Thousands of miles in the sky, as clear as a wash.

Thousands of meters in the air, I saw a huge fire dragon flying from far and near, rushing towards the sacred mountain inhabited by the Tatar tribe, and Dylan and Osborne were sitting firmly on the back of the fire dragon.

When flying directly above the mountain, Osborne slapped the fire dragon under the seat with his backhand, and without saying a word, the fire dragon directly opened the dragon's mouth and spit out fireballs the size of a millstone on the mountain peak.

Boom, boom, boom!······

Hundreds of fireballs fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the mountain peaks below, causing the entire mountain to tremble. Feeling that the greeting was almost over, Osborne patted the fire dragon again, and the fire dragon, who had been spitting fireballs, obediently closed his mouth.

Dylan watched quietly, and in a few moments, hundreds of Indian warriors riding huge bald eagles flew from the mountains to the opposite side of the fire dragon, glaring at them with vicious eyes. Dylan's eyes were good, and he could see very clearly what kind of anger was in the eyes of these bald eagle knights. But even in such an angry situation, they were still very restrained and did not attack casually.

Well, restraint is the smart choice, because that way, they can live a little longer.

An old man wearing an eagle feather headdress broke away from the group and flew forward on a bald eagle, and he said in an emotional vernacular: "Outsiders, why are you attacking our sacred mountain, we Tatars have always had no quarrel with the world, we just want to ······ here."

Shut up!

Osborne didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and directly interrupted: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, hand over your tribe's totem pole, and I'll leave immediately." ”

What the?

You guys... Intruders, how dare they ······

Fight with them!

Fight with them······

Knowing that Osborne's purpose was a totem pole, these Indian warriors were immediately excited.

Totem poles are an important part of tribal culture and inheritance, which is equivalent to the statue of Jesus in the West and the ancestral ancestral hall in the East. In most tribes, totem poles serve as targets for collective worship and are absolutely sacrosanct.

The outsiders are powerful, and they also know that they are not opponents, if Osborne only proposes to ask for the treasure of the tribe or part of the population, they will also bear the pain, but the totem pole is absolutely impossible.

The old man at the head raised his right hand, and the angry warriors behind him closed their mouths. The old man pursed his lips, a pair of eyes shot a sharp cold light, he stared at Osborne and said slowly, "Outsiders! Do you know what totem poles mean to us?"

Osborne glanced at him and replied dryly, "Of course I know, then you will give it or not." ”

The old Indian seemed to be angry with Osborne, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "If this is what you came for, then let's go to war!"

Go to war! Go to war!

The warriors behind him also shouted for battle, waving their weapons in their hands, ready to strike at any moment.

However, before they could finish their slogans, the fire dragon under Osborne's seat opened its mouth again, and one after another flame-transformed arrows continued to spit out from the fire dragon's mouth. The originally majestic and mighty bald eagle warriors were powerless to resist under the spitting of the fire dragon.

One by one, the fighters, along with the bald eagles under their seats, were smashed into charred pieces by the rockets. The hundreds of rockets spewed out by the fire dragon instantly emptied the war eagle that had originally covered a large area of the sky, leaving only one ridden by the old Indian. When the dragon opened its mouth, the old Indian crossed his hands in front of his chest, and then emitted a cloud of white light from his body, blocking the rocket.

Seeing that there were still fish that slipped through the net under a wave of rockets, Osborne pointed at the staff in his right hand, and a green ray shot out from the staff, instantly hitting the old man. The glow on the old man's body was hit by the rays, and the light was dyed green along with his entire body, and then turned into a puddle of green slime that fell from the air.

"This is a level 11 curse, Corrosive Ray. Dylan came out with a scream when he saw the old man's appearance.

Osborne replied with a smile, "I majored in summoning and sacrifice, but I also learned a little bit about it by the way. Dylan, you have to remember that it's not a bad thing to have extra hole cards for yourself. ”

Dylan nodded, thinking to himself: "Of course I know that if I have to leave a few more hole cards for myself, I can save my life at the critical moment." The question is, where did I get so many hole cards, and I'm not you. ”

After speaking, Osborne patted the fire dragon, and one person and one dragon opened their mouths at the same time, reciting dragon magic in mid-air. Dylan could see that as the sound of the spell sounded, the fire elemental particles within a radius of a hundred miles were all converging towards the sacred mountain. Bursts of violent elemental fluctuations formed the shape of a cloud of fire over Mount Kinabalu.

Such a thick cloud of fire was felt even by the animals living near Mount Kinabalu. Under such a celestial power, the animals in a radius of hundreds of miles fled frantically, and from above down, you could see tigers, wild wolves, lynxes, poisonous snakes, hares, and foxes fleeing together.

AFTER ABOUT THREE OR FOUR MINUTES OF THIS, OSBORNE SHOUTED IN A DRAGON GROAN, "LIE YAN FEN CHENG."

Rumble!

The magic was activated, and the blue sky was dyed crimson by Osborne's magic. The biggest drawback of the strategic magic of "Burning City" is that it is activated too slowly, and the Tatars who live on the sacred mountain have now held up a huge shield.

The white light turned into a hundred-foot-long eagle, which was the power accumulated in the tribal totem pole for thousands of years. However, it seems that the giant eagle has not yet formed a spirituality, and just stopped there in a daze, and when the fire cloud pressed down, the giant eagle only spread its wings and barely blocked the fire cloud.

The old Indian man before felt that there was nothing wrong, and the power of Osborn's combined fire dragon was really not something that the Tatar tribe could resist. The cloud of fire only paused for a moment, and then immediately destroyed the giant eagle and pressed down on the crowd below.

In the blink of an eye, the raging fire encroached on the entire mountain forest, and none of the 30,000 men, women, and children of the Tatar tribe escaped, and all of them were buried in the fire.

Half an hour later, Osborne drove the fire dragon into the sea of fire, and the fire dragon was indeed a natural fire manipulator. As they flew through the sea of fire, the flames were avoided as if they were spiritual. Dylan, who was sitting on the back of the dragon, didn't feel the burning heat at all.

The dragon descended into the Tatar tribe, then retracted its wings, and Osborne led Dylan straight to the totem pole in the center of the tribe. This totem pole is indeed a treasure, and even in the midst of a fire, the totem pole was not damaged in the slightest.

Osborne walked up to the totem pole, stretched out the staff in his right hand, and didn't see him chanting a spell, a cyan wind blade appeared out of thin air, cutting the totem pole in half. When the totem pole cracked, a luminous object with a spiritual glow emerged from it.

Osborne came all the way and exterminated the Tatars, and it turned out that this was for this thing.