The oversized figure of the black dragon appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if the end was coming from mid-air. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the front where the two people's guards were fighting, a high wall of purple-red flames suddenly appeared, extending nearly 300 feet (about 100 meters) along the battle line!

More than thirty brave and strong warriors turned into horrible shrunken coke in an instant, and fell to the ground with a thud, splashing choking black smoke and sparks. More people screamed and rolled to the ground and struggled for their lives, their bodies covered in black and yellow fire marks, and the disgusting smell of barbecued meat everywhere.

Then there was a dull thunderous dragon voice in the air, and the ground was erected with a high wall of flames, like the walls of purgatory rising from the ground with raging flames!

The silver front crumbled in an instant, and the stalemate turned into a frightened retreat, and they dispersed with a clamour, throwing away even the larger weapons, for fear that they would run half a step slower. They are willing to show bravery in front of cavemen, but they are not stupid enough to be heroes in front of a black dragon!

It's a pity that cleverness can't save them. Several long walls of purple-red fierce fire rose one after another, blocking their retreat and circuitous path. Cut the chaotic battlefield into several segments! Looking around, there is a wall of fire on the left, a wall of fire on the right, a wall of fire in front, and a wall of fire in the back. The soldiers roared in despair from the flames and rushed towards the towering and wide wall of fire, in a vain attempt to "break through the wall and escape".

But it was easy to break the wall and it was difficult to escape, and the brave men who rushed through the wall of fire were all burned by the strong flames, and their blood was boiling. Without exception, after struggling to run two steps, they fell to the ground, their limbs struggling in pain, and let out a terrible wail.

Zermus skillfully recited the dragon grammar that no one could understand, and let the horizontal and vertical walls of Ascending Fire continue to rise on the vast battlefield. Walls of fire formed a death cage everywhere, and the silver ants in the cage scurried around in horror and anxiety, completely losing their sense of direction. The fierce flames have scorched countless strong "ants", and the faint smell of meat has drifted in the endless sky.

He was still wielding the power of the flames to his heart's content, but Marina's voice came from his back: "Honey, stop playing! Hurry up and cross them. The rallying Jackal Thieves had already arrived near their barracks. These mindless little guys don't listen to orders very well, and maybe they're already going to war by now. We must crush the Dwarven Lord before he can react, causing even more chaos. so that they could not organize themselves to return to their barracks. In this way, you can cross the dwarven kingdom in one fell swoop! And let them not dare to have any more intentions on this crystal mine. ”

Charms let out a majestic snort, and the sound shook the plain. Then he skillfully chanted the incantation, and threw five or six acid mist techniques in a row that expanded the range. Clusters of white "clouds" suddenly appeared on the ground, and the people covered in them seemed to have fallen into the boiling water, and suddenly their skin broke open, and their flesh and blood boiled like liquid! Even the air I breathed seemed to be inhaled into boiling water, my lungs were in severe pain, and my mouth and nose involuntarily spewed out a large amount of blood mist! But they couldn't even scream when they burned their trachea and throat, so they had to stumble out of the range of the acid mist technique, making a creepy weird humming sound. And the terrifying appearance of the body being torn open and the flesh exposed, completely frightened the other comrades-in-arms. These "lucky" comrades-in-arms were as frightened as rats crossing the street, scurrying around lifelessly, throwing all military orders, honors, and dignity into the sky - heroes don't want to die like this.

The vast battlefield was suddenly stirred into a pot of porridge by seven or eight walls of fire and five or six regiments of cloud burning techniques, and the men and horses on both sides let out a scream similar to the tide, and ran in all directions to escape.

A soldier who ran faster than a rabbit ran back to the barracks of the dwarven kingdom with an exclamation, shouting to the lord: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! That black dragon Zamas flew suddenly! He burns the battlefield with magic! Now everyone is out of control! ”

The old lord suddenly smirked, and then covered his face and cried: "I'm old, I'm really old." I was deceived by them. I'm so stupid! How naïve! I actually believe in these mages who eat people and don't spit out bones! He lifted up his red teary eyes, took the prince by the hand, and said, "Son, you are the only one who sees through their scheme. You are my hope, the hope of our family, and the hope of the entire dwarven kingdom! I may not be able to take revenge in my lifetime, but you must avenge me and these dead soldiers! I'm sure you can do it with your wisdom, don't you? Isn't it? He shook the prince excitedly, wanting an affirmative answer.

