Suddenly, more than a dozen puppet warriors rushed up, and finally after the seven Terran knights had no hope of escaping, the seven Terran knights joined forces back to back, and quickly formed a circle formation, although the situation was not good, but these Terran knights did not give up resistance. Their martial arts are really proficient, and they deserve to be the strongest warriors, and they have absolute confidence in themselves.

The battle began quickly, and the martial arts taught by the famous teacher Zhang Yuan by the puppet warriors were much higher than those of the Terran knights. The puppet leader King Kong only used the golden steel halberd in his hand a little, and the throat of a human knight and his weapon had already penetrated together.

Just as Viscount Binge was lucky enough to think he had escaped the clutches, a chubby baby dragon smaller than a blue dragon cub flew past him. Viscount Binge froze, and then the noble Orc Duchy Terran nobleman thought that he must have been scared out of his mind. And above the white clouds in the sky, a man sitting on the head of a giant dragon had a pair of eyes fixed on his wolf bèi fleeing figure.

Viscount Binge's war horse was indeed a good horse, and the distance of miles was almost a blink of an eye. Seeing that there were no pursuers behind him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The two-legged puppet and the Forest Walker could not have run faster than the horse, and although there was no formal confrontation, the Viscount still broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

The strength and equipment of these Night Elf territory warriors still terrified the noble viscount's heart, and he broke out in a cold sweat. But fortunately, the private army of their merchant clan has a full 3,000 people, and it also has the great magician Dehaifak, and the two heavy armored cavalry of the hundred-man team. The heavy armored cavalry needed a whole convoy to transport the equipment alone, and the panic in the Viscount's heart finally calmed down when he thought that his hole cards were still so rich.

Seeing that the crisis has passed, the viscount, who has lost all his subordinates, is not as energetic as he was just now urging the war horse to gallop, and the war horse has begun to gradually slow down its speed.

In fact, Viscount Binge was a little ashamed in his heart, after all, in the battle just now, even the Terran knights knew to help each other, and his own lord general actually escaped from the battle first, which was really against the spirit of chivalry.

However, after this brief encounter, Viscount Ling Binge knew that none of his men were alive to see him escape, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Viscount Binge noticed a chubby baby dragon smaller than a blue dragon flying in front of the horse again, turning a corner, disappearing, and his eyes froze. He saw the blue baby dragon in the bearskin top hat and spat out its little bright red tongue at him. Once again, Viscount Binge rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but could not find anything.

Just when Viscount Binge was in doubt, suddenly a strong wind rushed from the back of his galloping horse.

A hurricane blew beside him, and the Viscount only felt a chill digging through the cracks in the chain mail, and the valuable gilded steel helmet on his head was blown away by the huge wind.

A giant red dragon swept past him with dancing grass and air currents, and soared into the sky again.

Viscount Binge saw a muscular figure on the back of the giant bird, looking back at him and smiling.

"I'm ~ a god!" Viscount Binge, who had never believed in God, had goosebumps, and he thought of God with his life, and became more pious than even the paladins, and at the same time he continued to gallop wildly in fear. The gods will not appear, Zhang Yuan appeared in front of him with an iron mace.

Viscount Binge's bred war horse was also a spiritual beast, and he tried his best to avoid this route. But contrary to his wishes, the dragon hovered above it all the time, and the wind from its wings tilted the body of the good breed warhorse an octave, forcing it to gallop down the established route, and no matter how much Viscount Binge whipped it, it had no effect.

Viscount Binge had originally planned to ride his horse into it, but the pair of huge maces in the hands of the night half-elf on the opposite side made him give up his original plan and had to retract the reins. The excellent war horse and the divine horse neighed incomparably, and the person stood up. And Viscount Binge's fingers quietly moved from holding the reins to the chain crossbow on the saddle bridge.

"Dear Mr. Night Elf, I am a diplomatic envoy of the Principality of Orc Power, may I ask why you are blocking my way?" Viscount Binge tried to put on a kind and aggrieved face, the spurs on his boots were slightly retracted, and the bred war horse slowly walked forward with light steps.

"Lay down your arms, Terran." As soon as Zhang Yuan said this, he laughed first, no matter how he heard this, he felt a little awkward.

"Sir! I'm a diplomatic envoy of the Principality of Orc Power! I'm here to present my credentials! Seeing that the night elf suddenly smiled, the Count was relieved, and began to use his camouflage skills to the fullest, so that his words could be filled with a sense of honesty as much as possible.

With this certificate signed by his elder brother, Count Binge, he won the trust of the border guards without any suspense, and shot the sentry at close range. After the hunting plan was completed in this way, no one knew that it was their power family business group that did it, and it was absolutely perfect.

No matter how arrogant the Chamber of Commerce of the Principality of Power is, after all, it has not yet reached the strength to compete with a Night Elf Kingdom. "Show me it." Zhang Yuan hooked his fingers.

Viscount Binge's face was full of friendly radiance, and he instigated the good breed war horse to move forward slowly. It was only a hundred meters away from the night half-elf riding a dragon. The smile on Viscount Binge's face turned into a sinister smile, this distance, even the gods could not escape the continuous shooting of the crossbow.

With an arrogant smile, Viscount Binge shot two barrels of crossbow arrows at the night half-elves standing in front of the dragon. Each Terran knight carried two chain crossbows equivalent to a fine war horse, and this time, the Power Family merchant group had invested a lot of money.

The poison on these bolts can kill dragons, and the double insurance also fills Viscount Binge with a confident smile, but this smile soon comes to an abrupt end.

A wall of ice blocked all the arrows that were fired, and the moment the ice wall and the crossbow 61 arrows came into contact, Viscount Binge actually saw the splash of ice flowers being shot by the crossbow arrows.

"No~~~~" Viscount Binge's roar only sounded halfway, and the baby blue young dragon wearing a bearskin hat flew over again, this time Viscount Binge could finally be sure that it was no longer dazzling, the baby dragon landed on the head of the well-bred war horse, flapped his wings a few times, and patted his chubby belly, as if he thought that this big belly was too fat, and it was a little difficult for the guide to fly.

The Count stared blankly at the blue baby dragon, the crossbow in his hand was clenched, the joints were blue, the sky was stirred by a gust of wind, and the dragon also landed beside the viscount. Although the excellent warhorse that had been trained for a long time was not frightened, the viscount was really a little frightened, this dragon stood there and was already several times taller than the earl on the warhorse, and its red eyes flashed like flames, looking down at him.

The real dragon filled the hearts of the viscount nobles with an indescribable sense of fear. "Do you want me to ask you to come down?" Zhang Yuan looked at this cunning Terran nobleman with a smile and said.

Viscount Binge's small eyes rolled violently, thinking hard about what to do. He suddenly found his body soaring into the air, and it turned out to be a blue baby dragon, like a small ant kicking away, and kicked him off the horse's back with a light kick.

"I can give you gold coins, I have money! I can redeem myself! Viscount Binge no longer thought about why a baby dragon who was not even at the level of a young dragon had so much strength, his first thought was how to save himself.

Holding back the great pain in his chest, he hurriedly got up from the ground, took out the money bag from his arms, and took out handfuls of yellow gold coins.