A quick-eyed silver-blooded mercenary immediately understood my intentions, and he rushed into the dangerous area where the dragon was fighting the Centurion of the Forge and threw the sword I carried with him in my direction. I stepped on the sturdy shell of the Forge Mocenturion and leaped into the air, took the sword in one hand, tore the dragon's wings with the other, and lay firmly on the dragon's back.

What's next? Anyway, I can't let this dragon continue to rise in height, I need to use my speed to get the dragon's injuries to the point where it is too much to bear.

The long sword constantly launched piercing attacks from various weak points, and soon opened more than a dozen bloody holes in the dragon's back; The dragon repeated the trick, manipulating the force of the frost to quickly freeze the wounds. It's just that what I hold in my hand is not an ordinary weapon, but the legendary sword from the Red Eagle, the power of the flames surging on the blade continues to burn the wound on the dragon's back, and it will not be long before the condensed blood will dissolve again, and the dragon's futile repair can only make its devastated body last a little longer.

But this little time is enough for the dragon to fight for a glimmer of life. The height above the ground is irreversibly getting bigger and bigger, and the time left for me is fleeting. I had to make a desperate bet, and I gathered up all the strength of my body, and slammed my sword into the left side of the dragon's spine at the dragon's vest, and the entire blade was submerged in a large section.

The dragon let out a long wail, and the pain was unspeakable, but it wasn't completely struck down yet. A large amount of cold air poured out from the wound on his back quickly and frantically, completely freezing the bleeding wound and the long sword that sank into his body.

It seems that the plan has failed. Although the blow caused great damage to the dragon, the longsword was already frozen in its body, and I could no longer pull it out for further attacks. The relieved dragon tried to maneuver and flung me off its back, so I held on to the hilt of my sword to make sure I didn't stumble out of it in the violent shaking.

The dragon now has a flight altitude of about ten meters, and it is gradually flying away from its original battlefield position. It was flying in the direction of the cliff in the distance, and its scheming intentions were clear.

If you roll over in the air at a height of ten meters or more, and fall freely with your back down, the dragon will not be fatally injured, but I may not be the same when trapped on its back.

The heavy Forge Mocenturion suspended below kept the dragon from making too many movements for the time being, allowing me to think calmly in a relatively peaceful environment for now. What should I do before it flies off the cliff? Does it mean that a strong man must break his wrist, jump off to save his life before the situation gets worse, and then end up with a comminuted fracture of the whole body?

……

There is a case!

The mutation in the dragon's body brought my attention back to the frozen sword.

The dragon's snow-white back was now bloodstained, and a faint red light seeped through its crystal-like scales. The source of the light is the sword of the red eagle inserted in the dragon's body, and it seems that the sword cannot be frozen!

The dragon's body looked like a lantern. The candles inside the lantern had been knocked over, and the chaotic light of the fire signaled that the flames were about to burst out. Red Eagle's long sword not only did not lose its strength due to the freezing of the extreme cold, but completely burst out under the shackles of the cold.

For the dragon, the Forge Centurion involved below was a burden that could not be ignored, and the upheaval in his body brought the dragon to the brink of complete collapse. Internal and external troubles are urgent, and the dragon is no longer able to respond, and the repeated changes in flight altitude indicate that it is almost unable to hold on.

Still heading towards the cliff, the dragon was still flying tirelessly, but it wasn't strong enough to make my previous fears come true. The dragon's spasmodic wings could not continue to provide enough lift, not even to change its current position, and it was sliding down the cliff in an oblique direction of forty-five degrees.

"Roar!!

The dying dragon slammed to the ground, and before dying, it let out its loudest wail at the building in front of it, as its body burst open, scorching blood spurting into the sky, and then raining down. The familiar amount of force flowed between me and the dragon's body, and after a dozen or so seconds, all that was left on the ground was a pool of blood-stained dry bones.

The soul of the second dragon has been captured by me. I took a deep breath, calmed my body from the rushing current, stood up and looked at the complex in front of me.

The majestic huge stone gates, the reliefs in the Gunaod style, and the stone arch bridges in the shape of the dragon's spine are all familiar to you...... I remembered that the Coldfall Temple I had been to was in this style.

Before I knew it, the dragon had taken me to this place, a city or mausoleum for ancient dragon worshippers. What is its purpose? Could it be that because this is a stronghold of the dragon worshippers, the dragon carried me here to seek reinforcements?

A new situation has emerged. The dragon's heart-rending roar before dying had already alarmed the inhabitants of the tomb, and the stone door was slowly opened—

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Today's OGN finals were played in five games, so it's only now...... (To be continued......)

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