The prince smiled bitterly in his heart, with a combined population of less than 30,000, who would care about the idle affairs of these dwarves? What's more, now that all the evidence is out of hand? On what basis for revenge? But when he saw the old father's crumbling and on the verge of madness, he had to bite the bullet and say loudly: "Don't worry, I will definitely take revenge." The blood of these soldiers today will not be shed in vain. One day I will seek justice from that filthy mage on their behalf! ”

The last small part of the setting sun sank into the mountains in the distance.

In mid-air, Zermus was very pleased with the way the "ants" broke up on their own, and although he didn't mind killing a few more, more was better than less. It's better for these people to scare away themselves, so as not to consume a limited number of spells anymore. He proudly dragged his beautiful wife slowly hovering and snorting in the dusky sky where the afterglow remained, swearing his supreme coercion.

Mu Qingyang flew back in a hurry, secretly saying in his heart that it was so dangerous!

Just now he was reminded of the memories of the past by the miserable scene on the battlefield, and suddenly the primordial spirit was violently alarmed, and a wave of magic energy enveloped his body, as if he was closely checking something. Only then did he realize that the black dragon that was disturbing the battlefield had noticed him! In order not to reveal his identity, he did not dare to resist with demonic power.

Fortunately, the other party quickly ended the detection and turned around and turned back to the battlefield.

Mu Qingyang looked around, but was taken aback - looking down from the air, a large number of jackal demon thieves who came out of nowhere had already lurked in the rear of the dwarven military camp, and it seemed that they were about to attack at any time!

It's not good in my heart! It would be bad if these jackal thieves also went to the caravan owner! So he sped up and hurried back.

The sky had darkened, and only the last faint rays of sunlight were still in the west, struggling desperately.

The dwarven camp was already in chaos, and the retreating remnants either screamed in surprise and continued to flee for their lives, or gathered around a dozen low-level mages waiting for the little healing left. The frightened running sounds whistled past one after another, and the poignant wails rose higher and higher.

After scanning the out-of-control situation around him, the prince said eagerly, "Father, we must get out of here quickly, it will be bad if that black dragon goes crazy again." And ~~ didn't see the Duke and his troops, it seems that they themselves ran first. ”

The old lord sat silently on the big wooden chair and said, "Hmph, I knew it was like this. Hmph, when I asked for money, everyone coaxed in front of me, and when I lost the battle, they all ran faster than rabbits! Hmph, you want to preserve your strength, and then wait for the opportunity to overthrow our family and become a lord yourself? Hmph, do you think I'll not know this little idea? You dream! The old lord suddenly trembled with excitement, and said to himself loudly: "I have a wise son! You have all been deceived by insatiable mages, but my son has seen through their schemes! It's still a cut short of fighting with me, let alone fighting with my son? You despicable people who say one thing to your face and do another thing behind your back, you are all autumn grasshoppers! I think you can still jump for a few more days?! ”

He threw up his head sharply and said to the troubled prince, "My son, I am old, and I have no authority to rule the country after this defeat. When I get back, I will abdicate immediately, and you will immediately succeed as the new lord of the dwarven kingdom!" I know that you are the only one who can lead this country out of this difficult situation! ”

The prince had a strange expression on his face, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh on this occasion; He wanted to feign composure, but the news was so sudden that he couldn't contain his intense excitement as a young man.

He endured it, and opened his mouth to say: "Father~~I~~"

The cold light flashed out like an astonishing thunderbolt, piercing his long, pink-white neck.

The "click" of the neck bone shattered, and a cloud of mist-like blood erupted gorgeously from the side of his neck.

A shot pierced his fragile neck, pierced through his young body, and slammed into the grass in the distance. There's also a faint magical glow on the javelin - it's a magical weapon for the Jackal Rogue Warlock!

The prince's neck hung down in a strange posture like a broken straw stalk. Red blood spurted out like a delicious juice.

