The goblin airship in the sky bloomed like fireworks.

Zhang Yao stood in the formation and witnessed all this, until three small white flowers bloomed in the sky, which attracted his attention.

"What's that, a parachute under black technology!"

A trace of confusion rose in Zhang Yao's eyes, these three small flowers appeared before the explosion, and they really looked like three fish that had slipped through the net.

"Aragon, look below. In the other party's main formation, there seems to be a big man! ”

Boromo, who was hanging by parachute, roared, and Aragon and Frodo took advantage of the situation to look, and at the same time that Zhang Yao found them, the three of them also saw Zhang Yao in their own formation.

The eyes of the two sides looked at each other from afar, and Zhang Yao and Aragon laughed at the same time.

Zhang Yao was laughing, he was laughing at these three difficult brothers, who could still escape from the Clown Emperor.

The people of Aragon were also laughing, but unlike Zhang Yao's looming ridicule, the faces of the three of them were full of hideousness, and they looked at Zhang Yao almost wanting to erupt into flames.

"You say, if we kill this man, hehe" Alagorn looked like he was smiling, as if he was asking himself, as if he was asking for the opinion of the two Borromo.

Boromo and Frodo were shocked when they heard the sound, and the emperor who killed the emperor in the army made people's blood boil in their ears.

"Kill him, and maybe we can turn the tide of the war!" Boromo pondered for a moment, then said meaningfully.

"So what are you waiting for, why don't we give it a try?" Frodo was the youngest, but when it came to hatred, he was the biggest of the three.

The three of them looked at Zhang Yao's gaze, and they all became hot.

The great temptation is so intoxicating, three hundred percent of the benefits can make people get carried away, if you can kill the supreme ruler of the Rising Sun Empire, how much profit will it count!

One thousand, or ten thousand, Frodo had a fire burning in their chests, and at this moment they were like homeless people who had been hungry for three days, and Zhang Yao was a turkey dancing on the dining table, which was indescribably tempting.

The fiery gaze of the three of Aragon was in Zhang Yao's eyes.

And what made Zhang Yao feel even more incredible was that the three fish who slipped through the net actually controlled the parachute to change the flight, changing the original gliding route towards the steel fortress to coming towards themselves.

"What is this for?" Looking at the three of Aragon who were getting closer and closer, Zhang Yao was a little inexplicable.

Countless archers raised their longbows in their hands, waiting for an order to shoot the three miscellaneous fish at the honeycomb coal.

"Let them come!" Just as the archers were about to attack, Zhang Yao waved his hand and motioned for everyone to put away their weapons.

Many of the soldiers present didn't dare to go against Zhang Yao's words, so they put away their weapons one by one and took a step back, watching the three of them get closer and closer.

"Why didn't they attack us?"

"Who knows, maybe they think we're here to surrender!"

The people who were hanging by parachute all had questions, they didn't know that Zhang Yao had given the order not to attack, so they could only desperately speed up the landing and not let themselves become a live target in the air.

The parachute of the three Aragon landed on the ground in full view.

There is no imaginary rush to the top, and there is no planned shouting and killing. The soldiers of the three armies retreated in unison with the landing of the three of Aragon, giving way to a passage directly to Zhang Yao's side.

"Is it a conspiracy?" After the Aragon people landed, they were only less than ten meters away from Zhang Yao's position.

Conspiracy theories invariably appeared in the minds of the three of them. All this was so smooth that even ten meters away, Zhang Yao's chest that rose and fell when he breathed was seen by the three of them.

"Look, who's here!" Zhang Yao stood on the carriage and looked sideways slightly, his gaze swept over the three of them, and said with a smile: "The former heir to the throne of Gondor, Aragon. The former defender of Osgilias, the son of the Prime Minister of the Empire, Boromo! And you, my dear little Frodo. How long have we not seen each other, half a year, or eight months? ”

Zhang Yao looked at the three old acquaintances in front of him, greeting them like old friends who hadn't seen him for many years, not caring at all whether this was a battlefield or not, and whether the other party was his enemy.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to capture them!" A bat turned into Dracula's figure beside Zhang Yao and whispered to Zhang Yao.

