"Go to Schönbrunn Peak! Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Florian looked pleasing to the eye, squinting and sighing.

"When have you seen His Highness Otto solemnly wear knightly armor? Jacob frowned and reminded, piercing the illusion on the surface and revealing the truth: "He obviously decided to go to Meiquan Peak to fight. If Frederick and the Hussars were to fall, and if the head of the Flamingo Crest was killed, Fort William's prestige would be shaken again, and his credibility would be shaky. Frederick was gambling, and His Highness Otto wanted Fort William to win. ”

Flory's head was shocked, and he remembered with mixed feelings that Otto had always worn only noble cloth clothes, and even in wartime, he lazily put on a chain mail, and looked proud that "no one can hurt me". It had not been a long time before Otto had seen his arms stretched out and asked his attendants to dress him in full-body armor.

He stared at the smoke and dust in the distance, and there was a vague sense of epic witnessing the turn of history.

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The lush woods swayed in the wind, and the woods were split in half by a meandering stream. The stream has its own sweet smell and is a tributary of the fountain on the mountainside. A vigilant fawn approached the stream and bowed its head to drink.

After drinking for a while, the stream suddenly turned a thick red, and a swollen boot was washed down by the current, and stumbled to a stop next to the fawn. The fawn was startled and jumped away.

Drifting a boot is not the most frightening thing for the fawn. What scared it the most was that the foot was still in that boot.

Upstream of the spring is the main road to Wiener, where there is shade from large trees, gentle terrain, and sweet mountain springs, which is a very good place to stay. But this fairyland with beautiful mountains and rivers has become a despicable battlefield.

On the flower-filled road, a royal carriage that had lost its war horse was shoveled on the ground in embarrassment, and it was burning with a "crackling" sound, and the flames were scurrying arrogantly. Beneath the carriage was a scorched corpse of a horse, and the remaining three horses were already frightened and galloped away.

Behind the carriage, half of the forest was already crackling, the air was twisted and distorted, and the heat swept towards the dragoons who were fleeing in confusion.

Filia's red hair flew in the air, her pretty face rubbed two places of carbon black, her red dress was encouraging, and she dragged the two-meter-long Wind King Sword with both hands, turning her head and shouting: "Her dragon breath is exhausted! Nick, Nils, protect Your Majesty and leave! The rest will slay the dragon with me, outflank the two wings of the fire dragon, and cut off her hamstrings!"

Suddenly, Sir Nils, who was covering Lily's escape from the carriage, shouted heartbreakingly, "Knight, the dragon is watching you!"

As soon as the words fell, the trees fell down, and the fire dragon flapped its broad wings with a "snap, snap", setting off an overwhelming wind, and struggled to climb to a height of 50 meters, and then turned to Filia, the size of a small ant, and glided down with her feet and tail, like an eagle swooping down from the sky, and shoveled towards Filia.

Filia opened her beautiful eyes, dragged the Wind King sword, gritted her teeth and stared at the roaring female fire dragon, calculating the direction and speed of the fire dragon's dive, and then turned around and dragged the sword, struggling to the left side, the red skirt inlaid with steel armor was lifted in the air by the wind, and the red skirt armor, white lace petticoat, and black stockings were elegantly exposed, which was beautiful.

When the female fire dragon swooped, her hooked tail swung, her wings slanted, and her body immediately leaned to the left, chasing in the direction of Filia's escape, the dragon's eyes were extremely fierce, the huge mouth spewed narcotic bad breath, and the roar shocked hundreds of miles.

Filia's red hair was swept in the face by the wind behind her, and she knew that the dragon was close at hand. In the next second, a huge dragon shadow had enveloped Filia, and she even smelled the slight smell of butane.

The winged shadow that hung over the ground was wide enough to cover four carriages side by side.

If you don't roll, you won't have a chance.

Then, Filia, who was dragging her sword and galloping, shouted desperately, "Tighten the encirclement! It's now!" and then she twisted around sharply, and her red hair threw out a brilliant arc, and suddenly rolled in the opposite direction, got up and dragged her sword and ran to the right of the south.

The female dragon was only ten meters above the ground, and both hind paws were already fluttering in mid-air ready to land, and the aerodynamics did not allow her to turn again. So the fire dragon ploughed to the left, but the cunning half-elf girl pounced on the right, and the female fire dragon angrily watched Filia and her staggered shoulder, and shook her head in anger and roared, but there was nothing she could do. The body of the female fire dragon was so heavy that she even threw herself on the ground in embarrassment, grabbed the ground with her wings, and staggered several steps before she barely braked and carved a dent on the road.

Elena lifted the burnt royal dress, turned her head and shouted worriedly, "Be careful!"

Filia's heart warmed, and she didn't look back, dragging the broad Wind King Sword with both hands, her red hair jumping up and down beside her cheeks, and shouting desperately: "Your Majesty, don't care about me!

After a subtle strategic deception, Philia brushed shoulders with the fire dragon, and then Philia rushed to the two stumbling hind legs of the female fire dragon, and let out a desperate cry, the divine grace radiation skyrocketed to 219, and the broad and neutral Wind King sword swept fiercely towards the twisting dragon legs.

The Wind King is a standard knight's greatsword with a blade 0.3 meters wide and two meters long, with no blade at the tip, and can be used to slash and deliver to slash enemies. As the chief knight of the guard, Filia inherited a "honor soldier" second only to the "imperial soldier" as a sword, and the sword body was mixed with the "gold steel" in the elven craft, so under the blue sword jaw, the sharp and smooth wind king sword reflected a faint pure gold light.

Mixed with gold steel alloy, the hardness of the Wind King Sword is one layer higher than that of Bafarian snow steel. Under this process, the Wind King Sword aims to exert the maximum power of the knight, abandoning the tricks of the blazing sword, ignoring the cunning of the Ben Thunder Sword, casting the sword body solid and heavy, the blade edge is smooth and flawless, and with the elven craftsmanship, it has reached the level of sharpening iron like clay.

The dragon's cheetah-like hind legs were covered with mottled ore-like carapaces, and beneath the sparse carapace were dragon scales, enough to withstand the slash of the constant soldier's blade. But the dragon scales are only dragon scales, and they are not as hard as the carapace on the dragon's tail and back, and Filia rose up to the full force of the Wind King's sword to slash, and it was very likely that it would be cut to the bone, and the fire dragon would be cut directly lame.

However, when the fire dragon pounced on the mud, he still turned around in a rage and looked at Philia's position, and saw Filia's red dress floating behind her right leg, and the fire dragon instantly understood that Filia was trying to cut the tendons in her legs, and immediately roared with its head raised like thunder, and the idle hooked tail swept the ground and slammed at Filia.

The dragon's tail is like a lobster, the back side is densely covered with carapaces, the inner side is a tight stacked pattern, up to three meters long, as thick as a human body, and there are scorpion hooks on the dragon's tail, which is slightly smelly and poisonous. The dose of dragon poison can be lethal when it is large, which is not the most tragic and infuriating, the most tragic thing is that dragon poison also has a strong anesthetic effect, which is simply outrageous. Poisoned knights usually die not by poison, but when they are paralyzed and stiff, they are caught by the dragon and thrown into the air, and the whole thing falls into the dragon's mouth and chews in half.