Zhao Qian was holding his breath, because the dragon's breath flame in front of him made everyone in his place burn.

The smell of char and the unconcealable smell of sulfur in the flames gushed out of the beast's mouth, and the evil of the dragon itself had the smell of demons or demons.

Magma Flames.

Gotta get it.

Grabbing the war horse under his crotch, he stopped in place, and Zhao Qian calmly watched the waves of beetle-like knights who tried to stop this big monster from doing evil.

The guys' purpose was achieved.

By provoking the forces of Riverdale to fight with Smaug, he can achieve dragon slaying and even influence on the subsequent plot.

"You reptiles!"

Another breath of flame, and the dozen or so hoplite riders who had been influencing the attraction of the large lizard turned to charcoal.

Tyrone's tactical purpose was also achieved.

Abandon the bow and arrow for the spear.

This is a choice that these knights have made almost subconsciously at the sound of an order.

Bows and arrows can't do much damage to dragons like toothpicks, no matter how enchanted the tip of the arrow is, in fact, except for the so-called heirloom black arrow of the dragon slayer Bard that Old K occasionally wants to find, it is almost impossible for other bows and arrows to try to cause damage to the angry giant beast in front of him.

"Attack!"

Tyrone Winchester takes the lead.

Throw.

These elaborate dragon slaying weapons were thrown by the more than 100 warriors as if they had been arranged before, and many of them were inserted into the torso scales of the red gold dragon that was very close, and at the same time, many of the gems on the dragon's body were also laid. (Note: Smaug's abdomen is obscured by a variety of gems that he has collected, making it a very protective layer of natural armor.) ）

It didn't hurt much.

"How dare you offend the majesty of Smaug!"

Muffled.

Anyone can sense the wrath of this legendary creature.

Tyrone Winchester obviously didn't expect the elite he had trained for years to be so weak.

It's like a swordsman who has thought he has reached the top of his swordsmanship for many years suddenly finds that the moves he is proud of are as vulnerable as a child's playfulness in the eyes of others.

"Retreat!"

The lord reacted very quickly.

The instinct to feel the threat above his head made him subconsciously drop his horse and command.

Unfortunately, it was a little late, and another dragon's breath fell from the sky like a fire of natural disasters, and Smaug used the last bit of magic in his abdomen to turn these weak and no weaker insects in front of him into ashes.

Black smoke, accompanied by flames.

Zhao Qian watched, he had already dismounted after he found out that the offensive of these armies was not working.

At this time, the giant beast with eyes the size of a lantern not far away made it difficult to notice the performance of this realm heir.

He could feel that above his head, a burst of intense fire elements was rapidly converging.

Until.

Howl and silence.

"Ahh

These knights, even with their horses under their hips, could not resist the first attack of the monster in front of them.

Under the dragon's breath, these creatures in iron armor are nothing more than a pile of roasted meat.

After the black smoke passed, the molten iron fell to the ground along with the carbonized cooked meat, and a strong burnt smell of protein diffused in the place.

death, and the wails of some of the burned and those who fell to the ground.

More often than not, there was silence in place.

The horses were restless.

For quite a few horses have already been frightened away.

Fear of fire is the instinctive nature of all living beings.

However, it didn't take long.

The group of knights began to move again, without the organization of the lords. The pride of the knights did not allow them to retreat, for to retreat now would be a dead end in front of Smaug.

So the team gathered.

Led by a knight-like figure with a most vivid half-burnt feather pinned to the top of his helmet.

The knight did not speak, and the enemy was in sight.

The warhorse, which was agitated by the dragon's breath, raised the knight's spear that he had not planned to use for a long time.

Charge.

It's like a planned play.

Zhao Qian walked back, and he looked indifferently.

One corpse after another fell to the ground, accompanied by men and horses.

Above the flames, only the red gold still stands. Like a gladiator in the gladiatorial arena.

A few melodious flutes sounded in the dark alleys in the distance.

Throw the heavy armor on a body on the side of the road.

Eyes twinkled.

Now, it's their turn to get in. (To be continued.) )