A few stray dingoes showed up on Intramuros Avenue in Nirell, perhaps from the squalid slums of the South End, or from some of the foul garbage disposal site, but it didn't matter.

The important thing is that Wangcheng Avenue, which is usually only accessible to nobles and wealthy people, is now in ruins, and occasionally a few broken limbs or even half-cooked rotten meat appear in the corner, which immediately causes wild dogs to fight for food.

In the face of hunger and survival, fear doesn't seem to be so terrible, at least in their instinctive perception, those terrible creatures in the distant square will not have any interest in them.

Wild dogs couldn't tell if the meat in their mouths was from werewolves or lizardmen, and these skinny, brown-spotted, skinny creatures with only green eyes that proved to be alive had the instinct to bite and devour.

But werewolves and lizardmen felt death and fear.

Especially the lizardmen, they also belong to the branch of the wurm class anyway, and the extremely thin blood on their bodies makes them feel the terrifying aura coming from the square even from a long distance.

Whether it's a crystal dragon or a hellish nine-headed dragon, that kind of top-level suppression from the bloodline makes the residents of the city honestly stay dormant.

Immortals fight mortals suffer, since the beginning of the war, these orcs have all found a corner for themselves that they think are safe, desperately let the warriors go, the rich and civilians have chosen to hibernate.

Especially for those werewolves who live at the bottom of society, whoever is in power will not let them live a better life, and as for those lizardmen, even the blood flowing in their bodies is cold.

Whoever dares to speak out at such a time must be very brave, or there is some extremely noble idea that supports him to do so.

"Little brother, can you please raise your hand on this, the palace has been destroyed, West has been ambushed, these hellish hydras are already the last strategic armed force of Tartaglia, if you are willing to let them go, the people of Tartaglia will remember your kindness forever, and no matter what compensation you want to receive, we will do our best to satisfy you. ”

Obviously, old Valenque was such a person.

After the Ultimate Forbidden Spell raged, a third of the royal palaces had turned into powder, and even the Hell Hydra had turned into piles of miserable white skeletons, and ordinary people in it would not have any possibility of survival, but Lear only glanced at him lightly.

Just this glance made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Don't take a bite of Tartaglia and a mouthful of people, you don't represent anyone, you and the queen around you can only represent the interests of the former aristocracy, I respect you because of Valenk, but not because you yourself have any virtues worthy of my admiration.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'll repeat to you again, I'm not here to help you restore, and if you want to stop me, now is the best chance. ”

Indeed, in Lear's current state, even the most ordinary werewolf warrior can crush him to pieces like pinching an ant to death, but old Valenke turned pale in an instant when he heard this, and could only smile bitterly, and a deep worry began to linger in his heart.

Not to mention anything else, the Kunsha standing like a mountain and a sea beside Lear is a moat that the swamp people will never be able to cross, and since the other party said so, it is unknown where they will go after this matter is over.

Wishful thinking that the reinforcements are not only no longer reinforcements, but have a faint rejection of them, but this is understandable, because their own people have never provided the slightest help from the beginning to the end and have been asking for it.

It was only at this time that the elder Valenque realized that he had made a fatal mistake, and he forgot that Lear had no obligation to help them in the first place.

Even if he had coerced Altyn on the city wall to open the city gates, he would have been able to make these requests now, but he was thinking that he would let Lear help him drag down the city's guards, and now that the other party had nowhere to rely on them, what value and exchange could he talk about.

The fist is in the opponent's hand, the big stick is also in the opponent's hand, the polished blade and the truth are all in the opponent's hand, it seems that West has already ambushed the sky and clear, but they missed the right hand of the god of destiny.

"End this fight, Mrak they should be in a hurry. Lear said to Kunsha.

He had been staying in Tatalya for more than half a month, while the time originally agreed with Mlak and the others was a week.

Originally, according to his idea, he directly took twenty crystal dragons to crush West and left, not wanting to mix with the mud of Tartaglia at all, but he didn't want to suffer the assassination of Gru first, and then experience such stubborn resistance from the swamp people, Palofodi is now in ruins, and the nearby Krurod is Tanan's territory, he doesn't want to delay it any longer.

The ground began to shake, and the endless powder that had been deposited in the light of the forbidden spell re-obscured the world in an explosive manner, mixed with the roar of the crystal dragon, the roar of the hellish nine-headed dragon, and the figures of the giant beasts were completely submerged in the smoke and dust of the sky.

The scale armor was torn apart, the flesh was thirsty and drunk, the incomparable poison melted holes in the crystal dragon armor, and you could even hear the tooth-sour sound of the acid eroding the High Magic Crystal, but more of it was the red light that was wantonly surging in the smoke and dust, which was the blood of the Hell Hydra.

One-on-one was already at a disadvantage, nineteen against five was even more one-sided slaughter, and after only a few minutes of kung fu, there was no more roar in the smoke, only sharp teeth tearing flesh gnawing bones and blood splattering on the ground 'poof' sound.

The massive bodies of the Hell Hydra were devoured at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even their thick spines were bitten by the crystal dragon and sucked desperately, as if they were trying to drain every vestige of their remaining strength.

The five-headed hell nine-headed dragon is now like forty-five dead giant pythons, the body connected to the python's neck has been devoured clean, and the gushing blood keeps flowing down the interface of the python's neck into the moat that has dried up, and soon the white bones and spikes underneath are all submerged, turning into a veritable river of blood.

The nineteen-headed crystal dragons were like hyenas that hadn't eaten for a month at this time, touching fresh dead meat, and the posture of snatching food was still half elegant and noble, if it weren't for the smoke and dust in the sky, their hideous and bloody appearance was enough to make the bravest warrior vomit out all the bile of the night.

After a quarter of an hour, when the smoke screen gradually returned to silence, there was only a large pool of blood at the city gate, not to mention the skeleton, not to mention the slightly larger scales, and the nineteen crystal dragons stood there like blood monsters crawling out of the abyss, their eyes red looking around for what seemed to be a thousand years of hungry ghosts, and soon, their eyes locked on the dozen or so mutilated monsters in the palace that were still slowly recovering.

It's just that without Kunsha's order, they had to suppress the desire to devour in their bodies and wait.

"Let's go. ”

Less than half an hour of meditation was far from enough to restore Lear's state, but he was able to walk unhindered, and when he regained his awareness of the elemental world, he found something interesting.

"I didn't expect that in the end, it was you who gave me a surprise. ”

A playful sneer crossed Lear's lips as he stood in a cave of several collapsed boulders and looked down at the bloodless figure in the cave.

West, he's not dead.

The front and back of those boulders have all turned into a sea of dust that can submerge the instep of the foot, but this one place remains intact, which is by no means how strong the texture of these granite is, and no living dead thing can withstand the assimilation of the sea of dust under the shroud of the light of the forbidden spell.

What kept West alive was the dull necklace around his neck, and the pair of boots on his feet, which were no longer visible—the anti-magic chain and anti-magic boots.

It's just that now his face is dull and his eyes are blank, and there is no trace of the majesty of the king and the pride of the leader, replaced by death-like despair, and after the despair is extreme, the kind of gray that the body tissues present is more disgusting than the soaked dead corpse.

Lear was already standing in front of him, but he didn't respond.

Like a dead man.

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