"Poof!" Xu Mo only felt that his right leg was hit by an object, and his feet couldn't help but weaken, and he knelt on the dragon's back.

Looking down, Xu Mo gasped, wearing an arm-thick javelin on his thigh. The javelin head was a nameless beast bone that had been polished very sharply, and the blood on the beast bone flowed down the wooden barrel, and at this time, Xu Mo felt a sharp pain.

Xu Mo gritted his teeth, broke the exposed barrel of the javelin, and dragged his injured leg back to his feet. The javelin leaked from behind him, and the five of them, except for the unconscious Emira, who was caught in the middle, formed a small circle.

However, there were too many orcs in the surrounding corridors to block all the attacks. Dragonthroat Orcs' bows, javelins, axes, torches, and almost everything that can be thrown around them are used by them to attack in all directions.

Tyrana Strissa had only flown half the floor, and everyone on the dragon's back was injured, and the old red dragon was sparsely stuck with bows and arrows and javelins. The flesh of the dragon clan is strong, there is no dragon scales on the old red dragon's body, and the bow and arrow are less than half an inch into the body, but after all, he is no longer young, and every drop of dragon blood lost makes him feel doubly weak.

"Tyrana Strasa, watch out on your left flank, there's a little covered bridge there!" Bridget pressed her right shoulder and reminded in a loud voice.

The beautiful knight had a shield and would have received the least number of attacks. But shortly after the battle began, in order to cover the old red dragon, she blocked a magic ball sent by Necrus. The powerful explosion shattered her right shoulder collarbone, and now she can only hold a shield in her left hand, and by the way, she can guide the old red dragon to fly.

Fortunately, the red dragon's flight speed was fast, and with only one mana ball, Necrus was out of the orc warlock's attack range, causing the old orc to thunder in anger. Otherwise, with the strength of Necruz's attack, no matter how strong the old red dragon's will is, he will not be able to withstand a few magic balls.

"Bang!" The pea cannon on Xu Mo's shoulder was powerful, and the particle-pulse cannonball swirling with silver lightning hit a charcoal brazier in the city's corridor. The splashing charcoal fire covered a large section of the corridor, and several orcs with strong hair on their bodies were turned into human torches, screaming and scurrying around the corridor, disrupting the rhythm of the other orcs' attacks.

It's a pity that the Pea Cannon's cooldown is too long, and it can only be fired once a minute. Xu Mo made full use of every launch of the pea cannon to the extreme, and every time the cannon was fired, the time was deducted, and not a minute or a second was wasted, and the target was either a brazier or an important target such as an elevator.

"Click, boom!" The old red dragon ran into a small covered bridge in mid-air, and its huge body broke the wooden covered bridge from it, and the broken wood flew sideways. After all, he has a serious eye disease, and despite Bridget's guidance and reminders, he still can't avoid all the obstacles in the air.

Wen Leisha's body shook, but her beautiful melon seed face remained unchanged, and all her spirit seemed to have melted into the bow and arrow in her hand.

"Bang!" A slight bowstring sounded, and a tall orc who was about to throw a battle axe on the opposite side leaned, clutching his throat and tumbling out of the guardrail of the corridor, falling into the abyss below.

Elven Ranger and Luo Ning are the ones in the squad who really have the ability to attack non-stop, but not long after the red dragon took off, Xu Mo asked Luo Ning to stop the magic attack and use protective magic to protect Tyrana Straissa instead.

Large beads of sweat dripped from Ronin's forehead, and the mage's face was a little pale, and for the first time, he felt that casting magic was so tiring. He had cast his magic shield more than a dozen times in quick succession, and at the beginning of the battle, he had been grinning and experimenting with several different types of protective magic, but after only a moment, he gave up and could only mechanically chant the most practical magic shield.

When Ronin was in Dalaran, he was only a mage engaged in the study of magic, but now he gradually felt the gap between him and the real battle mage.

Luo Ning has a high level of magical attainment, a deep understanding of magic, and is able to perform high-level magic. But when fighting, his mind often goes blank, and he doesn't know what kind of magic to use in battle. Whenever he reacted to the idea that he should use some kind of magic and began to recall the magic spells in his head, the time for the battle had been delayed.

The injuries of his companions around him often made Luo Ning feel uncomfortable, because as long as he was faster, he could have been rescued. The remorse and noisy battle environment caused him to have enough mana to support a long battle time to be consumed at an accelerated pace and on the verge of exhaustion.

The large amount of blood loss made Xu Mo a little dizzy, and the wound on his thigh no longer felt a sharp pain, only bursts of tingling and itching, as if there were countless small worms crawling out from the inside of the bones.

"What the hell is smeared on these orc bone weapons?" Xu Mo couldn't see a specific description of this injury from the real-time battle information screen, only a continuous damage state for up to 10 minutes. Prevent him from consuming some additional recovery items in order to keep his stamina at a certain level.

"Huh! The light above seems to be a lot dimmer! Bridg, who had been looking up to guide the old red dragon, said in surprise.

