Chapter 139: The End of the Holy Dragon (3)
Xiluo and the others are actually not far from the seaside, only a few dozen meters away, but these dozens of meters have now become a moat between life and death.
As soon as he took two steps, a flaming demon wall more than ten meters long and several meters high rose in front of him, and the wall of fire quickly spread to both sides as soon as it appeared.
There is nothing to burn on the sand, and the source of the burning of the wall of fire is to extract the surrounding fire elements with Lear's magic power, and after solving the most direct threat from the sea, Lear no longer spares his magic power.
As for the sea serpent still lurking beneath the surface, Lear wouldn't mind sending it to catch up with his companion on the Yellow Springs Road if it dared to show its head after being attacked by the dragon's breath and witnessing the tragic death of his companion.
Haag led the infantry team to advance steadily, Ivo and the archer phalanx followed behind without hurry, countless black arrows raining down, from the initial covering blow to the point of accurate shooting.
With Lear's absolute suppression in the air, they don't need to rush up and fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.
And if the fish people wanted to rush over, then Haag's giant axe was already hungry and thirsty.
But if Silo wasn't stupid, he would have known that the only way to survive was to return to the sea, and although the turbulence at the bottom of the Misty Isles wouldn't be too friendly to them, it was better than just waiting to be killed like this.
This aggrieved battle has already made Xiluo desperate, even now he can't be sure of the level of the Holy Dragon Soul Shadow, but just looking at the appearance of the other party easily killing the quasi-seventh-level sea snake, he can know that even if he brings two real sea dragons this time, the ending will not be much better.
The absence of air supremacy and long-range firepower and spell suppression is a hard wound, and the battle is unfair from the start.
If it weren't for the fact that he had a strong physique and a dozen crocodile warriors with him, it would have been a complete massacre.
Of course, Lear wouldn't tell Xiluo that the holy dragon under his feet was the strongest creature at the ninth level, and even if there was no reduction in physical strength, it would be a proper quasi-eighth level.
What he was thinking about now was how to get enough interest from the fish-men beneath him to make up for the loss of his last chance to use the Holy Dragon Soul Shadow.
This was his last resort to strike a strategic balance with Peterley, but after this battle, he had to return to the ranks of the underdogs.
As Ivo and the others continued to advance, Hag and the fish-man warriors at the front had begun to engage in close combat.
The two barbarians, Haag and Tariq, are like two wolves slaughtering into the flock, an axe and a mace set off a bloody storm in a short time.
When the white-knuckle battle began, Ivo ordered the shooters to fight separately, but the tips of his own arrows were always locked on the left and right of Haag, and this brute had always only known about rampage, and did not care about sneak attacks from behind him.
But that's what Ivo likes, as his arrows are always shot into the eyes or hearts of enemies who try to sneak up on them from all angles.
After working together for a long time, Haag became more and more unscrupulous in handing over his back to his teammates.
"Haha! Tariq, you can't!"
Haag split an octopus warrior in front of him in half with an axe, ignoring the green splash on him, and turned back to Tariq behind him and sneered.
"Get out!"
Tariq swept away the swordfishmen in his way, smashed a kraken's head with another punch, and roared at Haag.
To be honest, even if there is a gap between his strength and Haag, it is definitely not too far, and after rushing into the enemy group at the same time with Haag, and now being led by the opponent by a full five positions is not because he does not work hard, but when he kills the enemy, he has to take care of the enemies on the left and right and even behind at the same time.
Although there are archers covering him, not everyone has the precision of Ivo's archery.
Especially when Hag got cheap and had to sell well, it made him even more angry.
"Let you have ten heads, if you can't kill it, invite all of us to drink at night!hahaha!"
Hag was not annoyed, and swung the giant axe in his hand into a whirlwind of black and white, and suddenly the stumps and severed arms flew in the enemy group, and the terrible and desperate cries of the fish people continued to sound.
"Stop them!"
Siloh also noticed the signs of the retreat of the fish-man warriors, he yelled at the crocodile warriors behind him, and immediately several tall crocodile warriors rushed to the beach to meet the two killing gods, Hag and Tariq, but he himself quickly retreated around the wall of fire with the rest of the people towards the sea.
It seems that this kind of thing is the same regardless of race, and it is very handy.
"Adela!"
Lear yelled on the dragon's back and lunged straight at the dragon for Silo, believing that the latter would take care of the crocodile warriors, but it would be naΓ―ve for Silo to try to escape right under his nose.
The distance of 100 meters was just two wings for the Holy Dragon, and when Xiluo and the crocodile warrior had just circled to the edge of the wall of fire, a huge black shadow directly enveloped him.
The ruthless dragon breath sprayed directly into Xi Luo's body, so close he seemed to be able to smell the breath of the holy dragon that did not exist, and after shouting, Xi Luo suddenly jumped several meters to the side, and rolled several times without hesitation after landing, so as to avoid the deadly holy dragon breath.