As soon as Dracula's figure appeared, the three Aragon were like frightened rabbits, and they were all on guard.

The shadow of the famous tree, they didn't see Dracula in the sky at all just now, if they knew that Dracula was here, it was still a question of whether they dared to come.

"Stand down!"

Zhang Yao's fingers with the ring flicked twice, and Dracula took a deep look at the three of Aragon, and retreated to the side with his head down.

"What should I do, this vampire's strength is too high, we can't beat him at all!"

As Dracula took a few steps back, the three of them leaned together, still fearful of the vampire prince.

If Zhang Yao's heroes are the most powerful, people from the outside world may not know at all. But if you want to say who is the most well-known, it must be Dracula.

Dracula, who has been following Zhang Yao's left and right, is the hero who appears most in the public eye. And with the appearance of Dracula, the three of Aragorn, who were not very sure, were about to be greatly discounted.

What to do?

To kill, or not to kill?

As time passed, the three Aragon who were in a stalemate knew that this was an inescapable problem.

If you want to get to Zhang Yao's side, someone has to contain these soldiers. And if you want to kill Zhang Yao, someone has to face Dracula, the bloodsucking prince. And the most important thing is that Aragan, they are only three people in total.

"My sword is mixed with silver ore, give him to me. Even if I can only fight for a second, I'm going to hold him down. Frodo gritted his teeth and clenched the silver weapon in his hand.

Boromo and Aragon looked at each other and nodded silently at Frodo, this was already the best way.

"Boromo, cover us!"

After discussing all the plans, Aragon shouted angrily, picked up his sword and rushed towards Zhang Yao.

"Kill!"

Ten meters was not too far away, and Frodo, who was running with all his might, forgot everything, and only had a silver-white sword in his eyes and Dracula in red armor.

"Kill!"

Boromo stood behind the two, his sword raised sharply, and swung it at the rapidly rushing soldiers.

At this moment, all the soldiers guarding the sides rushed forward with their weapons brandished.

At this moment, Dracula snorted softly and reached out to grab the silver sword that Frodo had stabbed.

Time seemed to slow down at this point, and I saw a dozen spears pressed down on his head, pressing Boromo to his knees. On the other side, Dracula also grabbed out, and the huge force left five finger marks on the blade.

In just an instant, Boromo and Frodo had been suppressed, without any defense.

Frodo and the others looked up with difficulty, and their last hope was all pinned on Aragon.

Perhaps, pinning all hopes on one person is a mistake in itself.

In his sight, Aragorn maintained the posture of holding the sword to stab, the long tip of the sword, not bringing a single blood flower as Frodo and the others imagined, but firmly against a large silver hand.

The silver-white hand is Zhang Yao's liquefied style, Zhang Yao's palm is facing outward against the tip of Alagon's sword, and the distance between the tip of the sword and Zhang Yao's neck is only a few centimeters, but this distance is already a heaven and a land.

"Aragon, your sword is so weak, how can you kill me?"

Zhang Yao still had a smile on his face, and his palm was against the tip of Alagon's sword, as if this assassination was just a small episode.

In fact, this is actually the case, if there is anyone in this world who is the least afraid of assassination, if Zhang Yao says that he is the second, then there will be no more first.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, this is the dogma that Zhang Yao has always believed in. All along, Dracula has been following Zhang Yao like a shadow and protecting Zhang Yao's safety. Today, since Zhang Yao dared to let Dracula retreat to the back, if anyone who is really familiar with Zhang Yao will definitely be able to understand that this is not a joke, and the hidden meaning has long been revealed.

"Stand down, I'm going to have some fun with them!" Zhang Yao glanced at the disbelieving gazes of the three Aragon with a slight smile on his face.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" All the soldiers who rushed forward, including Dracula, bowed their heads in unison.

The soldiers let go of the spears holding Boromo down, and Dracula let go of Frodo's sword, and the two sides retreated in unison under Aragon's ghostly gaze, leaving an open space for Zhang Yao and Aragon.

"What does that mean!"

The three of Aragorn were in a state of confusion, this was not the script they had imagined, and it shouldn't be like this anyway.

It's wrong, it must be wrong, and the way the script opens is definitely wrong.