"The fire is on the fire... This is the dragon! Koto lifted his horned helmeted head, gritted his teeth and gasped, and just by looking at it, he felt a terrible pressure on his face like a cold wind blowing violently on the plateau.

That bad feeling made his fingers clenching the hammer almost tremble, if it weren't for the magic buff that Thea had given everyone beforehand.

"Haven't you fought against the White Dragon before?" Raven held the lute steadily, instead of drawing her double knives.

"I-"

The warrior was speechless, and his face turned red, as if he had been exposed to some embarrassing secret.

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Stonefist focused his attention on the battle that was about to break out, kindly reminding that there were still Miss Poet and Dwarven warriors chatting with each other.

At this moment, the shadow dragon named Sakshorthus seemed to disdain to lower its noble stature to waste time communicating with the inferior intelligent beings, and then opened its mouth and spit out a linear black mist.

This is a dragon's spitting weapon, that is, dragon breath, and the so-called "linear" is probably the same as "columnar" in the eyes of ordinary people.

Dragons' breath varies according to their subspecies, for example, the evil five-colored dragon, the red dragon breathes fire, the blue dragon breathes lightning, the green dragon breathes poisonous gas, the black dragon breathes strong acid, and the white dragon breathes frost.

Castaño's Shadow Dragon wasn't strong enough to rank among the five-colored dragons, and even the white dragon, known as the Shame of the Five-Colored Dragons, was actually a little stronger than the shadow dragons of his age, but that didn't stop Saxother from spewing a black mist full of magical negative energy from its open dragon mouth towards Urs's group.

Yes, negative energy - Saxotherus' body is subtly connected to Castano's shadow plane, and it's no wonder that he and his other people have been nicknamed the "Undead Dragon" by adventurers along the Emerald Bay coast, as the spell-like power of negative energy symbolizes special life for the undead.

This characteristic of theirs is much more pronounced than the skeletal horns of the head of the black dragon.

"Get out of the way!"

Urs immediately reminded his companions to avoid the Shadow Dragon's spit, and then quickly ran away from the side of his own eyes, and then caught a glimpse of the black mist of negative energy in the place where he was in the last second, but fortunately everyone escaped from the area in time, Thea and he took refuge on the right side, and the trio of Stonefist, Crow, and Koto went to the left side of the battlefield.

There is no danger.

It's just a pity that the young man couldn't catch the enchanted dagger with the throwback throwing attribute just now, causing it to fall into the negative energy mist spewed by the shadow dragon, and most of the time he couldn't pick it up for a while.

Everyone secretly rejoiced in their hearts, and then heard the praise of the shadow dragon echoing in the spacious cave space: "Good hiding, bugs." ”

Saksotherus is not a red dragon, but his words seem to have the arrogance and conceit of not losing to the red dragon.

Its voice was very low and full of a certain sense of oppression, and the lingua franca was wrapped in a slightly awkward dragon accent: "Then the great Saxother now gives you a chance to live, if your next answer will please the great Saxotherus." ”

When the words fell, the swarthy dragon did not rush to continue the attack, but seemed to really give everyone time to think, and in fact was guarding against other potential threats that he had to face.

As Gloridon said, the Shadow Dragons are very cunning and deceitful creatures, so while they are keen to sneak up on their prey, they are often careful not to be attacked by their prey in the shadows.

The figure of the old thief has not yet appeared, and he is obviously still waiting for the opportunity, and it is possible that he has already escaped...... Although the latter possibility is negligible.

Saksother looked forward to the bugs' performance for their lives, perhaps squeezing out a disgusting and hypocritical smile to pay homage to it, or perhaps trying to flee with his head in his arms out of fear of it.

However, the arrogant shadow dragon soon waited for a burst of melodic piano sounds and a gruff roar.

"To hell, big winged reptiles! Your notoriety is known to everyone from the Emerald Bay to the Kasha Desert! The lowly character is like that of a rodent eager to mate...... Uh, what's the same, poetess? ”

"It's filthy." Raven Finch stood by with a smirk on his face, his hoarse throat whispering to him, and the fingers under the sleeves of his robe played a musical spell on the lute called the Sonata of Courage.

"Oh yes! It's filthy! Koto came to his senses, and then continued to show the noble evil dragon the spit weapons that the dwarves of the plateau also have, his spitting star, "The fire is on fire, the warriors of the clan have cursed your ancestors for eight generations!" May your filthy blood rot and ferment! ”

Of course, the dwarven warriors themselves can't scold sentences that are so smooth and almost free of swearing.

For the first time, Koto felt that the venomous beak of the crow had really found the right master, and Miss Drow's wonderful rhetorical device not only expressed the disgust and hatred of all beings for this evil dragon, but also pointed out the unrestrained courtship range of dragons, otherwise half-dragon races such as the Spirit Sucking Monster Dragon, the Eye Demon Dragon, the Demon Dragon, and the Humanoid Dragonborn would not appear all over the continent of the main material plane for no reason.

Stonefist didn't know if this behavior of the Raven Sparrow and Koto was considered death, but he felt that Miss Poet was clearly trying to provoke the shadow dragon that everyone was facing at this moment, and wondered if she was acting like this to use herself as bait to create an opportunity for Groleiden, who had mastered the killing moves.

The orc warrior monk believed in the character of the old thief, and also knew that Miss Poet's head was actually very smart.

At the same time, the not necessarily great, but absolutely arrogant Saksothers felt the insult that the dwarven warriors had spoken to him. The insult from the bug didn't make it angry right away, but it got a positive response from the dragon: "Pretty bad...... It's a pity that it's pointless! ”

"You're killing yourselves!"

The threatening words fell, and the Shadow Dragon flapped its wings, bothering to use some of its illusionary abilities, and raised its giant claws on its forelimbs to launch a plopping slam at the location of the drow, dwarf, and orc trio.

Its massive body made it look so powerful that it could attack, but it wasn't hard to deal with.

The crows and stone fists were both more agile, and the two of them hurriedly dodged and ran away to the side again when they saw the enemy's attack. Koto's movements were a little clumsy and slow, but fortunately, he tried to pull the thin orc monk hard in time, so that although he was embarrassed at this time, he also rolled out of the edge of the ground that the dragon's paw was afraid to hit.

The ground trembled, and the terrifying sound instantly overshadowed the chords of Miss Poet.

But the Shadow Dragon's attack didn't end there—Saksother flicked his tail sideways, and his slender tail suddenly followed the three of them like a sturdy whip, and it used this blow to kill the warrior adventurer named Hank in the Thorn Adventure Group eight years ago!