"Oh no, it's the Dragonthroat Clan above that is closing the gates of the city at the top of Grimbaatar's mountain!" Xu Mo looked up and observed, and was taken aback.

"Elder of the Dragon Clan, can you be a little faster?" Wen Leisa asked anxiously leaning over.

"I'll do my best!" The old red dragon's deep voice sounded again, his wings flapped violently, and rows of corridors swept in front of everyone.

"It's too late!" Xu Mo's face turned pale, and he stared at the exit of the mountaintop, which was already close at hand, and the two semi-circular thick gates were like pot lids, blocking the last rays of dawn from the outside.

"How so!" Luo Ning watched in despair as the last rays of sunlight in the morning were cut off from his eyes

"Don't give up, young friends, believe in your own strength!" The old red dragon's voice was still resolute and calm, "It's not time to despair yet, let's regain the light together!" ”

"Then try it!" Xu Mo gritted his teeth, and the pea cannon on his shoulder was aimed at the middle of the city gate, where there was a door latch the thickness of a bucket, and if you wanted to break the door, you had to break this latch first.

"Bang!" A large amount of sawdust exploded in the middle of the door latch, scattering them all over the place, and they were only more than a hundred meters away from the city gate at most.

"Spirit of Flame, listen to my call, eternal elemental, follow my command!" Luo Ning closed his eyes, the staff in his hand drew a circle, and the red flames quickly converged into the circle with his chanting, condensing a basketball-sized fireball.

With a wave of Luo Ning's hand, the fireball rushed towards the door latch with a long tail flame, landing where Xu Mo had attacked.

"Boom!" The loud explosion shook the gates of the entire city.

"It's just a little bit close!" A large gap appeared in the latch, and Winetha took a deep breath and drew a long arrow from her back and placed it on her bow.

An emerald green fighting spirit poured into the arrow along the arm, and the long arrow made by the oak heart suddenly glowed with a rich green color on the shaft, and tiny green leaves and buds actually pulled out from the top and bottom of the shaft, as if it was full of vitality.

"Bet on the glory of the Elven Ranger! Elven arrows, bloom! As soon as Wen Leisha let go, the long arrow disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and a small hole was added to the door latch in an instant. A ray of sunlight shone through the hole on the elven ranger's exhausted face, and the arrow pierced not only the latch, but also the city gate.

The next moment, a spiderweb-like crack appeared around the arrow hole, "Click! After a series of blows, the latch finally broke, and two latches the size of a bucket fell from the gate into the bottomless city beneath the city.

"Boom!" At this time, the old red dragon Tylana Strissa had also flown over the last hundred meters, and its huge body slammed into the city gate without stopping, and the people on the dragon's back slipped to the tail of the dragon a second before the impact, hugging the dragon's tail tightly.

The heavy city gate was not completely slammed open by Tyranna Strasa, but only a large hole was cracked in the place where the latch had been.

"Whew!" The old red dragon raised his head and roared furiously, grabbing the crack with a pair of front paws and tearing it left and right.

"Bang bang bang!" The dull cracking sound sounded continuously, and the city gate finally opened a breach through the crack.

"Crawl out along my body, quick!" The old red dragon's front paws gripped the sides of the rift.

Everyone hurriedly grabbed the old red dragon's body and crawled towards the crack in the city gate. At this time, everyone discovered that Tylana Straissa was almost covered in bruises.

Except for the place on the dragon's back, the other parts of the old red dragon's body were coated with dragon blood, and there were wounds of all sizes. The palm pressed against his torso, and he could even feel the broken muscles under the skin.

Xu Mo dragged his injured leg, gritted his teeth and climbed onto the dragon's neck, handed the dwarf girl he was holding in his hand to Luo Ning, who had already climbed out of the gate, and then stood up, wanting to climb out of the crack.

At this moment, Xu Mo suddenly felt that his intact left leg was weak, his body completely lost his balance, and he fell down, and out of the corner of his eye, he only saw that his left ankle was covered with a shoddy leather cord, and the other end of the leather cord was tightly grasped by several orcs in the top floor of the city.

"It won't be so unlucky!" Xu Mo's heart sank, his right hand shook, and the wind demon chain hooked a wooden board in the crack of the gate,

"Click!" The wooden plank that was bearing Xu Mo slowly broke apart.

"Are you going to be with the Red Dragon Queen?" Xu Mo smiled bitterly, and just when he thought he was going to be captured by the orcs, a chubby little hand reached into the crack and grabbed the wind demon chain hook, and with a slight pull, the group of orcs below immediately stood unsteadily, screaming like dumplings and falling into the abyss.

"Amira?" Xu Mo looked at this chubby little hand in surprise, like a toy, pulling himself out of the crack of the city gate, and then an expressionless big fat face appeared in front of him.

"Farewell, young fellows!" Sensing that everyone on his back had left, the old red dragon easily opened his front paws, and his huge body rolled and fell into the depths of Grimbaatar.

"Telana Teresa! We will definitely liberate the Red Dragons! Winetha lay on her stomach at the crack and cried out, a crystal teardrop falling from the elven ranger's eye.

"Farewell, buddy!"