For a moment, Onexia thought that she might die at the hands of these tiny mortals, but she disguised the terrible thought with several times the rage, burying that fear deep in her heart. … ≦, but out of fear, it decided to use its strongest power to put an end to this qiē.

The black dragon raised his head and took a deep breath. Its massive lungs had never swelled so much, and in its throat, countless mucus were secreting rapidly, which was essential for the formation of dragon flames. The scorching air coming out of the lungs will whizz out with the mucus, burning it all along.

Everyone knew what the dragon was up to, but most of them couldn't do anything about it, only those who could attack from a distance could have some effect on the black dragon, but among them, the mages were waiting for the mana boiling to cool down from summoning the comet storm, and only the two hunters were still working tirelessly.

The elves pulled the bowstring again and again and fired, but the weakness of the bow compared to the musket was finally revealed at this moment. After dozens of bow shots, even a natural Night Elf, Argus? Nightwhisper's muscles had also begun to fatigue, and both the rate of fire and the accuracy of the hit began to inevitably decrease.

In front of him, Diego simply lay on his back and fell to the ground, shooting continuously. Because of the support of the earth, he didn't even need to adjust his stance after shooting to aim again, because sitting on his shoulder with the butt behind him didn't make any change in his shooting stance. He hit fast and accurately!

This time, however, the bullet didn't do as much damage to the dragon as it did in its back. It didn't even attract the attention of Onexia, who had already become numb from the excessive pain, let alone interrupt its attack.

Under people's gaze. The Black Dragon Princess pulled her tattered wings back to her sides - in fact, this action was somewhat redundant. Because these two wings can no longer form a wind resistance - and then start to dive downward. Although the long tail, which had always served as a rudder, had broken off, the black dragon still maintained its flying posture and did not deviate from its course.

"Get out of the way!" Varian shouted hysterically. Everyone was scurrying for their lives in the direction of the black dragon's swoop, but not all of them were able to escape the attack, as many were slowed down due to the cold effects of the previous comet storm, which was exacerbated by the heavy armor. So, when a path of flame appeared in the middle of this underground hall, several people did not escape in time.

Clouds of burning asphalt-like viscous mucus fell from the sky. It's not combustibles like goblin fuel, but it's even more terrifying - once the slime is attached to a person's body, no amount of rolling and slapping can get it off, but in reality, they don't have time to do it, because thousands of degrees of heat is enough to kill a person in the next few seconds!

In just a few seconds, this small team of more than a dozen people lost more than a third of their members. They didn't even scream, they turned into clumps of charcoal, crackling and burning in the flames.

The black dragon pulls up the height before hitting the ground. Looking proudly at the survivors who had lost their souls, there was no doubt that they had been shocked by the terrifying power.

Diego rolled on the ground a few times, away from the sea of fire. He was very lucky just now. The black dragon's spout was almost a step away from his closest place. He stopped shooting and stood up from the ground, looking at Onexia who was still floating above his head, a little depressed. He saw no hope of defeating the dragon. Now it seems, even a death gaze built specifically to slay dragons. It wasn't as powerful as he thought. And on the other side of the fire, the wolf mages are waiting for the mana to cool. Diego didn't know if they would be able to do it until everyone was dead.

In fact, not only him, but almost everyone was very depressed, and the sense of loss and weakness that could not do anything hung over everyone's hearts, filling them with sadness and despair.

However, at this moment, a heroic voice suddenly sounded in the dragon's lair, it was the minotaur shaman singing a war song, the majestic song came from a powerful beating heart that had been beating for more than twenty years.

"I am the child of the storm and the tempest,

Summoner of Thunderbolt.

I'm ready for a qiē,

If I'm going to die today,

I will die on the battlefield!

Listen to me, brothers,

Pick up arms and fight!

The drums of war sounded,

Blood boil

Roar to your heart's content! ”

It is also the funeral song of the Minotaurs, a glory that only the most heroic of the war dead deserve. The minotaur sang loudly, and the song gradually became high-pitched, and the roar of the orcs joined in at this time. Although they speak the language of their own race, this does not prevent their Night Elves and human teammates from feeling the high fighting spirit and determination to die in this song. No one can tolerate being more cowardly than these savages, and the fighting ** is once again inspired from the hearts of the human beings, and strength and courage once again occupy their bodies.

"The brothers around me have taken the lead,

I will die with glory.

Above the Altar of the Storm,

I will be born again! ”

Singing loudly, the orc threw his net, and as captain, he threw it more accurately than any of his wolf cavalry. Although the net was a little small compared to the dragon's massive body, it still enveloped the dragon's left flank.

Under the pull of the rope, the hook on the edge of the net shrank back, tightening the dragon's wing bones and fascia. The dragon screamed and writhed as hard as it tried to break free, but the sharp claws had penetrated deep into its muscles and fascia, unable to separate.

"Come help me! Dezko! The orc, pulled forward by the dragon, shouted at his companion. However, it was not only the Minotaur who responded to him, all the warriors and paladins, including the king, rushed towards him in ecstasy. They picked up the rope behind him and pulled it up like a slender man.

Even the dragon could not ignore the force of the condensed rope, and it twisted its head and neck in horror, trying to bite the rope, but before it could achieve its goal, it was pulled off its balance and fell crookedly to the ground.

A few seconds later, with a loud crash, the dragon's massive body crashed to the ground, sending dust and sand and gravel out in all directions, casting the entire cavern in darkness. (To be continued.) )