If you can't beat it, you can run, which is the supreme truth that I believe in my heart.

There is a way: stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of no firewood.

In my opinion, a strategic retreat is not a shameful thing, after all, it is possible to preserve strength and fight again in the future.

But it is obvious that dragons, such monsters, are completely unacceptable to such views.

Because they're proud!

Pride is like a big white goose with a stalk on its neck, unless you break its neck, you will never bow its head easily.

But this kind of pride, for me, is purely about dying to save face.

In the face of life and dignity, most of the time, I will choose the former.

The dragon's breath was quickly brewed and concentrated in the throat, ready to go.

This time, the two dwarves did not intervene, but each took a step back, conceding a distance of several meters.

The Yorkhan Commander and his subordinates also retreated with the two dwarves.

As they retreated, the commander and several of his subordinates who were at the forefront of the charge bowed their heads with gratitude on their faces, and if this was not a battlefield, they might have bowed down on the spot to thank them.

Leave them aside for now.

In front of the tornado, which was almost as tall as himself, Skasa showed a tough attitude, and as the blue light flashed wildly in his throat, an extremely violent dragon breath erupted, slamming into the tornado like a flood beast.

However, this tornado is extremely domineering, allowing your dragon breath to surge, and the ice is still pressing towards Skarsa step by step, but the speed of progress is a little slower, but the power is not diminished at all.

This confrontation lasted for more than two minutes, and the huge magic power gathered could no longer support the spitting of the dragon's breath, and finally, the terrifying dragon's breath weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the slowly approaching tornado was still full of power, like a huge stirring machine, wringing everything it passed into pieces.

Skasa wasn't a real dragon after all, it roared angrily, and there was a look of fear in its blue-gray pupils, it was scared.

If you want me to say, if you're scared, you can run, if you can't run, you can fly, and the only two adventurers who can fly on this continent are the only two people left in the fairy royal family, one is in Moonlight City, and the other is just a little Lori, except that the speed is faster than you, nothing else is as good as you.

If you really want to fly away, you'll only be able to get knocked down with big magic and powerful arrows, or big guns with magic attached, but no one guy can do any of the above.

In other words, as long as you are willing to fly, you are 80% sure that you will be able to leave alive.

But I don't understand, why don't you fly?

With a helpless face, he looked at Skassa's huge wings that kept flapping, and muttered, "These wings, shouldn't they be decorations?" ”

"Such flexible wings must not be an ornament," Taylor said, "I can only say that the little guy in front of me, who has just mutated into a dragon, can't fly yet." ”

I turned my head and asked, "Is it like a fledgling bird that has just been full-fledged?" ”

Taylor shook his head and said, "It can only be said that it is a chick that has just broken out of its shell, and it is still a long way from a real dragon." ”

"Hey, those two dwarves have turned their faces," Billy exclaimed, "I've seen them, and I even know the name of one of them, O ...... What's the matter? ”

"Olli" I said angrily: "You remember people's names!" ”

Billy rolled his eyes at me and sneered, "And say that I, he is your friend, and you didn't recognize him in the first place, which is much more shameful than me." ”

"There's a reason I didn't recognize them," I argued, "and they've been completely out of my sight just now, and the most I can tell is that they're dwarves, and that's it." ”

"I can't see it clearly," Zach shook his head with a wry smile and said, "The difference in strength is really too big." ”

"Well, it's more than a little bit worse," Jackson shook his head bitterly.

"What?" Yang Ka and the summoners beside him suddenly exclaimed in unison, "When did there become two more dwarves on the battlefield?" ”

I:......

Skasa, who was poor in donkey skills, chose to face the tornado head-on after determining that he could not escape.

The huge and sharp claws, with the greatest strength and the fastest speed, constantly slapped the tornado in front of them, intending to seek a trace of life with a brutal attack.

The moment the nails made contact with the tornado, there was a piercing sound, stirring up countless ice shatters, like smoke and dust, sprinkled on the faces of the surrounding adventurers.

However, this thing is different from the smoke, and the adventurer who is sprinkled even shows a momentary look of comfort.

Skarsa was unwilling, angry, roaring, struggling.

The giant claw grabbed at the tornado again and again, and was bounced back again and again, and each time it was bounced back, the tip of the claw would be cut off a little bit,

At first glance, it seems harmless, but if it continues like this, it won't be long before its sharp claws are completely flattened and it will no longer be able to pierce its opponent, but it's fine, at least it can crush it with its blunt face, as long as it uses enough force.

Skasa, who once again showed a look of fear, no longer attacked the tornado, but turned his huge head and scanned everything around him with his blue-gray eyes.

It's looking for the source of the magic that created the tornado.

Soon, its gaze was fixed not far behind us.

There, rhythmic chants were constantly heard.

"It has found the place of sacrifice," Taylor said, "and although it is not a real dragon, it has inherited the sharp gaze characteristic of a dragon." ”

Skarsa roared excitedly, and then spread out his four thick legs, and at a considerable speed, went straight to the source of the chant.

President Ollie and Chairman Steelhammer, who were in the midst of York's Han army, saw that things had changed, and they immediately spread their feet and chased after Skasa.

Don't look at the short legs and small steps of the two, but once they fly, the speed is several times faster than that of Skassa.

In less than ten breaths, the two of them had caught up with Skaza, President Olli and President Hammer, lined up on the left and right, one picked up the war hammer and smashed it on Skasa's left hind foot, and the other picked up the war hammer and greeted Skaza's right hind foot.

After two muffled sounds, the ice armor of Skassar's two hind paws shattered abruptly, and even the exposed skin was shattered by the aftermath of the warhammer, spraying several puffs of ice mist.

Skasa howled miserably, raised his forelimbs, exerted his hind limbs, and jumped high, intending to jump away from the pursuit of the two dwarves.

Obviously, this way of jumping is quite effective, and President Olli and Chairman Hammer are short legs, and they can't catch up with Skarsa who is jumping up again and again, so they can only watch Skasa jump towards the place of sacrifice in a funny way.