The Wyvern hissed incessantly, their favorite way of hunting, and their prey shivered under their wings, but they could only hide, flee and die. As the minions of the Dark Lord, it is their instinct to spread fear and wanton killing, when they were dispatched before, in most cases, they needed to be used as the mount of the Ring Spirit, and every move must be under the command of the Ring Spirit, only when the Ring Spirit agrees, they can start eating, although the target is some powerful life forms, delicious and delicious, but this kind of opportunity is too few after all, more often than not, they still have to stay in Mordor, let the orcs feed those sour and bitter, difficult to swallow things, like today, there is no Ring Spirit to control, Thus unleashing their instincts unscrupulously, and still being in the enemy's base camp, it is simply a once-in-a-lifetime carnival for them, and it is difficult for them to get excited one by one.

A two-legged wyvern locked onto the target again, it was a few panicked civilians, the orcs fired stones that shattered their hiding place, and after narrowly avoiding the falling rocks, these completely frightened survivors only knew to run blindly with their heads in their hands, but this behavior just stimulated the predator's chasing instinct.

It let out a long hiss, turned and swooped down.

It's close.

It's closer.

You can almost smell the fear of your prey.

It is reluctant to dive with acceleration, which prevents it from enjoying the thrill of predation, such as the near-death horror and despair of watching food, which is even more memorable than the taste of fresh flesh, and it steadies its wings, opens its bloody mouth, and slowly approaches.

"Ang ————"

A dragon's groan suddenly sounded, piercing into its consciousness like a sharp sword, and with it a deep fear from the depths of the soul.

As a swarm, the true magic dragon is their eternal desire and their eternal nightmare. As hybrid descendants of dragons and other species, they have inherited some of the dragon's blood and talents, but they cannot become real magic dragons, and for the dragon family, the wurm's appearance, no longer pure bloodline seems to naturally have an aura of mockery, and they are constantly proclaiming the fact that they are ruthless; The relationship between the two parties is a bit like that of a wealthy family member and an illegitimate child, one tries his best to prove that he is the same kind of the other party, and the other sees the other party as a shame of the same kind from the bottom of his bones, so as long as both sides encounter, it is basically a dragon brain beaten into a dog brain - wurm generally belongs to the latter.

A blazing dragon breath struck the bipedal wyvern's head with precision, and the bursting heat immediately burned its head to the ground, blinding it even in the eye.

But the blow also brought the bipedal wyvern back to its senses, and it immediately figured out one thing: this sudden dragon was definitely not an adult, otherwise this dragon breath alone would have turned itself into charcoal.

However, this didn't mean much to the ending, as a dragon's tail flicked through its blind spot, easily piercing the remaining half of its head.

However, the eyes of the other bipedal wyverns flashed with greed at the same time.

A true dragon.

A dragon in its infancy.

A juvenile dragon that is not protected by an adult dragon.

As long as you can devour its flesh and blood, you can further upgrade your bloodline, maybe you can also grow forelimbs, give birth to scale armor, and even condense dragon crystals to become a real dragon.

- A true dragon!

All of a sudden, Gondor's prey and Sauron's orders were forgotten, and the remaining bipedal wyvern was left with only the small black dragon that was less than three meters long.

In the face of the bipedal wyvern besieging from all directions, the little black dragon let out a demonstrative dragon chant without showing weakness, spread its wings, and counterattacked without fear.

Not only the bipedal wyvern, but at this time, all the eyes on the battlefield were attracted.

"That's 。。。。。。" The eyes of the South Yanzhou team and the North Ice Continent team flashed with shock and disbelief, they could never have imagined that there was such a species in the configuration of the Central Continent team.

"Dragon!"

"It's really a dragon!"

"Legend has it that the dragon was extinct long ago?"

The news of the dragon's birth was so shocking that there was a temporary silence on the battlefield in full swing. Not only humans, but also the orc camp was noisy.

"I didn't expect that after the Battle of Lonely Mountain, there would still be dragons in Middle-earth." Faramor muttered in surprise as he stood under the White Tree. He immediately reacted, "Obviously, this dragon belongs to our allies, so 。。。。。。 ”

He suddenly strode to the end of the palace square, and shouted hoarsely at the entire Minas Tirith, "Do you see, people of Gondor? Our mighty allies have come to our aid with legendary dragons. From the moment the Emperor crossed the sea, we swore in the name of the entire human race to protect the peace of Middle-earth, and that the oath would not fade regardless of war or time. Now, it's time to defend it again! O people of Gondor, we are not alone, the gods protect us, faith sustains us, righteous reinforcements continue to join us, and the final victory will be ours! Now, take up the weapons in our hands and summon up our courage! Like our ancestors, we have guarded Middle-earth for thousands of years, and we will continue to do so forever! Long live Gondor! ”

"Long live Gondor!!"

