Zuluhid has always been in a very worried mood, he has been playing soy sauce since he arrived in the Emerald City, what if Valastaz has not contributed to the strength or less of the gold coins, so he is particularly active in the last portal, and takes the initiative to ask Valastaz to fight.

Zulushid's popularity in [Dragon Cliff] is not good, and this time Valastazken took him entirely because this guy will definitely not be anyone's subordinate, so it is convenient for him to control the blockade news.

Of course, if it weren't for the [Dragon Cliff] rule, you must bring a heterochromatic dragon as an overseer when you go out on a mission, and Valastaz wouldn't have thought of him.

However, since the biggest purpose of his trip has been achieved, and Zuluhid has taken the initiative to ask for battle, it is better for the children below to rest.

"Don't be careless!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Sarion looked at the gloomy storm and said nothing.

Today is the death day of his father, the former patriarch of the Storm Chasers.

Even after all these years, he had grown from an ignorant child to the head of a clan with children of his own, and he still couldn't forget that man and his words.

"Sarian, we are a cursed Terran, trapped in this merciless sea for all eternity. The leader of the Wind Chasers, we of the Boding family must lead our people back to land and break this curse! ”

That's what the man said, and that's what he did, because the man was trapped in a prison in the port city for the ridiculous reason of being "disheveled", and then because he couldn't collect the storm energy to resist the whirling power in his body, he was blown to pieces of meat by the violent storm power in his body.

Sarion's father is not the only patriarch who has a short life, so to speak, although the Bodin family has always been the leader of the Wind Chaser clan, but none of the males of this family have survived to the end of their lives, and once they have left an heir, they have to work hard to lift the curse of the clan, and their lives have entered the countdown.

It's time for him to take that load!

"As long as you escape this catastrophe, the curse of the clan will be lifted!"

As long as the ten children are blessed by Lord Della to lift the Bloodline Curse, then these young Storm's Sons can re-establish a clan free of the Bloodline Curse, and truly free their descendants.

And what he has to do is to cooperate with this scene!

"As long as it drags on today!"

"Your Excellency!" Dilla, who was extremely irritable, looked back, but it was a man dressed in an ill-fitting priest's clothes, looking at herself with restraint and flattery.

"My lord! The ......" the man whispered, his words a little evasive.

"As long as it is past today, my promise will take effect!" Although Della was in an irritable mood, she had to be patient to communicate with the contact person of the Wind Chaser clan.

His two arrangements failed one after another, leaving only the last Wind Seeker with the worst strength, although Della no longer had much hope, but if these Storm Children who chased the storm, used the storm, and died in the storm could fulfill their previous promises, then they had not lost.

"Yes, sir!" The man lowered his head in response, but the slight trembling of his body showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"Patriarch!"

A group of people sat on the floor in the large cabin, quietly watching Sarion, the excited inquirer just now was the youngest warrior of the Storm Chaser clan, Curran.

"Don't worry! There is faith in the Emerald City, as long as we can survive today, the thousand-year-old bloodline curse of our Wind Chaser clan will definitely disappear! ”

Sarion gently put his hand on Curran's shoulder and pushed him back into his seat, turning his head and smiling as he told everyone the good news.

"The Wind Chaser Wins!"

"The Wind Chaser Wins!"

......

So when the green dragon broke through the storm and found the giant ship, it was faced with an army of wind chasers who were united to fight to the death.

"Human, surrender to me, I can guarantee the lives of the women and children on your ship!" Suspended in the air, Zuluhid held his head high and shouted at the army of Wind Chasers lined up on the deck.

Zuluhid wasn't one of those young dragons who only knew how to do brute things, as an adult dragon, he was more likely to think about using the least amount of force possible to complete the task.

There are no legendary professionals in this ship, so it can be said that this time I came to crush them. Those storms on the sea may be a big problem for other dragons, but for him as a green dragon, they are like a fish in water.

The deck was silent, and there was no more sound except for the sound of the storm howling.

If he hadn't been able to feel the beating heart in the chest of those Terrans, Zuluhid would have wondered if he was facing sculptures.

"You deserve to die!" Zuluhid was enraged.

How dare these weak bugs ignore the noble Lord Zuluhid!

The green dragon ignored the old dragon's warning, flapped its wings and adjusted the angle and swooped down.

"Ready!" Sarion's voice was deliberately suppressed, but it was accurately transmitted to the ears of every warrior.

They trembled slightly, in addition to being closer and closer to Long Wei, it was more of an excitement, a sense of mission to fight for the tribe and relatives.

"Roar!" Zuluhid's wings spread out, his swoop turned into a glide, and four sharp dragon claws sliced through the storm and struck the ship with cruelty.

Closer, closer!

Sarion could even smell the stench from the dragon's mouth, but he resisted the urge to wave his right hand, and he had to wait! Get closer, you only have one chance!

"Roar!" Zuluhid opened his mouth and roared, and the air currents even blew over five or six of the Storm Chaser warriors.

"It's now! Put! Sarion roared and waved his right hand down fiercely.

Zuluhid suddenly felt that something was wrong, the wind elements condensed around him were condensing rapidly at an alarming speed, and the target was to rush towards himself on the giant ship.

Five hundred Wind Chaser warriors waved their right hands at the same time, and the storm power in their bodies poured out, and a massive pale green wind blade full of thirty feet wide instantly took shape.

"No!" Zuluhid yelled in despair.

"Boom!"

The wind blade accurately hit the unsuspecting green dragon, smashing it into the sea, stirring up dozens of feet of water.

"We've won!"

"Victory!"

After a brief silence, the entire deck erupted in deafening cheers, they had defeated the invading dragon, and they were about to break through the cursed fate!

At this moment, every wind chaser hugged their comrades-in-arms and relatives on the other side, sharing their joy.

"It's a pity!" When Delia saw this scene through the portal, she sighed regretfully.

"Your Excellency......" The anxious Bella was about to speak, but was interrupted by a loud shout from a portal in the sky.

"You bastards, it's too early to be happy!" The green dragon had a straight, bone-deep knife mark on his forehead that almost split his head open.

If Zuluhid hadn't finally activated the amulet left by his parents, he would be a dead dragon by now.

Zuruhid was not afraid of death, and when he saw his parents skinned alive by those demon gods, he understood that there were too many powerful creatures in this world that could crush him to death, and that seemingly powerful dragons were really nothing.

But what he can't tolerate is that he was almost killed by these humble insects to take his parents' lives that he would have saved, which is no less than stepping on the ground and stepping on 10,000 feet.

This time he was really angry, and with a hint of fear for the rest of his life, Zulushid's green dragon breath was like an acid rain storm falling from the sky, soaking the entire giant ship in it.

"Why is it so hard to survive?" At the end of his life, Sarien muttered.

"Rubbish!"

Looking at the tattered corpse of Sarion magnified by the magic mirror, Della cursed in a low voice.

Before the "clan ......" liaison could finish his sentence, his heart ached, and then he didn't know anything.

Looking at the liaison who was hidden by her subordinates, Della couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then she waved her hand as if she remembered something, and called one of her subordinates to her.

"Go, get rid of all the ten marine mongrels that just came ashore!"

"Yes, sir!"