The drum sound is so familiar.

Seems to have been heard somewhere.

boom

Knock knock

This was followed by a uniform thump, thump, thump, thump and the sound of weapons striking shields.

As the sound sounded, a pig appeared on the slope of the mountain, and it looked at the army in front of it proudly, not paying any attention to it, as if the troops of nearly a thousand people were all cabbages that let it arch.

This is no ordinary pig.

It's a war pig ridden by a goblin.

Immediately afterwards, a war sheep appeared on both sides of the pig, and a war ox, swinging from side to side.

Gradually, the team from behind came up, densely packed, even covering the entire hillside.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! A centaur fled ahead, shouting.

"Didn't I tell you to subdue them? What's wrong? ”

"They killed the messengers, and they said they would rather die than surrender!" The centaur reported as he ran.

"Useless stuff!!" Nasram took a bite of dragon fire and burned the centaurs to charcoal: "Rubbish! I can't do that. ”

The goblin cavalry over there saw Sparky lying on the ground in the distance, facing the dragon. At the head is the elder grandson Santu, who is now a core member of the new generation of clans, shouting:

"Luo Yide is right! The queen is there!! Come on!! Save the Queen!! ”

After speaking, a pig took the lead and charged.

The other goblins were also enthusiastic and shouted after hearing this

"For the Horde!!"

"For Her Royal Highness!!"

Charged.

A cavalry unit of nearly 1,000 men lined up in a triangular charging formation and entered the rebels.

Although these pig-headed men, centaurs and the like have extremely strong combat effectiveness, compared with the infantry and cavalry, they are always a little worse.

This big fat pig of several hundred catties pounced on it, and it couldn't be stopped. The phalanx formed by the rebels was forced to break open by this group of domestic animals.

Then the goblins who rushed into the gap jumped into the crowd with small knives and axes, taking advantage of their small size, scurrying at the enemy's feet, slashing and running, resolutely not hitting the front, and playing to their strengths.

For a time, the rebels were so overwhelmed that they couldn't parry.

Seeing this, Nasram couldn't help but feel ridiculous: "Hehe, it's just some goblins, let me scorch them, scorch these miscellaneous pieces, and I will burn you in the sky!" and devour your ashes!! ”

With that, he spread his wings and prepared to take off and easily wipe them out from the air.

"No, no, Comrade Dragon King, you miscalculated one thing." Sparker struggled to hold on to his sword and got up, covered in blood and dust, dragging him back, "Or rather, you're right. ”

"What's the matter?" Naslam roared loudly, and now he had no time to dwell on her more, as long as all these pieces were reduced to ashes, what did he want?

"You said [if it was a brave man, maybe I was already dead], you may not have thought that the brave man is here with us." Sparker said as he looked at someone in the back of the group, and his eyes met with a person, "Huh?" Brave Lady. ”

With that, he threw the holy sword into the air.

The man in the team shook his head, as if he was a little helpless, and ran in front of her after a few steps, patting her on the shoulder: "Hard work." ”

Then he stomped on the ground, soared into the air, and caught the sword.

After the holy sword arrived in his hand, it instantly emitted a seven-colored light, returning to its former appearance and shining on the world. Everyone looked up, under this blue sky, that familiar figure! It's the brave! It's the brave who is back!

"Face the wind!" This man changed the holy sword from a front grip to a reverse grip in the air, concentrating all his strength.

The surrounding air currents quickly converged in the sword, and the fighting rebels and goblins also stopped their movements for a while, looking up at this moment.

In a flash of light, the sword had pierced through the dragon king's breastplate, and the thick armor surface melted as if it had been pierced by a laser. The blade did indeed penetrate his body, and the blade exuded great force into the dragon's body, tearing through his flesh, and even on the surface he could see the bursts of light emitted from within.

With blue lightning flowing through his body, he slowly tilted to the side and fell: "How can it be ......?"

Seeing that the general trend had gone, the rebels shouted at the second of the unknown ones: "Your Majesty is dead!" ”

Then more people cried bitterly and shouted: "Your Majesty is dead!! ”

"Your Majesty is dead!!"

"Your Majesty is dead!!!!!"

The shouts came and went, and these wall grasses were panicked for a while, and they all laid down their weapons and chose to surrender.

I saw the brave man pull out his sword from his chest and walk towards Spark: "Death fart." What nonsense they are talking about, I didn't kill him, the armor is so thick outside, at most it is a piercing skin, this guy is just charged by a short-circuited battery. ”

Nasram lay flat, looking at the two men in front of him, and then he looked at the crowd.

"Self-destruct program activated!" Weak, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

"To start the self-detonation program, please enter the twelve-digit key." The shield device on his chest replied, and the blue core of his chest turned a blinding red with a buzzing sound.

Sparky and the Brave turned their heads to look over, only to see Nasram's eyes glazed and his pupils dilated as if they had been manipulated: "The Key!" Craving...... Rust...... Seventeen...... Dawn ......"

Nasram, who had already read eight words, took a breath.

"Not good! Manipulation!! "The brave man understood what was going on as soon as he saw this look, it was a special spell that had been cast before, and once a certain condition was triggered, it would act according to the previous command.

And now the trouble is! It's not another world, and no one knows how to use rescue spells like soberness.

The only imperative was to quickly cut off his neck with a sword and shut him up. At this point, the twelve-digit key has been read by 8 digits, and there are still 4 digits!!

"Stove ......"

Nasram read out the 2 more keys, and there were only 2 digits left in the end. The brave man wielded his sword and still had some distance, and he couldn't catch up.

Everyone hugged their heads in despair, some squatted down, and some hid behind cover, hoping to escape.

In the crowd, a middle-aged female voice stood up and shouted at the dragon king Nasram, "What kind of garbage are pig bones????!!!!!! ”

Nasram's dull eyes regained their brilliance, and he woke up like a nightmare, and shouted in a voice full of fear and despair:

"Pork bones!! Is it fucking dry garbage!!!!!!!!!! ”

……

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For a long time, the community's garbage sorting classes and exams trained the dragon king Nasram with a Pavlovian reflex.

"The key is wrong, and the self-destruct program is closed." The shield ceased to function, and the red lights in the core dimmed.