The old lord made the most frightened voice: "Ah~~ah~~ child! My baby! He threw himself forward and hugged the smiling head—now so white, so horrible as it was.

Someone exclaimed, "Jackal thief! Many, many jackal thieves! They~~ah~~! The man screamed, and was pierced in the stomach with a javelin, and then another flew through his chest, and the tattered leather armor did nothing, allowing the steaming red blood to pour onto the barren ground.

Then whizzing javelins flew from the rear of the barracks like a terrible rainstorm. And the remnants of the dwarven soldiers here are already in tattered armor and broken shields after nearly a day of fierce fighting, where can they resist? Suddenly the screams continued, and the slightly stable defeated soldiers fell into great panic and confusion again, and they only felt that they were surrounded by wolves and thieves, and they seemed to be trapped in a valley of despair. All of them wept and screamed for their mothers, throwing down their badly damaged weapons, throwing down their injured companions, holding their stump arms, limping their injured legs, and stumbling around looking for a way out of their lives. Several mages also dispersed in a hurry, and they no longer cared about what lords were or not.

The old lord held the prince's pale head in his eyes and cried: "Child! My baby! My only child! What the hell is going on? O gods! O gods! Why is that? ”

A few remnants of the guards shouted, "The Jackal Demon Thieves have attacked!" Pull the lord away! Fast! Come on! ”

Several people desperately pulled the lord back. And the grief-stricken old lord clung to the precious head, and wept miserably like a child who had lost his parents, and tears fell like a waterfall: "O gods! Who's going to tell me why? Why is this the end?! ”

He roared violently, crying and screaming like a madman: "Mage! These damn mages! What caveman mages, black dragon mages, demons, wolf magicians, all the mages! I curse you! Listen, I'm not going to let you go! Even if I am a demon, I will not let you go! You wait! When I die, I will become the most terrible demon! I'm going to take out your hearts and livers and eat them piece by piece! I want you to watch me eat! I will also throw your souls into the most terrible abyss and make you suffer eternal suffering! You wait! Just wait. Woo~~"

The frightened soldiers covered his mouth desperately, demon is a very taboo word, you can talk in front of the public, you admire a certain clever devil, but you must not say that you have a crush on a certain demon. Because the devil is the mortal enemy of all gods and regimes, and those who worship the devil are the enemy of almost everyone! Whether it is a mage of the good gods or a black guard of the evil gods, they will mercilessly "clean" all demon worshippers. Even after their death, their souls are tormented by eternal fire in the underworld. A lord who shouts like this and says that he wants to become a demon, once he is denounced by someone with a heart, even if he is the king of a high country, he will not escape!

Then the guards shouted: "The lord is stimulated and is talking nonsense!" Hurry up and carry him away! Come on! The Jackal Thieves have been killed! There are too many of them! ”

The young duke, dressed in golden armor, had already led his soldiers to evacuate the battlefield in an orderly and rapid manner.

Looking at the fire, smoke, and chaotic crowd like blind ants in the distance, he smiled: Fortunately, I saw the opportunity quickly, and ran away as soon as I saw the black dragon set fire, otherwise I don't know how many people and horses would be lost. Hmph, my "dear" lord, my "respected" lord, your soldiers are dead and crippled, how will you rule this country in the future? Your family has ruled this country for more than seventy years, and now it's our family's turn. My family has also made great sacrifices for the country, my grandfather died of exhaustion in the battle with the dwarves, and my father died at the hands of the jackal thieves. Their sacrifice was indeed not in vain, and today I also have a chance to step into the position of the lord, hahahahaha.

He laughed happily on the horse, which made the few guards next to him inexplicable—they were as elated as if they had picked up gold bricks after losing the battle. Aren't you mad? And the direction in which the Duke led everyone to escape is indeed a bit problematic! They kindly reminded, "Duke, we seem to have gone the wrong way. Opposite is the border fortress of the Blackstone Mage Alliance. Should I turn around and leave? ”

Duke Jin Jia was stunned: "Ran wrong?" "If you look closely, there is a small town in the distance under the moonlight. But there seemed to be a lot of people under the city walls, and a little bonfires could be seen flickering. Suddenly he was happy again: "Look! Is there a caravan under the walls? ”

