Chapter Seventy-Seven: What About Good Acting? You're here for real

"Shield!" Karl roared loudly to the paladins, he was too weak to stop all the dragons, and in the face of such a powerful and large-scale magical attack, only the paladins could resist a little.

Carl tried his best to convert the light energy in his body into holy light, and then cast a wide range of holy light shields to the place where the dragon breathed, and Carl's pure holy light quickly fell on the top of the soldiers' heads, forming a golden barrier, just blocking the fiery red flames from the outside.

Even so, Cal, who felt a sense of emptiness in his body, was still unable to take care of all the soldiers, hundreds of soldiers were sprayed by the breath of the red dragon, and they were engulfed in flames along with their enemies, and slowly turned into ashes in the raging fire along with the forest next to them.

"Stop them!" Aurelia shouted at Karl, her voice trembling with pathos.

Tulayan gripped the reins of his hand as he clung to the side, his knuckles turned white with his force, his heart seemed to be shattered, and he resented his powerlessness.

The soldiers began to retreat, even the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, with all their strength protected by holy light, were able to block a wave of dragons' breath, they were not idiots, not to mention that the commander had already given the order to retreat.

Carl ignored Aurelia, he flashed in the air like a ghost, trying to attack the orcs on the dragon's back, but the dragoon orcs had already suffered Carl's losses in this regard, so naturally they would not give Carl another chance, and the dragons covered each other's knights, so that Carl returned again and again in vain.

But, at the very least, the dragons didn't have time to slaughter the Alliance soldiers.

"What about Valastaz? What about Clay Ostraz? Let them come out and meet me! ”

Karl shouted angrily at the dragon, he spoke dragon language, believing that one of these fellows knew of his agreement with Clyostraz.

But the red dragons ignored his words, and one of the older dragons vibrated its wings and came up to Karl, its huge head almost in front of Karl's face.

Before he could open his mouth, Karl hurriedly backed back some distance. Seeing the look of contempt in his eyes, Carl rolled his eyes: "Do you know that you have bad breath?"

He had apparently forgotten that the Red Dragon's temper had always been only slightly worse than that of the Black Dragon, and this Red Dragon was no exception, and his jokes were obviously on the wrong target.

The red dragon's original intention to talk to Carl was also burned by anger, he first sprayed a mouthful of dragon breath, which was easily dodged by Carl, who was on high alert, and then he chased after him, making sure to give this guy some color to see.

"Damn, are you so fucking crazy?!" Carl snarled at the Red Dragon as he dodged the Red Dragon's attack. But the red dragon obviously had no intention of listening to his explanation, and still chased after Carl relentlessly.

The tiger is not powerful, you are HelloKitty when you are Lao Tzu.

When did Carl receive this kind of bird anger, and I don't know why this guy Crassus is so unreliable, this dragon is not any of those red dragons last time, besides, even if it is those red dragons last time, I'm afraid Crassus will not tell them all the dragons about the agreement with Carl.

It's a dog.

Karl spat at Crassus and took out the wrath of the stars, Lao Tzu is not a hunter, but Lao Tzu can also fly kites.

Instead of attacking the rabies-like red dragon behind him, he shot his arrows at the other red dragons who were chasing the Alliance soldiers, aiming them at the red dragons' vital point.

What's at stake? Eyes, mouth, lower neck, abdomen, orcs on their backs don't count? It's about the same size as the target used to practice archery, it's always!

In order to attract hatred, Carl doesn't care if he's obscene or disgusting.

He is not a saint, but under the mouth of the dragon, a bite is not as simple as a few people or a dozen, and as a person with a conscience, he is not to the point of ignoring.

The pressure on Carl, who successfully pulled the hatred, also increased, although there were only eight-headed dragons, but it was a little difficult for him to deal with Carl together, with a slight speed advantage faster than the dragon, Carl dodged left and right in the magic attack of the red dragon, plus the holy light shield that has been maintained on his body, it is finally in danger.

