The blue dragon Waltin managed to regain his balance before he fell to the ground, and finally saved himself from becoming a laughing stock - the first dragon in the world to fall to his death in the desert in Vares. Mayer jumped off the dragon's back, grabbed a handful of sand on the spot, and cursed to wipe the slime from his hands. The disgusting green glue made him feel tingling in his skin and he was vomiting, clearly toxined. Now he can't care about detoxification, Canaan's troops can no longer be seen on the ground battlefield, and the battle situation in the air is becoming more and more unfavorable, Meyer has to face the reality of the fiasco, and the only thing he can do at present is to minimize the losses, and hurriedly took out the high-grade communication stone, intending to notify his subordinates to withdraw to Canaan.

A silver arrow rained down from the sky, striking him precisely into the palm of his hand, and slamming the high-level communication stone.

Mayer looked up to see a pair of men and women swooping down from the sky, the young man in black armor seemed to be the well-known Prince Roland of the Far East, and the one holding the longbow was the female ranger who had shot Waltin earlier, and she had just shot the high communication stone in her hand with an arrow. Mayer rolled on the spot, awkwardly avoiding the arrows that followed, and hurriedly yelled at the blue dragon who was still licking his wounds: "Separate retreats!" ”

"You can't run!" Roland sneered and urged the "Divine Flight", dragging a row of afterimages to pass low, and quickly close to Mayer, who was running on the sand.

Waltin felt that his pride was hurt, and he stood up, glaring at the female ranger who had shot him many times in the air, and opened his mouth to let out a dragon's breath.

Lyudmila did not dodge and raised the legendary longbow to inspire the "avalanche"!

A hundred feet above the dragon, a dimensional gate cracked out of thin air, and the extremely cold air currents from the water elemental plane pushed the snow-capped mountains down.

Rumble! Lyudmila was struck by the dragon's breath, and her tall and toned figure was engulfed by the lightning waves, and then she reappeared. The protective enchantment that Roland blessed for her absorbed lightning energy, leaving her unharmed in the slightest.

At the same time, the blue dragon Waltin was also smashed by the snow-capped mountain falling from the sky. He fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth, and was buried by ice and snow in the blink of an eye.

Lyudmila knew that the fierce dragon would not be killed by the "avalanche", so she put away her longbow and landed on the ground, stroked the "Giant Bracelet" to stimulate the magic effect, and her already tall figure doubled, turning into a thirteen-foot-tall giantess and striding towards the snowy mountain.

The snow and ice piled up on the sand shook and exploded, and the dragon roared with its head high, breaking free from the shackles of the snowy mountain, and struggling to pounce on the approaching giantess, his bloodshot eyes full of resentment.

As the king of the desert, the blue dragon Waltin was confident that he could easily tear the female ranger to pieces with his strong strength and sharp minions, but Lyudmila quickly shattered his confidence.

The Rings of the Titans of Legend glowed with gold, and the Ranger threw an uppercut that struck Waltin in the jaw before he could bite herself, knocking the dragon clean to the ground with a single punch, and striding forward with a heavy kick on Waltin's head.

Boom! The earthquake shook and the dust flew, and the sound of the giantess's feet was like a muffled thunder.

Waltin was trampled by this kick and sank ten feet, a mouthful of blood sprayed into the sand, the crisp sound of his skull cracking echoed in his ears, and the ensuing pain made him realize that his proud strength was a lot worse than that of the female ranger, and he was crushed by the other party and had no power to fight back.

Lyudmila grabbed the blue dragon Waltin by the neck with one hand, pulled it out of the sand pit, rounded it and slapped it on the ground, and beat it again and again, until Waltin fell into a coma, then stopped beating, threw it aside, and beckoned the half-giant militia to come and take the prisoners of war. The dragon was like a fragile baby in her eyes, and she had just deliberately collected thirty percent of her strength, for fear that if she accidentally stepped on Waltin's head, she would lose a valuable "meat ticket". ”

……

As the sun rises above the summit of the moon, the temperature in the desert rises, and the hot wind swirls over the Gobi Desert with dry fine sand, and the skin exposed to the wind and sand stings like a pinprick.

Mayer ran on the sand with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and heard a whistling sound behind him that was stronger than the wind and sand, and he could not have to look back to guess that the prince of the Far East had caught up. He looked around, the yellow sand was silent, and he was far away from the battlefield controlled by the Far Easterners, so he simply stopped, took off the sheepskin water bag from his waist, poured a few mouthfuls of water to moisten his dry throat, casually threw away the water bag, and turned around to wait for the tracker to approach.

"Why didn't you run away?" Out of the wind and sand came a handsome young man in pitch-black armor.

"If I want to leave, no one can stop me, stay because I am the hunter, and you are my prey!" Meyer sneered and raised his right hand, and the spiritual energy condensed into a blue long sword in his palm, "I heard that the prince of the Far Easterners is a great genius, and he became a hero sung by bards at a young age, I doubt that there is much truth in the rumors, do you dare to share the victory or defeat with me one-on-one!" ”

Meyer provoked the border conflict and ambitiously tried to divide the Far East and bring southern Xinjiang into his sphere of influence, but now he has to admit that this dream has been shattered. The well-planned battle plan was seen through by Roland from the very beginning and made targeted arrangements, the four major sand bandit regiments in the southern Xinjiang of Megatron were wiped out on the Gobi Desert without even crossing the Crescent River, and the two ace troops of the Medes, the "Wind Knights" and the "Sand Knights", failed to recover the defeat, and all suffered heavy losses. Even himself, the dignified governor of the Medes and the prince of the House of Rosenthal, ended up in disgrace, being chased by his ass like a rat crossing the street.

Meyer had never suffered such a disgrace in his life. He was not willing to flee back to Medes like this, even if he had completely failed strategically, at least to win a consoling duel for himself, and Roland Colas was undoubtedly the most worthy target. If the crown prince of the Far Easterners can be defeated and captured, this war can be called a glorious defeat.

Thinking like this, the dark clouds in Mayer's heart were replaced by fanatical fighting spirit, and the spiritual energy was injected into the palm of the blade, and the blue long sword twisted and trembled, emitting a dizzying and strange brilliance, as if it had split into countless sharp blades that were both real and illusory.

Concentrate your mind, move quickly!

Mayer's feet moved slightly, and he rushed towards Roland like a ghost, and the yellow sand under his feet flew like a wave, and the speed was almost close to the ground!

System Tip: Hostile Psionic Creature/Soul Blader 17 spotted! Challenge Level 18!

The system alarm automatically popped up, making it clear to Roland that he was facing a high-level "soul blader" with quasi-legendary strength, and at the same time, a spiritual energy was stimulated in Mayer's eyes, and it was like an invisible blade quietly stabbing at him.

Abilities are instantaneous, and brain power is locked!