"Are we outcasts?"

Brent had heard his teammates say such pessimistic words, because the enemy they were facing was the famous dragon in the Order, Cervantes!

None of the teams sent to deal with the dragon came back alive, and no matter how many times they were, they were only able to get a 'death' result.

There have been questions about why the superiors didn't send more people to deal with the dragon, but there has never been a positive answer.

Brent even wondered if his superiors were also afraid of the dragon......

Originally, he was just a dragon, and it was already very tricky when he fought alone, but now, with the help of that woman, he has built up a huge force, and the principality called 'Screaming Wind' is now one of the most technologically advanced countries in the world.

This makes this dragon even more difficult to deal with!

Are they outcasts?

After hearing that sentence, Brent also asked himself, and he was also a little uneasy, for fear that he was the 'outcast'.

Even if there were ten people in their line, ten powerful transcendents, he was not confident that he would be able to complete the task...... Even if it only took the attention of those people and the dragon to get them out, Brent was still a little worried.

After all, they were up against the legendary dragon.

And now, Brent can basically be sure that they are 'outcasts'!

It is likely that the Order has abandoned them, and they will have to deal with not only the dragon, but also the soldiers with 'rifles'.

The dozens of soldiers each had a rifle in their hands, and although they each had the means to fight these firearms, behind these dozens of soldiers, there was a whole army.

There is an army stationed in Wende City, and as long as that army arrives here, then they are finished.

How can ten transcendents face hundreds of rifles?

On the battlefield of the Ogordon Empire's fight against the invasion of the Black Forest, they had already seen the power of the 'rifle', which was much more powerful than the repeating muskets developed by the dwarves, and under the continuous operation of the military factories day and night, bullets were constantly produced, and the army of the Duchy of Sorrow was not short of bullets.

Brent's throat squirmed up and down, and the maniacal laughter poured into his ears, keeping him engaged, and the soldiers standing in front of him didn't seem to intend to spare their lives......

"Retreat!!" Brent let out a desperate cry with red eyes.

Will they be able to abandon the mission?

No, they can die, but they can't give up on their mission!

Everyone has a weakness that is held in the hands of the organization, and since they can stand here, it means that they have carried out many missions, and their hands are already stained with blood, even if they want to mutiny, tell the enemy that they have a hard time, and the enemy will let them go?

Do you need to slaughter others just because they have a 'bitter heart'?

Is it possible to give up holding accountable for their sins just because they have defected from the enemy?

Some people may do this, but the enemies they are facing now, and the enemies they will face in the future, are unlikely to allow them to survive so easily.

Neither the 'dragons' nor the mad dog-like 'paladins' will let them live!

Because they are the 'Dragon Hunting Order', because they have already killed more than a hundred!

However, frost crept up on the ground.

"Do you think you'll be able to escape?"

"Delusional !!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one cold and the other arrogant.

The black dragon slammed to the ground with the flames, and a violent vibration suddenly spread from under his feet in all directions, even though he had turned into a human form, the shock still made the ten transcendents of the Dragon Hunting Order almost fall to the ground unsteadily.

The soldiers equipped with exoskeleton armor did not move at all, and were not affected by the ground shaking at all.

Dale came out of the crowd, as the elder of the Silver Dragon Clan, he didn't need to 'act', but needed to continue to protect those young dragons.

Cervantes landed behind the ten transcendents, moving his shoulders and neck step by step out of the pit full of rifts, his eyes smiling all the way to the ten men.

After seeing them, he sighed and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why are there only ten...... Why can't your superiors send more people to send you to death? They know that we have set a trap and wait for you to come, but they have only sent such a few people here, and they don't explicitly want you to come and send you to die, so that you can stop the loss!"

Brent's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth.

Yes, he was just deceiving himself just now, and he had indeed already suspected the intention of his superiors to send them here.

But what could he do? Abandon his family?

“...... Break through separately or jointly, choose one!" Brent clenched his weapon and suddenly said in a cold voice.

He also wants to go back to see his family, he doesn't want to die here, he shouldn't die here!

"Aren't you ready to surrender?" the black dragon raised his eyebrows, a smile on his lips, and asked playfully, "I thought you would be ready to surrender, after all, there are so many helpers on our side, and you are only a mere ten transcendents." ”

Brent is not ready to waste his words, whether he surrenders or not, the left and right are just a 'death', will the black dragon and those silver dragons really let them go?

At this time, the black dragon patted his head again, "Ah, for your sake, I can tell you one more thing." ”

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Brent and the others rushed out directly and rushed towards Cervantes.

There was only one dragon there, there was no encirclement, and in the face of their own Grand Duke, did those soldiers dare to shoot?

"Shoot!" A loud shout rang out from behind them, Brent's face changed, he didn't expect that group of soldiers to really dare to shoot at their ruler?!

The hollow cross on the mask had already entrapped the dragon hunters, and the soldiers pulled the trigger, believing that their bullets would never hurt their 'lords'!

In the first seconds after the soldiers opened fire, a bullet burrowed into Brent's shoulder, and although the wound was not deep, it made his face change suddenly.

Panic welled up in his mind, causing him to change his pace of movement in a hurry, the pouring bullets grazing his skin, the burning pain and the creepy fear at the same time, and at this moment, Brent's face almost distorted.

