"Lord Lancelot!" the scout knight with the red gauze on his ears rushed in, pressed his left fist to his liver, bowed his waist and bowed, and anxiously reported: "The seven members of the high-ranking knight army have gathered, and they are ready to set off to track down the fallen knights-in addition, the border guard has handed over a 'report of the appearance of the dragon species'! There may be a fire dragon hovering in the foothills of the Alps!"

"Oh no! His Highness the Earl is crossing the Alps today!" Lancelot suddenly clenched the rag. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info silver arc flashed fleetingly, Lancelot skillfully returned the sword to the sheath, and walked out with a tiger, shouting: "The garrison of Fort William is entrusted to Sir Raymond." Raise the alarm bells, assemble the knights' battalion, and follow the high-ranking knights to the foothills of the Alps. Lead me!"

"Yes!" the lightly injured scout grabbed his cloak and galloped out.

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In front of the silver carriage, lay the bodies of four red raptors, not yet dead, struggling to get back on their feet. In addition, two red dragons "clucked" and knocked on two rows of teeth, and approached the carriage with murderous vigour, trying to jump into the fragrant carriage to see what kind of precious food was hidden inside.

Sheffield's face was covered in blood, and he gritted his teeth and shrank in the driver's seat, his hands holding his sword trembling all the time, unable to stop. But he always held his sword up, threatening the brutes, kicking and shouting, "Get out!"

The Red Raptor's snake-like probe almost snatched Sheffield's right foot in one bite. They could see that Sheffield's sword was trembling, so they pounced on the soft and the hard together, and the two pointed heads poked into the driver's seat at the same time, and "clicked" at Sheffield's body.

"Ahhh

The red raptor went crazy in pain, jumped backwards like a grasshopper, with a short sword embedded in his head, turned and fled.

It turned out that Sheffield's sword was trembling, not because of fear, but because of the muscle overdraft after slashing 3 dragons in a row, which produced a tonic tremor.

The other Red Raptor saw Sheffield empty-handed, and was so emboldened that he deftly jumped into the car, grabbed the driver's seat on his hind feet, and bent his head into the curtain - these beasts could smell the scent of blood, and they were more interested in the nobles in the carriage than the commoners.

Sheffield was terrified, lest the Red Raptors swoop into the carriage and eat Ophelia. He suddenly didn't shrink back, pounced on him and held the red raptor hard, and dragged the big lizard out of the carriage standing and walking, and his arms were full of cold and slippery scales.

The red raptor turned around like lightning and gnawed at Sheffield's neck.

Suddenly, a white and beautiful hand grabbed the tail of the red raptor, and dragged it hard, and the 100-pound juvenile red raptor was suddenly thrown into the sky like a chicken, and when it fell down, it was cut off by a power sword, and its head flew ten meters away, and its body splashed at Otto's feet, and the internal organs did not have time to pour out, until the shell fell to the ground, and the internal organs in the cavity flowed to the ground.

Otto's sword was almost to the point where the cut was as neat as a mirror. He slashed the red raptor and glanced back at Sheffield: "I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

Sheffield heard that Lord Otto was apologizing, and he was inexplicably moved, holding the wound on his shoulder and laughing hard: "No problem, Your Highness." Minor injuries do not get out of the line of fire, Your Highness. ”

Otto nodded, turned and dragged his sword, the figure blurred, and he had already rushed behind a crossbowman who specialized in throwing arrows, and slammed the neck of a red raptor into the mud with a single sword. He wore no helmet, no heavy armor, and his brilliant blue hair flew like a cloak behind him, methodically slaughtering the red raptors that approached the convoy.

This is simply a performance of body and cultivation. Fort William's "Sword of the Bright Moon" has little to offer, and Otto only uses the most basic "sword running style" to kill all the young dragons in his field of vision.

When Frederick came to the rear, he heard the light infantry clearing the battlefield muttering discontentedly:

"Anything that can catch up with him will be rewarded, hum, deceitful, it's all deceitful!"

"I fought hard to kill six Red Raptors, six! I thought I could always get a reward, but the result was ...... Ah, I don't believe in this bounty anymore!"

Frederick walked over to the silver carriage and saw a bloody Otto leaning against a carved iron railing to polish his sword. Frederick asked, "You're molesting the soldiers again - how many Red Raptors have you dealt with?"

Otto raised his power sword and looked at it carefully, and said slowly, "Nineteen." ”

Frederick immediately sympathized with the soldiers' grief and indignation, and secretly wanted to earn Otto's bounty. He asked, "Do you stop killing 19? ”

"The rest was dressed as a meat skewer by that man. Otto glanced at Farragut in the distance.

Frederick turned his head to look at Sir Farragut beside the crossbowman. Like a glorious statue, Farragut stood motionless beside the crossbowman, as steady as Mount Tai. On the two-meter-long flag gun, four flimpy red raptors were playfully dressed, standing there like sugar gourds, as if they were arguing with Otto.

Farragut was Frederick's die-hard bodyguard. He suspected that Otto was trying to win hearts by performing swordsmanship, so he also killed the Red Raptor, who tried to sneak attack the crossbowman, and used his spearmanship to fight Otto.

"You ......," Frederick cried and laughed. In the distance, Farragut glanced at Otto in silence before he reserved his spear and shook off the dragon's corpse for the light infantry to skin and dig out the liver.

"Dragon skin can be made into dragon scale armor, which is lighter and tougher than cowhide armor. As soon as Sheffield, who had escaped death, mentioned his profession, he immediately chattered excitedly: "The young dragon's blood can be used to refine red powder, although the meat is rough, it can be air-dried into marching dry food, and the liver can slightly improve the knight's cultivation, and the value is even higher after being mashed into medicine." Your Highness the Earl, we can make a small fortune. ”

"Only people with impotence need to be aphrodisiac. Otto dismissed it, pressed his left fist on the liver area, closed his eyes and said, "I only trust my liver." ”

Sheffield was saved by Otto, and quickly changed his words in awe: "The cultivation of eating liver to improve is like the weight lost by a fat person on a diet, and sooner or later there is a hidden danger of rebound." The strength you gain through sweat and practice is more solid than the strength you gain through diet. ”

The panting useless knight Florian leaned over, lifted his visor, and smiled happily: "Your Royal Highness, if you cut off the head of the Red Raptor, if you make a specimen and collect it, it will be very popular in Wiener! ”