"Long live Gondor!!"

"Long live Gondor!!"

The blood and passion of the entire Minas Tirith were ignited, and they all shouted loudly. Raising his weapon and throwing himself into battle, the orcs were caught off guard and driven off the city again.

The members of the reincarnation team were amazed, and it was obvious that in the context of Western culture, the dragon had an unusual status and influence, which was to some extent equivalent to the strategic nuclear submarines cruising in the deep sea in the hands of the five hooligans, no matter which camp it appeared, it would have a huge incentive effect.

"This Faramor is a very leader!" Zheng Qi commented loudly, "Any change on the battlefield can be used by him to boost morale." ”

Wang Yang looked at his triumphant appearance, and knew what thoughts were turning in his heart: "But in the final analysis, it's because of the ugly shining debut, right?" ”

Zheng Zha's back molars were exposed when he laughed: "Hahaha, low-key and low-key, I didn't expect this little guy to be usually stupid and cute, but he was really powerful on the field." ”

Wang Yang pointed to the sky: "Take a closer look, it seems that the little guy is not having a good time now!" ”

Not only the Zhongzhou team, everyone can see that the little black dragon is not only not having a good time now, but it is simply too bad. In addition to the spiritual pressure brought by the still very weak high-level bloodline and the little dragon breath that cannot cause fatal damage, the little black dragon can be said to be at a comprehensive disadvantage, just the difference in size - the little black dragon is only three meters long, and the shortest bipedal wyvern is also ten meters huge - it makes people look shocking, although from a single body, the strength and speed of the little black dragon are comparable to the bipedal wyvern, but don't forget, the number comparison between the two sides is 1:15.

In the deafening dragon groan and sharp and piercing hiss, the hot blood of the dragon and the foul blood of the bipedal wyvern were sprinkled one after another, and after the continuous spit repelled the three bipedal wyverns, the remaining bipedal wyverns were finally able to survive the dragon's breath burning and mental coercion, and began a crazy hand-to-hand combat against the little black dragon. In the face of real dragons, the spiritual attacks they relied on to become famous were completely ineffective, and even the little black dragon's far unformed dragon scales were slightly tougher than their rock-like skin, and hand-to-hand combat was the only way they could hurt their opponents. And this battle involving bloodlines has entered a white-hot level at the beginning, and both sides have no intention of sparing their hands, and they both ruthlessly kill each other, biting, stabbing, colliding, strangling, and every part of the body is used as a weapon, which can be called all-encompassing.

The dragon's hand-to-hand combat is cruel and fierce, fast but sharp, even if it is just a young dragon, it also shows terrible lethality, but his enemies are too many, and too big, this is destined to be a battle with a disparity in strength, an negligence, the three-headed two-legged wyvern suddenly bit the wings and tail of the little black dragon, and at the same time, under the force, almost tore the little black dragon apart, the severe pain and serious injury made the little black dragon let out a long sorrowful roar, and after it tried its best to break free and bite, the two largest two-legged wyverns rushed over from both sides, Hitting the little black dragon hard, the huge impact almost squeezed the exhausted little black dragon to the bone, and he could no longer maintain his flight attitude, and fell down heavily. Of course, even when it fell, it bit a two-headed wyvern and dragged it down.

"Not good!" Zheng Zha, who was shocked, shouted, "Ugly and ugly are dangerous!" ”

"Anyone with eyes can see it!" Xiao Honglu complained quietly.

Zheng Zha ignored him, and shouted directly at Wang Yang: "Go and save the ugly!" ”

Wang Yang took a deep breath and pressed the vitality that was about to move: "No, if you want to make the ugly complete its transformation, you must let it face danger. "As a cute pet brought back from the plot world, the little black dragon has been loved by all the team members, and it has been swimming between killing and life and death for a long time, but it will cherish pure and beautiful things extraordinarily, if it is not a last resort, no one wants the little black dragon to awaken, but as a member of the infinite reincarnation team, this is its fate.

Zheng Zha almost jumped up: "What if the ugly dies?" ”

Wang Yang's eyes sharpened, and the majestic momentum came out of his body, instantly covering Minas Tirith, and the entire mountain trembled under his coercion: "Then let all the orcs bury it!" ”

Just when everyone was about to be overwhelmed by Wang Yang's momentum, the majestic coercion suddenly disappeared. And Wang Yang's gaze flashed with a strange look when he returned to the sky:

"Ugly, good!"