The light curtain turned into a little starlight and dissipated, except for the high-frequency piercing laser breath, and the entire Farlan Lun fell silent.

The drow elves were all incredulous, and the green dragon was dumbfounded.

The Lost Lock has protected Phalanlun for nearly 10,000 years, and is the foundation for the Drow Elves to gain a foothold in the Dark Realm.

No creature would have believed that the Mystery Lock would be broken.

However, now this reliance is being smashed alive by the Dragon King in an almost violent savage manner!

This iron-clad fact smashed the drow elves to think they were having nightmares.

Until......

Several elemental towers were slashed by the laser's breath, and the drow elves let out a heart-rending scream.

Some of the drow elves were still unwilling to face all this, and jumped from the wall more than sixty meters high, falling to pieces.

The two extremely old green dragons pulled their necks and let out a high dragon groan, and the earth erupted violently at this moment, and five hundred meters away, the Red Dragon Legion, which had been waiting for a long time, launched a final charge towards Faranlon.

The monsters saw how their masters had smashed the curtain of light to the sky.

They let out a roar of excitement, and the frenzy in their eyes turned to high spirits. The city not far away in front of him was used to prove that the powerful dragon king was qualified to be the master of the dark region.

The light curtain in front of him suddenly turned into starlight, and the Faceless One finally burst out laughing after a brief moment of stunnedness.

He didn't expect that the powerful red dragon would actually be able to break the lock.

Although the Wishing Technique and the phalanges have weakened the defensive strength of the Lost Lock, it is only relatively speaking, and it can still resist the attack of the legendary level of power after weakening.

The Faceless One even doubted that the Red Dragon would have been able to shatter the curtain of light without his assistance, but it was safer now.

He stood on the platform, excitedly shouting at Orequire's army with his psychic energy.

"See them all, the Spider Guardian has been shattered, and now is the best time to overthrow the rule of Fa Franlon!"

"For the idea of Orequier! For the future of the Drow Elves! ”

"My children, follow the army of the Dragon King and let this corrupt and depraved city-state die!"

Tears of excitement welled up from the corners of the Faceless's eyes, the city of Phalanon had tormented him for a thousand years, and now the opportunity to take revenge on them had finally arrived.

Orequire's main army rushed towards Franlon, although there was still a wall more than sixty meters high, but at least there was hope of breaking through, right?

The Red Dragon Legion will definitely be able to contain the main force of Farren, and the pressure on Orequil's army on the battlefield will naturally be much less.

Sneering –

With a sudden encounter with a sound that seemed to be scorched red by the heat, the monk's mouth was still unsatisfied.

The chaotic elemental magic in his body had almost been vented, and his swollen body had returned to its normal appearance.

I have to say that the legendary defensive spell is really strong, and if it weren't for the Drow Elf to "recharge" him in the end, it's really hard to say whether he could break the lock so easily.

Now......

Izawa looked down on this beautiful city-state in mid-air, and his expression was agitated.

- The first city-state of the Upper Dark Regions will soon become his private domain.

The roar of the Red Dragon Legion came from below, and the monsters, thick-skinned, ignored the rain of arrows that fell, and rushed towards the magnificent city.

After so many tough battles, they are clearly experts in siege.

The Black Dragon Pandaria led the Sky Clan to take a detour from the side, sent the Red Dragon Clan into the city, and began to capture the city from the inside.

This stupid dragon has been enslaved by the drow elves for ten years, and it is not all for nothing, at least it knows where the defenses are most lax.

Izawa led the rest of the Red Dragon Clan to attack Franlen from the front.

The commander-in-chief of the Drow army was completely confused, and he originally thought that he could keep the red dragon out with the Lost Lock, but he didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

After a brief period of distraction, he quickly organized the Drow elves to block the city gates, and the Drow mage quickly used a spell to turn mud into stone to block the city gate and merge with the entire city wall.

If you want to break through Farranlon, you can't help tear down the walls!

Crossbow bolts and slings rained down on the battlefield, and the Drow Archmage no longer looked at the Dragon King, the mighty red dragon had someone else to deal with.

The mages chanted incantations one after another, the staff in their hands glowing with elemental brilliance, and powerful magic bloomed on the flat ground in front of Franlon.

Lightning flashed, flames were vertical and horizontal, acid rain fell in the sky, and thunder broke out in the ground......

However, compared to magic with the dragon of ten thousand laws, Ize has never lost.

Instantaneous fireballs swept through the sky, like meteorites falling into the city, causing violent explosions, and where there was a spellcaster, his fireball exploded.

Forcing the Drow mages to defend with magic, not to attack.

But even so, the Drow mage still suffered heavy losses, and the Dragon King's fireball technique was not so easy to catch,

Izawa noticed a drow elf wearing Mithril chain mail, holding a pure gold dagger in his hand, and wearing a large amount of magical equipment all over his body.

This guy is surrounded by a group of high-ranking drow warriors and constantly issues war orders.

Is he the commander of the Drow army?

Laugh at......

This strength seems to be a bit weak.

Izawa swooped down from the sky, facing countless bursts of dragon-slaying arrows, and crashed into the city unreasonably.

Arrows snapped, hammers opened, shields cracked, swords shattered.

The mana barrier shattered layer by layer, and even the dragon-repellent thorns cast in pure gold were crushed and twisted, broken, and crumbling under the invincible physique of the Dragon King.

And, of course, a bunch of unlucky ghosts who were crushed to death.

On average, the walls of Farrenlun were more than sixty meters thick, a huge platform large enough to easily accommodate the size of Shimoize.

The scorching flames swept from under Izawa's dragon wings, turning the surroundings into terrifying hot Jedi, and dozens of Drow warriors who surrounded them were mercilessly engulfed by the sea of fire, followed by a terrible scream from the flames.

The fire had besieged the commander of the Drow army, and the mage who was protecting him had just been clawed into meatloaf by the Dragon King.

Now facing an ancient red dragon that exudes monstrous flames alone, the tower master of this fighting martial tower, the most powerful warrior of Faranlun, was almost broken.

"You're the commander of the Drow army?"

"Yes...... I'm ......."

Adams made a trembling sound, he wanted to calm down, but the fear in his heart made him unable to calm down, and he couldn't even muster the courage to slash at the red dragon.

"No, you're not."

The dragon king grinned his fangs and slapped them down with one claw.

"The true ruler of Phalanlon is not as weak as you."