A clear dragon roar resounded throughout the El. A black dragon with a wingspan of twenty meters landed in the square, and the dragon's appearance kicked up a cloud of dust and cracked the stone slab.

Dragon Knight Minel. Landry glanced at the one of the black-robed men with the sword, and the anger in his eyes was self-evident.

"Is Saint Lando trying to start an all-out war?" shouted Landry, his claws parried by the dagger of the mad black-robed thief, and several fingernails had been shaved off.

"Oooh oh! Bloody blood, little kitten, let me cut your nails!" the black-robed thief shouted arrogantly, tangling with Landry again.

Minel gently stroked the scales of the black dragon and ignored Landry. He whispered to Sylvie, "Undertaker, you are very strong, maybe I would not dare to face your edge in normal times." ”

Sylvie tilted her head, she already knew what Minel was trying to say.

"Didn't you just eat the soul of a saint, and then do a lot of things with her body. Sylvie licked her lips, then pointed at Orsher, "I've used your granddaughter's body to this ancient elf many times. ”

"Your granddaughter would love it if she was alive. ”

"Shut up! Undertaker!" Minel roared, and flames began to circulate on his sword, his dragon roaring with him, the stars shaking in the sky as proof of his strength.

"Minel, deal with this elf first, the undertaker's business is not in this mission. The black-robed mage frowned and reminded.

"Whew, yes, the Undertaker is not on this mission. Minel cooled down strangely, revealing a hideous smile, which made Sylvie a little curious, "Undertaker, when this mission is over, I will make you unable to survive, and you can't die." ”

"Honestly, you're in a lot of mood swings and nervous, is your brain broken?" Osser scoffed at Minel, "The Doomsday Guards are more logical than you. ”

"Elf, I can feel the powerful energy in your body, maybe you have faced the abyss, but you are still nothing in front of Minel, I am not the same as then. Minel let out a sigh of relief, lifted the sword in his hand, and straddled the dragon.

"I'm a dragon knight now!"

The dragon roared and galloped towards Other, unimaginable that the massive dragon could move far faster than normal even on the ground, leaving a deep pit in the ground with every step.

Sylvie poked her head into Orsher's ear and asked, "Is there any idea?"

Orser ignored it, pulling out a red crystal and smashing it into the black dragon's head, sending a cloud of red smoke pouring out.

The smoke couldn't stop the dragon cart, and the dragon shook its head angrily and sped up.

But it soon stopped on its own, screaming, and frantically shaking its head, as if a large figure was tearing at its head in the red mist.

The red mist cleared.

The fierce blue progenitor's mouth bit the black dragon's head, and the black dragon was howling uncontrollably, while Minel held the dragon sword and kept leaving wounds on the blue progenitor's body, but this only slowed down the blue beast's tearing speed.

The blue progenitor dragon bit off a piece of the flesh on the black dragon's head, flapped its wings and retreated slightly, and began to eat in front of the black dragon.

On the other hand, the black dragon is now a little miserable, and the majesty of the first appearance is gone, and it is covering its head. Its dragon knight was also scrambling to deal with its wounds.

"Siha...... Dog ......"

"Dog ......"

"Dog...... Mixed...... Species"

The Blue Ancestral Dragon said vaguely, devouring the flesh of the black dragon, this Ancestral Dragon had not yet received the blessing of the Titans, and its intelligence was still below the horizon.

But it was the King of Magic, Malygos, who had not yet attained his pre-evolutionary form.

"This beast has a strong affinity for magic. Sylvie asked, "Why is it so terrible that you've summoned?" ”

"It is the ancestor of the blue dragon. ”

"Why don't you summon the raven named Ansu?" Sylvie asked.

"Summoning has a cooldown, do you have five hundred ice arrows a second?" Orse asked rhetorically.

"I'm not going to be an ice arrow. ”

Minel's anger rose up, his emotions engulfing reason. This brainless beast turned out to be ...... Hurt the black dragon that El rewarded him?

"Waste, stop howling, kill that beast. Minel shouted angrily.

The black dragon relented in its howl, but it still felt a piece of flesh missing from its head, which made it involuntarily terrified.

"Without a brain, we beat it with a brain. Minel magically regained his composure again, "Partner, take your time and don't rush. ”

Sylvie, who heard Minell's words in the distance, lifted her forehead.

"This guy might ...... Some have neurasthenia. ”

"No, he did it on purpose, he hoped to gain respect in this way, it was so stupid. Orser commented.

A man and a dragon began to confront the blue progenitor dragon that was eating.

And the black-robed group is watching Sylvie and Orsher's every move.

They have a high opinion of the ancient elven hero and are wary of the undertakers around him. This is the reason why they do not dare to act rashly.

The undertaker behaves eccentricly, has a quirky personality, and can meet her anywhere. The Holy See didn't bother her, but she was always in the way of the Knights of Light or the Vine of Shadows on missions.

Time waits for no one.

As long as the time drags on long enough, the Flame Guards of the Flame Woodland will soon come to the square, and then the situation of more fighting less will become more and less fighting.

"Come on. The black-robed mage made a gesture to indicate that time was running out.

The black-robed shield guard rushed forward with his shield raised, the black-robed berserker followed, the black-robed mage chanted in place, and the black-robed gladiator had circled behind Orsher.

This scene is familiar...... Maybe there were fewer people, but a small force of twenty-five people raided in the Dark Temple, and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

But the black-robed team in front of him ...... It seems that there is no treatment.

"It's really an unreasonable lineup. Orser commented, casually throwing a fireball behind him.

The black-robed fighter didn't dodge, he held his right hand in front of him, confident that he would be able to knock the fireball away or even crush it. This is the confidence of an epic martial artist.

However, it was not as expected, and the moment the fireball hit his arm, the flames engulfed his entire arm.

He looked at his right hand, which had been shattered to pieces, in shock.

Then he was pierced in the chest by a gray staff, and he slowly turned behind him, and was greeted by Sylvie's cute and playful smile.

The staff was drawn, and the black-robed fighter fell to the ground.

"It's weak, Vine of Shadows. Sylvie shook the blood off her staff, "I don't know how you were treated as an ace in the dark. ”

"They don't have a healer," Osher said, "and if they do, it's going to be hard to fight, and the tank is going to hold you down, which is annoying." ”

However, the blue progenitor dragon on the side had already eaten all the flesh and blood of the black dragon, and roared and pounced on the black dragon again.

"Dog mongrel!"