Of course, the soldiers of Thracian City also heard the dragon's roar, and saw the vision of the traversers stirring up the wind and clouds. They reacted quickly, and the urgent order was immediately conveyed, and all the resting soldiers got up and were fully armed. The Praetorian Guard lined up in front of the palace to guard the king. The city defense army sent a small detachment to rush in the direction of the dragon's roar.

"The little minion is in the way. In the sky, Atlas the griffon sneered, "I'll go and defeat them." ”

"Be careful, don't capsize in the gutter. "Panda admonished.

Atlas laughed in a hoarse voice in response.

He flapped his wings, his powerful wings making him as fast as a storm in a short time, and accompanied by the sound of the howling wind, he soon came to the front of the city defense squad of more than twenty people, holding a broadsword in the air, and looked at them coldly.

"Get out of here!" he roared, the roar echoing through the night sky.

The answer to him was an arrow from the ground.

"Hehe, you can't blame me for that......"

Atlas, who was already quite short-tempered, showed a bloodthirsty smile, although he didn't like to kill innocents indiscriminately, but since the other party dared to shoot him with an arrow, he must be ready to be hacked to death by him.

Whoever uses the sword against others must have the consciousness of dying under the sword, and this truth makes sense everywhere.

The griffon flapped his wings hard, and the wind swirled around his body like a heavy armor that deflected all the arrows that came his way, and he himself took advantage of the wind and rushed into it.

The broadsword, made of the sturdy alloy produced by the Ilo Workshop, was raised high and slammed into the ground.

"Eat my sacred big jump split!"

Before the sword fell, the wind had arrived, and in the fierce wind, these elite soldiers were dizzy one by one, and they couldn't even stand on their feet. And the sword that fell immediately after him split the captain who was the leader of them into a pool of blood.

Atlas's big jump slash is an additional burst damage, and if you can block it with a sword, you will only be blown back a few steps, and if you can't stop it, the whole person will directly turn into blood fireworks.

When the soldiers saw this scene, several of them who had a good relationship with the captain immediately became furious, screaming and rushing over to fight Atlas. But more soldiers felt chills in their hearts and involuntarily retreated.

At this moment, Atlas has revealed his true face as a griffin, his head is like a falcon, his body is like a lion tiger, a pair of scarlet eyes are shining, and a thick tail is thrown in the air from time to time with a violent crisp sound, he opens his mouth slightly, Bai Sensen's teeth flicker in the dark night from time to time, and the broadsword in his hand is even more like a burn, emitting the light of flames.

He let go of his coercion completely, but the soldiers who stared at him, even the bravest, could not help but tremble—it was not courage, but the fear of the dreaded predator hidden in his blood.

You know, even the griffin civilians can hunt beasts with their bare hands. Ordinary humans are as fragile as papier-mâché toys in front of them.

In the face of the few soldiers who rushed forward desperately, Atlas did not show any mercy to his subordinates, and with a wave of his broadsword, the sound of explosions and screams became one.

After only a few seconds, all that was left was a pool of blood around him.

He didn't chase down the soldiers who were trembling and retreating, but just looked at them coldly and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

The soldiers shook their heads desperately, some of them couldn't hold back their tears, and several of them smelled of feces and urine.

Atlas nodded, flapped his wings again, and headed away with a gust of wind.

When he had flown away, the soldiers, who had narrowly escaped with their lives, sat down on the ground, looking at each other, and seeing fear and joy in each other's faces.

Although it was a bit shameful, they actually survived in the face of such a powerful monster......

I don't know who started it, but the soldiers suddenly began to cry, and there was no sadness in the cry, only deep fear and uneasiness.

Crying was not the style of these Thracian soldiers, but here and now, only through a loud cry can they vent the panic in their hearts and remove the stress that has accumulated in that short period of less than a minute.

Otherwise, at least half of the people here will go crazy.

Atlas soon returned to his companions, and the traversers were fast, and as they made their way towards the Thracian palace, they continued to hook each other's aura and grow in momentum.

Above them, black clouds and winds roared and collided, and countless thunders came from them, like the roar of gods and demons, and everyone who heard it was terrified.

On the edge of Thrace City, on the top floor of a towering magic tower, several magicians were surrounding an old magician in gray robes, looking worriedly.

"Teacher, what's going on?" asked a middle-aged magician.

"The momentum of a legendary powerhouse. The old magician replied, "In that place, there are legendary powerhouses who are unleashing their momentum without any scruples—and there may be more than one." ”

His face was solemn, the wrinkles on his face were like knife cuts, and there was a bright light flashing in his eyes: "Our 'Lion King' Your Majesty, this time you have caused a lot of trouble. ”

"How troublesome is it?" asked a younger magician, "Is there any danger to Your Majesty with the Sword Saint in charge?"

The old magician smiled: "Even against a few legendary powerhouses, it is unlikely that His Excellency Swordmaster will lose—or even if he can't fight head-on, at least he will be able to escape unharmed." But...... Our Majesty doesn't have the strength of the Sword Master, and the legendary powerhouse fights earth-shattering, and ordinary people, even if they are just swept away by the aftermath of their battle, will die so much that they can't die anymore. Do you think Your Majesty has what it takes to save your life in such a battle?"

Among his disciples, more than one showed an anxious look: "Then can we do something for Your Majesty?"

"Don't be cranky!" the old magician's expression became stern, "the Thracian royal family has a large population, and if a king dies, another successor will be elected immediately. All we can do for Thrace is to support the new king when the time comes, and to keep the country from falling into chaos!"

"That'...... Do you just watch Your Majesty die?"

"Trees don't fall for no reason, and it doesn't rain in a cloudless sky. The old magician sighed, "From the day Your Majesty launched the war against Leighton, I knew that there was no way to avoid this kind of thing......

"As long as we go and beat others, and don't allow others to beat us, how can there be such a good thing in the world!"

At the sigh of the president of the Thracian Magical Society, the travelers had come to the square in front of the Thracian palace.

Facing the Praetorian Guard, the leader of the panda smiled.

"Think you'll stop us?"

As he spoke, he drew his sword and swung it.

A sword that hooked the momentum of more than thirty traversers swept up a violent wind, tearing the stone slabs on the square, turning into a tornado wrapped in countless gravel, roaring towards the formation of the Thracian forbidden army.