"It's not ...... That's impossible. ”

Reka lowered her head and looked at the girl in her arms.

Why did she shoot that black dragon?

The red in Angelil's eyes was slowly fading, and when the red was completely gone, she rolled her eyes and fainted in Reka's arms.

Reka immediately understood what was happening, Angelyl was definitely controlled by the Spellcaster!

"Damn, shit!"

He put Angelyl on the ground, then pulled out his pistol in a frenzy, and roared at the deserted woods.

"You brute come out for me!"

Chenino stared at him from afar, with no sparkle in his eyes, just staring straight at Reka.

Aiming for Chenino, Reka yelled.

"You did it?"

Chenino didn't move, like a sculpture.

Ray snaps the trigger.

"Lao Tzu asked you!"

Chenino remained motionless, as if dead.

But he still had a sparkle in his eyes, just focused in an inexplicable position.

In the distance, the black dragon was still wrestling with the soldiers, and it repeated its old tricks and held down one of the soldiers with its claws.

Lacking its right wing, the Black Dragon's agility was greatly reduced, and it could no longer be as fast as before, and Lacmond quickly caught up with it, and then left a deep bloody wound in its back with his sword.

Reka clenched his fists, and the joints crackled.

He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and he slammed the trigger on Chenino.

"Bang"!

The shot was quickly swallowed up by the woods, and Chenino fell straight down.

After this, a footstep sounded among the fallen leaves, and soon after Reka

- He finally knew what Chenino was looking at!

Reka held his breath as he pretended to reload with his trembling fingers, but in reality he just held the barrel of the rifle and waited until the man walked behind him, then slammed it backwards.

The man had expected the blow, and he bent down to dodge it, then smashed a punch under Reka's ribs.

The pain almost caused Reka to stick his tongue out, and he clutched his ribs before staggering away.

With tears in his eyes, he could see the man's face clearly

- He's Badr!

Badr ignored him, and walked straight to the edge of the woods with his hands behind his back.

Behind him were soldiers in silver-white armor with slaughter and weather, and a wolf's head on their chests.

Seeing the black dragon destroy a soldier again, Badr said in admiration.

"Well done."

Reloaded, Reka slowly raised his pistol.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind, but I didn't expect that the cicada of Badr actually became a yellow finch, and everyone was kept in the dark by him!

Reka was about to pull the trigger, but a Frostwolf soldier pounced from the side, knocking Reka unconscious with a single punch.

Drawing his saber from his waist, the soldier was about to finish off Reka with a single sword, when suddenly there was an exclamation from the field.

It turned out that the black dragon, risking a broken foot, grabbed Rackmond with one claw.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rackmond swung his sword and severed its right hind leg.

The black dragon let out a wail, flicking its remaining left flank and plunging into the red dragon's corpse with Rackmond.

They fought in the firelight, claws and swords tearing at each other, the burning steel of Venada steaming blood, the wails of dragons and the roars of humans rising and falling in the orange-red flames.

Badr folded his hands behind his back and looked around at the shattered palace.

After investigating the Third Street Emperor for many days, he had long known about the relationship between Oreo Pravor and Reka and the others, and this plan was something he had come up with not long ago.

Now it seems that he is a genius.

Use one thing to arouse the dissatisfaction of the nobles, use a stand-in to let the nobles vent their anger, use a group of nobles to make the emperor of the third street show up, and then use the emperor of the third street to slaughter these nobles.

It's a plan that works perfectly.

Turin has long needed a sea change, and the change brought about by the Emperor of the Third Street is exactly what he wants.

And at this moment, this great change is still the last link.

Stretching out his right hand, Badr pointed to the crumbling black dragon in the distance.

"Ariel, go ahead."

"Yes!"

The new commander of the Frostwolf Army clenched his hands into fists and walked towards the fire without looking back.

Rackmond is dead, and the only one left alive is the black dragon.

Ariel closed his mask, then drew a short spear from his waist.

Moshenl's thirst needs to be bathed in dragon blood, and the purer and fresher the dragon's blood, the more powerful Moshenl's thirst will be.

And at this moment, there is an inexhaustible supply of dragon blood everywhere.

The tip of the spear slashed across the dragon's blood, and golden flames rose from the head of the spear, and the flames quickly burned all over the body of the spear.

