Call! Call! Call! Call!

The frost dragon, made entirely of dragon bones, flew out of the woods next to the plains, its mouth emitting a high-pitched, piercing whistling sound, and one accelerated into the white sky, turning into a small black dot.

Soon, however, the black dot grew larger and larger, and the Frost Dragon gathered its bony wings and swooped down from the sky like a cannonball, heading down to the undead and dwarves below as they fell to the ground with a scream.

Tyri staggered to her feet.

As a dragon, she knew exactly what the frost dragon's movements meant. She staggered up Locke, who had fallen to the ground covering his ears, and helped him out of the battlefield.

"Let's go! It's going to breathe! Fast! ”

Locke let go of the hand that was holding his ear, a trace of blood pouring out of his ear, and he ran with Terri to the edge of the battlefield in confusion.

His mind was blank now, and he could only mechanically follow Tyri's footwork. In his ears, the screams of the frost dragon seemed to reverberate.

But soon, when the Frost Dragon flew over his head, he quickly came to his senses.

The Frost Dragon spread its wings and glided less than 10 meters above the ground, a narrow battlefield.

"Hoo !!!!!"

The white cold dragon's breath with a corrosive aura split the black battlefield in two. The Frost Dragon is like a bomb-dropping bomber, blasting the battlefield out of a wide white road. On this wide path, all living beings were first deeply frozen by the white dragon's breath. Then the frozen dwarves and the undead seemed to have been melted by the high temperature and strong acid, and the ice began to crumble, and the white mud-like thing slowly flowed to the ground.

This scene appeared in front of Locke's eyes, it was not even 5 yards away from Locke, and Locke was awake in an instant. He wrapped his arms around Tyri's waist and ran to the edge of the battlefield in one go.

"Look! Carré, Anvina, and Jorad, they're there! They're fine! Tyri excitedly pointed to her companion on the other side of the battlefield and said to Locke.

Locke just glanced at them, then turned his gaze back to the Frost Dragon.

"We can't stay here," Locke said as he looked at the frost dragon flying to the other side of the battlefield and making a U-turn in the air, "we're going to hide in the forest or in that castle in front of us!" Otherwise, it will end up like those dwarves! Turn into ashes! ”

Locke looked at the distance of the castle in front of him, turned around and looked at the forest hundreds of meters behind him, and finally decided to enter the castle!

"Let's go! We're here, we're going to join Carré and them in the castle! ”

In the chaos of the battlefield, some dwarves crawled to both sides of the battlefield with their hands and feet. At this time, even the undead fled to both sides, and there was no need for the two sides to fight.

"This damn skeleton is not controlled by the scourge undead! That poisonous pus is here, he won't joke with his dirty life! Roki spat at the ground as he looked back at the shadowy figure on the castle observation deck, "This must be controlled by Baron!" ”

Then, he shouted at the dwarves around him, "Listen to me! Guys! We were deceived by Baron, we were all deceived by his rhetoric! This ice dragon is under his control! Not those damn natural disasters! ”

"Baba Baron?" The ghoul of the Poison Pus, the leader of the Cataclysmic Legion, looked at the dragon flying in the sky suspiciously, "He, he, he's not, can't control such a powerful force??" ”

On the edge of the battlefield, a powerful energy suddenly appeared, and she emitted a strong radiation, and the poisonous pus turned her head to look at it for the first time.

In that place that alarmed the poisonous pus, Anwena stood in place, her pupils had disappeared, only the whites of her eyes were turned upwards in her eye sockets, and her whole body emitted a violent and terrifying energy radiation!

As if she had lost her soul, she slowly floated to the ground.

"That girl!! She must have some sort of connection to the crystal ball! "On the poisonous and hideous face, the mouth has grown to the maximum, and his tongue is sticking outward, pointing at Anvina!" She!! Above! Slaughtered her!! ”

The undead who were originally scattered and fled for their lives were invisibly ordered. They swarmed and raised their weapons and rushed towards Avena!

"Anvina! Anvina! Wake up! Carré stood in front of Avena, anxiously watching as she tried to wake up.

But the undead left all the dwarves behind and headed straight for Avena.

"You don't want to hurt her!" Jorad stood in the direction of the undead, the hammer in his hand shining brightly. He roared with a warhammer and slammed it into the ground, on the ground where the undead were advancing. A lightning bolt composed of holy light appeared, and the arc of holy light was hidden in the snow on the ground, and the yellow arc of electricity burst out of the snow from time to time, making a crackling sound!

"Wow!! Multiply!! Multiply! ”

The undead fearlessly rushed to the sacred place made of holy light, even though the flesh on their bodies was already hissing, and pieces of corrosion fell to the ground.

Even if they risk their lives to set foot in this land blessed by the Light, and thus turn into a puff of green smoke, the undead will still be the attackers who will succeed them.

"Bang!" The hammer smashed the head of an undead into the undead's stomach, splattering blood on Jorald's body. There was no time to wipe their faces, and the undead who were lucky enough to pass through the sacred land had already come to Jorad one after another.

While Jorad fights, WACKER is also helping its owner, fighting against his master who wants to harm him. It flew nimbly through the air, spitting out small areas of red dragon breath from its mouth from time to time. Perhaps because it is too small, the dragon's breath can only make the undead darker and useless.

Soon, it was grabbed from the air by an undead spirit and slammed into its back.

Carré repeatedly called out Anvina's name, but Anvina still floated in the air blankly. Carré could feel a steady stream of energy flying out of her, but there was nothing she could do.

"Carré! Help! There are too many undead! ”

Jorad's cry for help came from behind Carré. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes.

He turned, his left hand reaching out to the range of Jorad shouting in front of him. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and seeped into the lock sleeve around his neck, which made a zizzling sound and emitted puffs of green smoke.

And Carré's expression was even more painful!

In just a few breaths, Carré opened his eyes again. The whites of his eyes were completely gone, replaced by a dark blue color.

On his outstretched left hand, a stream of energy invisible to the naked eye flew over. The undead who are attacking around Jorald, their heads are like an exploding watermelon, boom! It's blown up!

Blood splattered, and Jorad stood like a bloody man, in the middle of the corpse of the undead.