However, the light energy in the body is also like a river going down, and I feel more and more empty and strained.

"!" Carl exclaimed, a claw on his back, he actually hid in front of a red dragon, this kind of good thing sent to the door, this red dragon did not mean to refuse at all, and unceremoniously gave Carl a claw.

With the sound of swishing, Carl knew that his suit of armor was finished again, and he was now extremely envious of Superman's uniform in the comics, of course, it was the one without red underwear, which could be intact almost under the powerful attack explosion, which like Carl, after a fierce battle, he had to find a new set of armor, and Carl has always been very sassy, not flashy, not bright or not cool, the rough and ferocious style of the orcs The blacksmiths of Azeroth have not yet learned, If it weren't for Carl's full pocket, I'm afraid that the money for repairs or equipment alone would have made him bankrupt and sold himself.

"Boom!"

With an explosion, a fiery fireball flying towards Carl was blocked by a beam of arcane energy, and Carl was almost so excited that tears fell.

Khadgar, you dead, finally know how to come over and help? Khadgar certainly didn't know what Cal was complaining about, otherwise he would have immediately aimed his magic at Cal instead of those red dragons.

With Khadgar's magical aid, Carl is finally a little more relaxed, and if this continues, Lao Tzu will run out of MP and become a standing MT.

Karl, who had a conscience, gave Khadgar thirty-two likes, and vowed never to despise him for his affair with Tulayan in the future.

In the forest, Tulayan had already led the troops to retreat, looking at the people and dragons that were constantly entangled in the sky, and his personal combat power was undoubtedly highlighted at this moment.

A red dragon spread its wings and swooped down, its mouth wide open and poured out a raging flame, but Carl was able to dodge it deftly, and the flames still swept across the front of the forest like a huge wave, and the intense heat instantly evaporated every trace of moisture in the forest, causing the forest to sway like a mirage in the sunlight. Although the trees were not dry, they were all charred and reduced to ashes in an instant, thick black smoke gushed out, and the fire continued to spread in all directions.

Tulayan couldn't imagine how many men would have been left of his army if he hadn't retreated quickly enough.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do." He looked at Aurelia as she followed, guiltily, but it wasn't his fault.

Aurelia didn't respond to him, just stared at Carl in the air with a few red dragons, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tulayan smiled bitterly and turned to gather his subordinates, he was first and foremost a commander, and his soldiers needed his orders.

Danas had already gathered the broken paladins, and he rode over, and when he saw the wry smile on Tulayan's face, he thought he was worried about the situation on the battlefield.

"I really didn't expect that the strength of the dragon was so strong, it's no wonder that the admiral's fleet was destroyed by them."

Danas was speaking from his heart, when he heard that the Alliance fleet was destroyed by the red dragon, he thought that it was just a small role for the red dragon, but now that he has witnessed the strength of the dragon, no one will think like that again.

"What do we do now?"

"Get around here and continue in the direction of Silvermoon City." Tulayan turned his heart sideways and said fiercely.

Danas nodded, suddenly as if he thought of something, he hesitated, but still said: "I don't know if you noticed,"

He pointed to the large number of trolls and a handful of orcs on the battlefield, "It stands to reason that even if the number of orc elites is small, it can't be the only one. ”

Tulayan frowned, after Danas reminded him, he found that it seemed to be the case, and the strength of these orcs was not much related to the orcs on the other side of the Saldo Bridge, and they did not look like elites at all.

Could it be that the orcs have some conspiracy?

Turayan's mind was running at high speed, going through the actions of the orcs from Stormwind City step by step in his mind, and finally, he tried to think from the perspective of the orcs, if he was the big chief of the orcs, what would he choose to do, continue to attack Silvermoon City or evacuate back to the sea in time, or wait, Tulayan suddenly felt as if he had come to a cold winter all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but shiver all over.