After finishing Rackmond, the weakened black dragon turned slowly.

It looked down at the tiny figure, and then opened its bloody mouth, but it spat out a dragon flame that was better than nothing

- The flame just flickered and vanished.

Before Aliel could make a move, the black dragon let out a wail.

Its mountain-like body slowly fell, its massive head hanging limply in the firelight.

Through the light of the fire, Badr could see that the lava in its pupils was nearing extinguishment.

Tutan was on top, he had never been so excited in his life.

After many years of lying on his back, he will truly own this empire.

A whole new empire!

He had already figured out where he wanted to bury the remains of these two dragons, and they would be buried in this palace!

One is his loyal stand-in, the other is his friend who cleared all the obstacles, and he will bury the two heroes together, and their tombstones will go with the Okasim Empire to the end of history!

Climbing step by step along the scales to the black dragon, standing on the black dragon's chest, Aliel held up Moshenl's love.

He was waiting for Badr's orders.

Badr clenched his fists heavily, and he felt that decades of unhappiness had vanished with this roar of rage.

"Kill it!"

The roar echoed in Badr's ears for a long time, but Ariel did not move, and he remained in that elevated posture.

Badr narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Even though the two were separated by hundreds of meters, the palace was as silent as death, and it was impossible for Ariel not to hear it!

Badr repeated.

"Kill it!"

Ariel did not move, but stared at Badr in surprise.

The same surprise came over Badr, who took two steps forward, then was stopped by an invisible barrier.

Badr was startled, and he yelled.

"Escort!"

The Frostwolf Army didn't move, everyone looked directly at the black dragon in front of them, and didn't seem to hear Badr's shout.

"Badr Russell, you're much more insidious than I thought."

A grim female voice rang out behind Badr.

It had been a long time since he had heard Russell's disparaging name, and Badr quickly turned to look at the sorcerer, the chief priest of the Temple of Okasimtutan.

The priest stared at him intently, her eyes no longer blood-red, but replaced by darkness.

Badr naturally knew what was going on, and this sorcerer had been controlled by an even more powerful sorcerer.

He squinted his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Who are you?"

As if he hadn't heard this, the sorcerer stepped forward to himself, then stood side by side with Badr with his hands behind his back.

She gasped for a moment, looking very weak.

"Badr, you know better than anyone what the Emperor of the Third Street means to Turin, and you can join forces with him...... But you didn't, did you? ”

Badr wasn't nervous, he was far from being as weak as he seemed.

He said it as a matter of course.

"Of course, there can only be one emperor in Turin."

The sorcerer shook his head slightly.

"But you don't know Turin, you don't know what the people of Turin want."

Badr whispered.

"What Turin wants is fairness and justice, only in this way can new blood continue to pour upward, and the empire will usher in a real new life."

"You're right,"

The sorcerer chuckled softly, "The invasion of the Kevenadians is imminent, and the empire has no time to grow. ”

After looking at the sorcerer for a few seconds, Badr suddenly took a half-step back and said warily, "I know who you are...... You sent the falcon. ”

"You should be aware that I have no ill will towards you."

The sorcerer spread his hands, and the invisible barrier rippled.

"It's just that you shouldn't attack the Emperor of the Third Street, because he didn't want to kill you at all."

"He didn't even think about killing me?"

Squinting at the black dragon in the distance, standing on the scales, Ariel was doing slow motion, indicating that time was passing at a slow pace in the barrier.

Retracting his gaze, Badr said slowly.

"But that black dragon will also lead Turin into the abyss."

"It won't."

The sorcerer turned, and she stared condescendingly at Badr, her emaciated face beneath her cloak.

"Badr, there's no time to dwell on it, I'm here just to tell you that you almost ruined my plan...... Just a little bit. ”

Badr always had his hands behind his back.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The sorcerer held out his right hand, and a dark flame pulsed in his palm.

"Badr, you are shrewd as a politician, but you are very unqualified as an emperor.

The Venadas have arrived, and you have no idea how fragile the Okasim Empire is......"

Badr interrupted him, and he chuckled.

"You want to kill me?"

"Not so."

The sorcerer said lightly as he swung a black fireball at Badr.