Several mage's shields have been activated, and the [Deflection Arrow] shield is not very effective against bullets, it is just a few angles that allow the bullets to pass by, which is actually still very dangerous.

This situation made them feel extremely frightened and at the same time a little unbelievable.

They hadn't even experienced this even in the face of 'muskets' or even 'repeating muskets', so now, what's going on here?!

The hippie-faced Cervantes had no intention of intercepting them, and while dodging the bullets, Brent keenly noticed this.

Why? Isn't he going to kill them, but trying to find out where the organization's headquarters are through them?

Occasionally, a few stray bullets landed on Cervantes, and the hard scales would bounce the bullets away, and the rifle could not do any damage to him at all.

He looked at the dragon hunters with a smile, took a breath, and said happily and loudly, "I tell you, we didn't lock off the space here!"

As soon as the words fell, the alarm bell in Brent's heart was sounded.

The black dragon told them about this, did he just want them to teleport back to the organization's headquarters? But they hadn't been back for months, and if they suddenly went back, they didn't get the password from their superiors, and even if they did, they would be wiped out by others......

At this moment, the corner of his eye caught a glimmer of light, and he looked sideways slightly, only to see a familiar light shining from a mage, even if he was standing here, he could feel the mage's fear.

The shields in front of him and around him shattered one after another, and the magic ornaments on his body were shattering one by one at an unprecedented speed, turning into powder.

"You?? Brent's face was hideous, and he let out a roar of rage - his family, but they were still living at the headquarters!!

Seeing this, Cervantes couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly, and the happy and rampant laughter completely angered Brent, making him roar and turn his momentum and run towards the black dragon.

With all his might, the desperate sword was like a crescent moon, slashing through the air with a dazzling white light, and suddenly slashed down.

Looking beyond the sword light, Cervantes saw a pair of angry eyes that were almost mad at the bottom.

And he, just casually raised his hand and held the sword.

Sonor!

The blade sliced through some of the scales on his palms and fingers, sending red, burning blood down the blade, evaporating a mist in the air.

But that's about it!

The others continued to flee, and the light of 'teleportation' also lit up on them.

Brent felt his blood boiling, but his anger didn't last long, and he froze momentarily after seeing the 'light'.

One after another, handsome men and women with a cold temperament walked out of the light, and the surrounding space couldn't help but tremble with the successive 'teleportations'.

The instability of the space meant that teleportation errors could occur, and the 'silver dragons' kept coming back one after another...... They've already set up a 'waywayway' here!

"Ah!!h

Blood stained the ground red, staining 'frost everywhere'.

"Hey, hey, hey!" the black dragon laughed again, causing Brent to turn around in fright, and then he saw that the black dragon had pulled out a metal staff out of nowhere.

With a strong left arm, Cervantes plunged the tip of his staff into the ground, then twisted the jewel from the head of the staff.

Brent suddenly got goosebumps, as if something had passed through him, but he didn't see anything.

Immediately afterward, he saw the black dragon standing in front of him suddenly show a stunned expression, and found that the shadow of himself and the black dragon was stretched by something......

The only thing that can elongate the shadow is light!

He was about to turn back, but the black dragon let go of the hand that was gripping the blade of the sword and landed on his face with lightning speed.

Brent's eyes darkened, and he felt a sharp pain suddenly come from the sides of his head......

Cervantes casually tossed the headless corpse aside, and looked up at the slowly opening 'Gate of Light' in front of him.

The whole body of this door is composed of light, and the fluctuations of time and space are constantly coming out of it, and it is still flickering just now, and even some deformation has occurred, which makes Cervantes very worried that this 'portal' will not be fully formed.

The portal lived up to his and the dragons' expectations, and eventually coalesced into a blue-silver mirror, but this mirror didn't reflect him.

“...... Thera, do you see that?" stunned for a moment, Cervantes suddenly asked the maid in a telepathic connection.

"I saw ......" Through the black dragon's vision, Serena also saw the portal and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Standing in front of the portal, Cervantes crossed his hands on his hips and sighed: "It's so easy to find their lair!"

The adult silver dragons who had teleported back also leaned over, and although they knew what plan they were going to carry out, they were still shocked when the plan actually came to fruition.

Among them, many dragons became short of breath, and as long as they passed through this portal, they would be the headquarters of the 'Dragon Hunting Order'!

As long as they take it, their cubs will no longer be threatened with death!

Even the silver dragons, who have always been known for their calmness and sanity, almost lost their minds, isn't this exactly what they have been expecting?

Now, the opportunity to break with the Dragon Hunting Order has appeared in front of them...... Only one step away!

But at this moment, the black dragon standing in front of them suddenly stretched its wings and blocked their way.

"Wait!" Cervantes tilted his head as he looked at the portal in front of him, "It's a trap!"

Without waiting for the silver dragons to ask questions, he himself took the lead in explaining: "If the other side is really the headquarters of the Dragon Hunting Order, then they should have a mechanism to prevent teleportation, but now there is nothing, and they still have a portal formed - it's a trap!"

The black dragon nodded earnestly, confirming his guess.

"Let's get in touch with the other clans, if one of them also opens the portal, it's almost certain that it's a conspiracy of the Dragon Hunters. ”

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