"Look at those guys on the mountain, who are also war disaster believers?" Veronica held Lyudmila, who was still a little weak, and looked at the black cavalry that suddenly appeared on the hill. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Vigraf looked at the hill from afar, took a deep breath, and his face was extremely solemn: "No...... It was Yakov and his army of half-black dragon orcs, who were more dangerous than the war-scourge believers. ”

Yakov ...... You mean the 'Dragon's Eye', that Black Dragon General Yakov? "Roland has heard of this name, and legend has it that this person is a hybrid of a black dragon and a cloud giant, and judging from the huge size of the man on the hill, it does reflect the characteristics of a cloud giant.

"It's that Yakov, the Dragon's Eye no one is stronger than him, and no one is more brutal than him." Viglav gripped the hilt of his sword in his backhand and reminded his companion in a low voice: "Wherever Yakov and his Black Orc Corps go, there has never been a chance to live, everyone is ready to break through separately, who will survive...... It's up to providence. ”

Roland shook his head slightly. He didn't think it was a good idea to break out in a split way, the wolf cavalry of the opposing side was good at snow tracking, and those who fled alone would only be broken by each one in the end.

However, joining forces to break through is not much better, the reality is that the enemy is outnumbered, and their own side has just experienced a hard battle, and their physical strength is almost exhausted, and it is not good to win with the opponent in this situation.

On the hill, the Black Dragon General Yakov was also observing the movements of Roland and others. The other party did not choose to run away in the first place, which was a bit unexpected for him.

"Phew! What kind of bullshit 'war calamity fortress', it's all a bunch of straw bales, those cultists can brag about it, but they can't even get a few miscellaneous fish, but they are killed, it's really laughing to death! Yushchenko, the deputy commander of the Black Orc Legion, spat contemptuously.

Yakov glanced at him faintly, did not make a sound, and chewed the tobacco in his mouth vigorously.

Yakov knew that he was a short-tempered and impulsive person, so he liked to chew tobacco, which was spicy and bitter, and this spicy and bitter taste helped him control his temper and think calmly.

He also knew that Vandal's gang was by no means the "straw bales" in Yushchenko's mouth, not that Vandal was too weak, but that the group of young people under the mountain was too strong, at least a lot stronger than the strength they should have at their age.

"This is the so-called "rising star", right? Yakov thought of a person from the word rising star, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

He spat out his tobacco with a "phew" and gripped the tower-like and heavy sword behind him with his backhand.

Swish! The Black Orcs drew their swords in unison, and when Yakov gave the order to attack, they urged the wolves to charge in groups, swinging their swords to chop the tiny, inferior creatures into meat sauce - just as they usually did.

However, Yakov did not give the order for a general attack, maintaining the posture of drawing his sword, squinting his eyes slightly, staring into the void in front of him, and his face showed a vigilant look.

Airplanes! There was a surge of magic in the void, and the silver circle slowly opened, and a stunning figure teleported from it, spreading its dragon wings and soaring over the snowy mountain, staring indifferently at Yakov and his army of black orcs.

The mysterious visitor was dressed in women's Mithril full-body armor, a helmet and visor in the shape of a dragon's head to cover her true face, a fiery red magic cloak with gold trim, Mithril gloves wrapped in slender soft wattles, and a strangely shaped weapon was casually carried on her shoulder, and a shield engraved with Tiamat's emblem seemed to have life, hanging in the air and slowly rotating around the hostess.

Yakov's face was gloomy, and he moved his thick neck with his sword drawn, and the joints of his bones clicked.

"Andrea, what are you trying to do in front of me?"

"I'm here to advise you, don't touch those people below." The woman's cold words came from behind the visor. The voice sounds young, but there is a domineering spirit that is arrogant and naturally revealed.

Yakov sneered: "Advise me? Andrea, are you serious? ”

"You'd better be serious."

"What if I don't listen to you?"

"If you dare to touch those people below, I will kill all your black orcs."

Andrea's indifferent tone showed not the slightest emotion, as if she was narrating an insignificant matter. Yakov could not ignore her threats, for he knew in his heart that this crazy woman could do anything.

"Red Dragon General" Andrea is the youngest of the five-color dragon generals, and she is also the youngest. Long before she came to the Dragon Fortress, the Black Dragon General Yakov was recognized as the strongest general in the "Dragon's Eye", second only to the "Dragon King" Mars. Since Andrea's strong rise, his position has been increasingly threatened by the rising star, much to his displeasure.

Yakov didn't think about getting rid of this rival, but unfortunately he was not completely sure of defeating Andrea, and even if he was on a hostile side, he had to admit that this crazy woman was the only super genius he had ever seen in his life!

"I've written it down today, Andrea, and one day you'll pay for your arrogance!" Under the pressure of anger, Yakov waved his hand and led the Black Orc Corps to withdraw from the hill.

Andrea watched them go away, sighed softly, and then gathered the dragon wings of the magic illusion and landed, turning to face Roland and the others.

Looking at this famous "Red Dragon General" up close, Roland couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

When he saw Victoria just now, he was envious of the other party's gorgeous equipment, but compared to Andrea, Victoria looked shabby.

With the help of the Eyes of Fate, Roland could see that the gorgeous silver armor Andrea was wearing was +5 Mithril Acceleration Full Body Armor, and around her was a +5 Dancing Heavy Steel Shield. As for the large heavy pickaxe in her hand, it was Tiamat's divine weapon, and the red cloak she wore on her body also had a divine power barrier to block the pupil of fate, which was either a legendary equipment or an artifact - the dragon wing she relied on to fly just now was transformed from that cloak.

At this time, Andrea took off her helmet, her long fiery red hair flowed like a waterfall, and her beautiful face immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The dragon genes are not obvious in her, and the narrow phoenix eyes and straight nose bridge strengthen her cold and arrogant temperament, which makes people dare not have evil thoughts.

Andrea's gaze swept lightly over everyone, and finally rested on Vigraf's face, and her eyes became extraordinarily soft.

"Time flies, we've been separated for five years, I have a lot to say to you, can you find a quiet place to talk to me?"

The corners of Vigraf's lips pursed into silence, and his mood seemed to be very complicated.

After being silent for a long time, he finally spoke: "Don't mention the past again, since fate has pushed us to different camps, what else is there to say now." (To be continued.) )