But the crocodile warriors behind him were not so lucky, their strong physique greatly limited their movement speed on land, and most of them only had time to react to the gesture of turning into ice sculptures of different shapes, only two crocodile warriors escaped the fate of being frozen because they stood behind.
What was left for them were two stout bolts of lightning.
After a dazzling white light that tore through the night, two crocodile bodies with white smoke were left on the sand, and they could only crawl even if they were not dead.
Siloh didn't even look at the tragic situation of the crocodile warrior behind him, but got up from the sand and ran towards the water.
Only twenty meters away, his feet were ready to step into the arms of the ocean again, and having the help of a sea serpent at the bottom of the sea would give him hope of escape.
As for the hatred of this defeat, when he returns, he will report to the lord that he will definitely let the other party pay it off with blood.
But Lear gave him a taste of despair.
A mouthful of dragon breath spewed on the sea in front of Xiluo, and the cold air made the sea water in a radius of fifty meters in front of him instantly freeze, and the holy dragon hovered in the air, while Lear looked down coldly at Xiluo at the soles of his feet, as if he was silently laughing at the innocence of the other party.
"I give you a chance to survive, order your men to lay down their arms, and then swear allegiance to me to be my slave, and after five years, I will give you back your freedom. β
Lear said coldly as he stood on the dragon's back, using the power of magic because of the distance, which allowed his voice to reverberate across the empty sand, without being drowned out by the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide.
"If you dare to kill us, Lord Schanel will definitely lead his invincible army to level your island, let us go now, maybe I can pray for peace for you, Lord Lord!"
After all, Xiluo still has a little brain, and he didn't make too many demands and threats, he only wants to leave this place now, as for what will happen after leaving, that will be a matter for later.
It's just that he clearly overestimated Schanel's deterrent power and Lear's patience.
"Then you should die. β
After saying this, the holy dragon under Lear's feet swooped down directly on Xiluo, and the two-meter-tall sturdy fish-man looked like an ant under the wingspan of the dragon.
"Ahh
Xiluo's eyes were red, and the last ferocity in his heart was aroused by the desperation, and the sea snake that had been lurking under the surface of the sea with his roar also rushed out again, only this time it no longer attacked the holy dragon, and the huge snake mouth bit directly towards Lear on the dragon's back.
Silo himself angrily threw the trident in his hand at Lear, and then leaped forward, and a long knife appeared in his hand again.
"Mole ants. β
Lear said disdainfully, and then a cloud of blue light enveloped him and the holy dragon in it, and once again disappeared from the air.
Seeing this, Xiluo's scales stood upside down, and he naturally knew that it was Lear who had launched the teleportation spell, but the others had nowhere to borrow their strength in mid-air, so they could only tightly shrink their bodies to guard against possible blows at any time.
A terrible hiss rang out from his left.
The body of the remnant sea snake was caught in the claws of the holy dragon, but the huge snake head was bitten by the larger dragon head, and then the holy dragon made a force with both feet, and the sea snake that was more than 20 meters long and as thick as a giant tree was torn into several sections.
A foul mist of blood burst into the sky like rain, and the Holy Dragon Phantom finally exhausted all its soul power in this attack, and after a burst of distortion and transformation, its size quickly shrank, and after placing Lear on the beach, it made a dragon roar gesture in the sky and turned into a little blue light, and finally dissipated in the dark night.
Lear and Siloh looked at each other a hundred meters apart, and the latter's eyes gleamed with cruelty.
"Now, do I still have to pledge my allegiance to you?"
When Siloh said this, his fangs kept making a piercing grinding sound, which showed the depth of resentment towards Lear in his heart.
From beginning to end, the mage relied on this strange dragon to inflict indelible damage on them, although for some unknown reason the dragon suddenly disappeared, but after only a fragile mage remained, Siloh felt that his chance for revenge had arrived.
"I really don't need it anymore, dead people mean nothing to me. β
Lear replied coldly, and then two magic scrolls appeared in his hands at the same time.
"Sluggish, quicksand. β
As his words fell, Silo felt that his legs seemed to be pulled by the earth and instantly became extremely heavy, and more than a dozen drastic swirls of quicksand suddenly appeared on the beach in front of him, completely limiting the distance in a straight line for him to launch a surprise attack on Lear, which made him instantly have a bad premonition, regretting that he shouldn't have been talking nonsense at all just now, and that mage should have rushed up to kill him the first time he landed.
Sure enough, before he could make up his mind, two new scrolls appeared in the other party's hands.
"Die. β
Lear stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiluo, a hundred meters away, and a huge thunderbolt of lightning instantly fell straight on the fish-man's body, and then before the light dissipated, a nearly two-meter-long ice spire pierced into the white light fiercely.
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