult enemies and show off their martial prowess was something that orc armies often did during tribal times, known as 'Kyokan'. However, since entering the Imperial Age, due to the gradual progress of civilization, there are many fewer troops in the orc army to do this kind of thing. However, the werewolves among the orcs have always been traditionally conservative, so extremely barbaric methods of punishing the enemy, such as feeding mounts with captives and piling up corpses to build 'Jingguan', are still popular among werewolf troops.

The two werewolf co-captains quickly reorganized their teams and set out for the mercenary cottage. At this moment, there are more than 2,000 werewolf warriors who can still fight, and they are still crushing the 1,000 mercenaries in the mercenary cottage. They are ready to use the blood of the mercenaries to extinguish the anger in their hearts.

Just as the werewolf warriors were gathering, in the chaotic crowd, the blades clutched the hilts of their swords, and they looked up expressionlessly at the direction in which the two giant dragons disappeared in the sky.

"One day, I will climb the peak side by side with you, and I will no longer be an ant in your eyes!" he gritted his teeth and swore in his heart.