The guards had some bad premonitions, and replied hesitantly: "Well~~ It seems to be." ”

Duke Jin Jia laughed heartily and said, "Great, some of them have earned today!" How many centaurs do we have left? Are all the armor and weapons still there? ”

The guards had no choice but to reply: "There are more than 400 people, and the armor and weapons are still in good condition." ”

Duke Jinjia shouted excitedly: "Give it to me!" ”

The guards were puzzled: "Huh? Above? ~~ What's on it? Do you want to siege the city? Lord Duke, how can this be done? We don't have siege equipment, and our walls are reinforced by magic. I'm going to attack like this, and I can't attack it even if I die! ”

Duke Jin Jia impatiently interrupted his noisy subordinates: "Who said to attack the city?" I mean looting the caravans below the walls! ”

The guards, you look at me, I look at you, and you still feel inappropriate: "Lord Duke, when we were fighting ~~ under the city, if the defenders in the city thought that I wanted to attack them, so it was not good for us, what should we do?" ”

Duke Jinjia snorted confidently and said, "Don't worry, as long as we don't attack the city wall, they won't care about things outside the city." My grandfather did this twice, and my father did it three times! I was very envious when I was a child, but unfortunately I never had the opportunity to do a vote. Now that the gods have put these poor fellows out the door for me to rob, how can I give up? O gods! I was so lucky today! ”

A few cautious guards were still vigorously persuading: "But there are quite a few of them, and I think there are at least two hundred of them." If you unite and fight for your life. We're going to suffer a lot. Please think again."

The Duke of Golden Armor smiled more confidently: "But they won't unite!" It's not like you haven't pretended to be robbers to rob caravans. When have you ever seen those misers unite? You see, there were at least a few dozen caravans under the walls, and they were all small caravans, only a few of them were of medium size. Look again! Each caravan was gathered in one place, and the distance between the camps was nearly 50 feet, which showed that they were also guarding against each other, fearing that their goods would be taken by others. As long as we rush forward in a hurry, we quickly rob a few small caravans. How dare the other teams unite in a hurry? It's definitely about stabilizing your position! I'm afraid that they still wish that the other caravans were dead, so that they could take the opportunity to expand their business and become big and strong. ”

When he said this, many people were moved. While looking at them as "elite soldiers, knights, lords" and so on, in fact, their lives are only a little better than that of ordinary farmers, to put it bluntly, they are still well fed. And every meal is coarse bread, soybeans, and a salad that doesn't taste like a bite to chew! A little capers is good, but if there are a few salted duck eggs, it's already a "delicacy". If you can divide one or two pieces of meat during the festival, it will already be a great favor of the lord. As for the clothes and housing, it is not much better, the only difference from the farmers is that there are a little less patches on their clothes. They never had a chance to get out of that barren land, because the outside world was more dangerous! For most of them, life is all about living, about continuing dry days. Then, wait for the day of death. Occasionally, a few nomadic poets who can't get along with it will run out and sing a few lame and outdated old songs, and that's enough for them to relive for weeks. Some of the badly damaged garbage toys shipped out of the big city can also make them happy to report for a few days and nights like children. Not to mention getting rich, it is no exaggeration to say that many of them have not touched a gold coin since they were born!

And now, the alluring riches are just around the corner! They kept looking at each other, and some of them had already begun to exchange ears: "Maybe it's strong enough for a set or two of exquisite cutlery?" I'm tired of using those missing clay plates! ***！ If I can be strong enough to be a silver wine glass, I will be willing to die! ”

"Maybe it's strong enough to be a good weapon, I've dreamed of having a demonic weapon all my life, even if it's a first-class demonic weapon! Even if it's a dagger, I want it! ”

"Damn! These black-hearted businessmen always bullied us for not knowing the goods, and slaughtered us in different ways. I don't know how much money the poor have slaughtered. Now it's not too much for us to come back with a few copper plates! ”

"Last time we robbed three caravans in the middle of the night, only a dozen or so people died. It's night now, and there are a lot of us, what are you afraid of them doing? If you're afraid, you'll never have a chance to make a fortune in your life. Think about it, I entered the coffin without even touching a gold coin in my life, and I lived unjustly! (To be continued.) )