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The adventurers of the group in the dark forest still followed the Knights of Fiona to the east, and the forest, which had been filled with threats from magical creatures, became extremely quiet.

Hundreds of thousands of mercenaries poured into the forest like locusts, not to mention magical creatures, not even a rabbit could be seen!

A mercenary walked through the crowd with his own weapon, looking around with a somewhat uncertain expression.

"Don't you think it's strange that you can't see any of the beasts here?"

"What's strange about this, I've been in the Northland Ice Fields for a while, and that's the case in areas where powerful magical creatures exist, and here there is a giant dragon known as the 'Son of the White Dragon'! ”

"But I always felt a little uneasy in my heart... In the past few days, the adventurers who have escaped from the front have been frightened. ”

"Can we be like those cowards? Don't forget there's the Knights of Fiona up ahead! I don't believe I can't deal with a dragon with more than a hundred silver knights, and if you look behind you, hehe, even if it's a pile of people, you can kill that big guy. ”

The mercenary who spoke was full of confidence, so many mercenaries fought together, this was the first time he had seen it in many years of life, from a mud leg who was trying to eat to become a 'glorious knight' who awakened his fighting spirit, such a huge team gave him great courage!

Art was on horseback, and during this time he deliberately paid attention to the crowd behind him, but he did not notice the existence of the gray-clothed Sword Master.

Asking Ragnar of the Iron Fist Mercenary Regiment was of no use.

Because even they don't know where the gray-clothed Sword Saint has gone, if the kind of fierce god goes to the front ahead of them, I'm afraid they won't even want to get a copper plate for the bounty of that big guy.

But after so long, there was no news of the gray-clothed Sword Saint except for the adventurers who had fled back from the front describing how terrifying the 'Son of the White Dragon' was.

Just as he wondered if that person would go according to plan, a faint roar from the front made his face change instantly!

That wurm isn't going to be here, is it?!

The right hand gestured to the mercenary behind him to stop advancing, and looked ahead with a slight frown.

The deputy who followed him also looked solemn, "Commander, did you hear it too?"

As the Knights of Fiona stopped advancing, the mercenaries who followed them gradually stopped like a tidal wave.

Except for those who walked in front until something existed in front of them, the mercenaries who followed behind, or even hung from the tail of the group, just stopped and looked ahead for some reason.

But at this very moment!

Roar!!

It was as if the air was trembling, and the leaves on the trees around him were shaking gently.

If the roar just now was only faintly audible, then this earth-shattering roar, mixed with the incomparably powerful dragon power, was like a giant hammer, and it smashed into the hearts of Yate and every adventurer very clearly at this moment!

Everyone was shocked at this time!

Dragon!

The target that was originally worth 100,000 gold coins appeared, and the mercenaries who had already prepared it should be excited.

But the whole forest fell into a deathly silence after this deep roar!

The mercenary who was still talking with his companion in high spirits just now looked sluggish at this time, and his body trembled even more!

No matter how powerful they had imagined a dragon to be, it was only now that the truth had truly told them that even a roar that had not yet seen its main body was enough to terrify them!

There is also that indescribable thing for them, like the aura exuded by a powerful knight, except for the mercenaries whose strength is above the silver knight, the rest of the people have a great sense of fear in their hearts at this time!

It was as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at them behind them, chilling all over their bodies.

An incomparably rare dragon, even if it is just a wurm, the natural coercion brought by the elemental affinity and the power of the bloodline is not something that everyone can resist!

Like the High Elves, these powerful creatures are born to be the darlings of the Overworld, and it can be said that there is no creature other than the High Elves who do not fear dragons when they see them.

It is the instinct of the creature to live in the soul of the higher beings and fear the higher beings!

"It's... It's a dragon!

A poignant shout without any confidence tore through the silence of the forest in an instant!

Countless mercenaries who had been shocked by the dragon power just now had only come back to their senses at this time, but all of their original confidence disappeared in an instant under this roar.

All that remains is the fear of the powerful and unknown!

When this roar came, the warriors of the Knights of Fiona, who followed behind Art, subconsciously raised their riding spears, and the war horses under their crotches were restless at this time, if it weren't for their superb riding skills, I am afraid that the horses would have followed their instincts and fled from this place.

Art's face was expressionless at this time, and he comforted his mount, and from the trees in the distance he could hear footsteps coming, someone was coming, and there were quite a few of them!

He raised his right hand in the air and shouted, "Everyone, raise your gun!"

Like a low tide!

In the next moment, countless adventurers who had previously gone to the dark forest swarmed out of the woods like frightened rabbits!

"It's the Knights of Fiona!

"Captain Art, the son of the white dragon is right behind!"

As many as three or four thousand people fled the adventurers as if they had encountered a reef, except for those frightened cowards, most of them stopped, and before they even had time to explain, they took out their weapons and aimed them behind them.

"Damn! the big guy is coming after you!"

"Isn't even the black robe able to deal with it?hell, the Wild Bites are still stalling over there!"

Art's brow furrowed even deeper at this time, he had thought that the wurm was difficult to deal with, but so many people were on the run...

Taking a deep breath and grabbing a mercenary who had escaped from his side, Art said coldly, "What are you running to? Tell me what's going on in front of me?!"

The mercenary looked like he had been fished out of the water, his expression was terrified and sweating, and he kept looking at Art with his eyes floating behind him.

"You... You're the head of Dilumudo?!Flee with the men!That's not a beast we can deal with! Now the bites of the wilderness are stalling over there!Captain!For the sake of the Light, run away!"

With that, the mercenary broke free from Art's control, turned around and plunged into the crowd!

These mercenaries who fled back from the front not only brought the latest news, but more importantly, they brought panic to the hesitant mercenaries!