And in the center of the churning flame dragon, a bald man stood proudly, with a scar several inches long on the left side of the man's face, which looked like a poisonous snake coiling on his face, which made people feel quite eerie, and his body was covered with a layer of black and shiny armor, which was densely inlaid with thousands of scales, layer upon layer, and it was not ordinary at first glance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And in the midst of the layers of flames, there was also a man who looked about forty years old, with a rather thin figure, the man was wearing the armor of the regular army of the Empire, but his face always showed a bitter color, and around him, there were white rays of light, and the white light was constantly entangled with the red flames wrapped outside, and from time to time one or two white rays of light would disappear with a trace of red flames.

However, with the passage of time, the speed of sweat dripping on the middle-aged man's forehead is also getting faster and faster, and the figure that was originally immobile like a mountain is slowly shaking at this time.

And the layers of white light that surrounded him were constantly compressed by the blood-colored flames, and they kept shrinking inward, and in the end, they could only barely cover the man's body.

"Hmph, I can't help myself." As if tired of such a boring game, the bald man snorted a few times, and the hot breath kept spurting out of his nose.

The right hand pointed to the middle-aged man's position, and the words like the last announcement of death came out of his mouth: "Fire Dragon: Suddenly." ”

With the bald man's movements, the head of the flame giant dragon, which was originally still in mid-air, suddenly lowered, and then rushed towards the middle-aged man's position with a dragon groan.

The extremely thick flames seemed to burn out even the space around them, sending ripples of flames in the air.

As if sensing the terrifying pressure of the fire dragon, the middle-aged man's face also changed suddenly, and then he saw his hands folded, constantly changing, and forming a series of magic seals.

The fire dragon descended, and everything in its way could not escape the fate of destruction, but at this moment, with bursts of rich white light appeared, and then an illusory shield composed of pure white light gathered in front of the middle-aged man.

The red and white light clusters kept colliding, and the red flames and white light clusters continued to extinguish and resurface, bursting out with bursts of brilliance.

Feeling that the white light shield in front of him seemed to be a little unsupportable, the middle-aged man's face also became a little ugly, and then hesitated for a moment, and then his face turned into a resolute color, and a palm slapped on his chest, and several drops of blood as crystal clear as amber shot on the white light shield, and then the originally undulating light shield immediately stabilized a lot. After spitting out this mouthful of blood, the middle-aged man's face became even paler, and his whole breath became a lot weaker.

"Hmph, the mantis arm is just a car."

Sensing the other party's movements, the bald man frowned, and then waved his hands, and the amazing flame energy continued to pour out from his body, converging on the body of the flame dragon, and the size of the flame dragon, which was originally several zhang in size, suddenly doubled, and then continued to crush towards the white light shield.

With the sound of "click", cracks appeared on the white light shield one after another.

The middle-aged man's body is like a small tree swaying in the storm, and it seems that it may be broken by the wind at any time.

With a clear crackling sound, the white light shield instantly cracked, and the fire dragon roared out, carrying an astonishing momentum, and slammed into the middle-aged man's body.

With a loud "bang", the middle-aged man's body slammed into the wall of a nearby house, where the masonry wall could withstand such a strong force, and after a burst of vibration, it collapsed with a bang, billowing smoke, and quickly enveloped the surroundings.

After the blow, the bald man's face also turned a lot paler, and it was obvious that such a powerful move consumed him a lot.

"Captain." At the moment when the middle-aged man's body flew upside down, a blonde man who had just appeared from the end of the street let out a loud scream, and then his footsteps brought a gust of wind on the ground, and his body flashed on the ground a few times, and then rushed into the billowing smoke.

And after the blonde man let out that cry, a neat but rapid footstep resounded quickly in the empty street.

The sound was like falling raindrops, becoming more and more urgent, and in a blink of an eye, a hundred figures in black armor appeared in the street, and what was amazing was that in such a high-speed march, the phalanx of this army did not have a trace of chaos, which shows the strict discipline of this square and the high physical fitness of the soldiers.

Even when they saw the bald man wrapped in flames, the expressions of these elite soldiers did not fluctuate much.

All of these soldiers held a standard longsword, these longswords were all forged from rare black iron ore, which was stronger and sharper than ordinary longswords, and the craftsmen who made these longswords were the only dwarven tribe near the port of Ksovo, so although these longswords were all standard weapons, they were much more precious than ordinary longswords.

They were dressed in pitch-black armor, and small iron rings were wrapped together, enveloping the whole body of these soldiers. When the sword is slashed at it, the armor acts as a cushion, thus reducing the power of the enemy's attacks. However, the production of this kind of iron armor is quite cumbersome, and the cost is high, and each iron ring has to be welded together, and its workload is unimaginable.

And the most amazing thing is the items on the waists of these 100 soldiers, a full 100 tunnel rifles that represent the pinnacle of the development of firearms, which are a formidable force that can determine the outcome of a small battle.

In less than a few breaths, the blonde man held the body of the middle-aged man, ran out of the smoke, and put down the body of the middle-aged man who had fallen into a coma and his life and death was unknown.

"Fire." A cold, demonic voice emanated from the blonde man's mouth, mixed with endless remorse and anger.

Hearing the blonde man's order, the hundred elite soldiers pulled the plate machine in their hands expressionlessly, and the tunnel stone struck hard, and the burst spark instantly ignited the gunpowder, and the bullets fell to the ground like meteors.