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Ian leaned down quickly, dodging Naga's tail sweep. Then he turned his head and yelled at Nicole, who was still stunned www.biquge.info "Nicole, give me your bag!"

Nicole was stunned again, she didn't expect Ian to be free to ask for her backpack in the peak duel of the dragon king Naga? Although she was also curious and wanted to know the reason, Ian obviously couldn't answer, and Nicole also noticed that Ian's speed was not as fast as before, and his physical strength was rapidly depleting.

If they can't find a way to deal with the Dragon King, they'll all die here.

At this time, Ian asks Nicole for her backpack, and Nicole can only gamble and do so. So she removed her backpack, but for a moment she didn't know how to send it to Ian.

"Just throw it over!" Ian pulled out another gap and shouted to Nicole, "Hurry up!"

Nicole gritted her teeth, since Ian had said so, she didn't care about anything, and just threw her back bag with all her might. Her backpack weighed a certain weight, and it was all tools for making traps, as well as some strange hunting gear. So Nicole doesn't know what Ian wants for these things, you must know that Ian also said that he bought a bunch of waste at the time.

With Nicole's struggle, the back bag smashed directly into Naga's body. It's just that this kind of strength is really painless for a body like Naga, and Naga almost doesn't feel it. Instead, Nicole's back bag was directly cut by Naga's scale armor, and when it landed, it turned into several useless rags, and all the contents inside were spilled.

The rope nets used to make the trap were left with a small half-jar of special honey, a brand new shovel, a mess of herbs, and a yellow tattered box. That's all Nicole has in her backpack, and Nicole doesn't know what Ian wants these things for, she can only pray that Ian has something in mind and not a mess.

Yes, Ian does have an idea. If you want to defeat the Dragon King, you have to rely on something in Nicole's backpack. It wasn't a rope net, because it obviously couldn't trap Naga. It wasn't special honey, although it had helped Ian hunt the Sharptail Black Feather Dragon, not to mention the shovel and herbs, Ian's eyes were on the inconspicuous yellow box.

This was one of the messy things that Nicole bought.

A few days ago, Nicole went out on the street alone, leaving with nothing in her hands and coming back with a bunch of things.

"What did you buy?" Ian said as he watched Nicole put it on his desk, rather speechless, "Even the shovel, are you planning to mine in the Tellmis Mountains?"

"It's good for digging holes, but it seems that mining can also be done. Nicole thought for a moment and said, "Don't you see that the metal dealers here all made their fortunes by mining in the Tellmis Mountains?"

Ian was about to taunt Nicole for a few words, but suddenly he smelled a foul smell. He frowned, sniffed and looked for it, and found it coming from a small, dirty box. Ian opened the box, and the stench hit his face so much that he almost vomited all the food he had eaten at noon.

The box contained small yellow balls.

"Oh my God, what the hell did you buy?" Ian asked, covering his nose, "You're not going to buy a lot of **** back, are you?"

Nicole couldn't stand the smell either, so she covered her nose and replied angrily, "You guessed half right, this thing is really made of." ”

"Are you crazy or sick!" Ian said a little frantically, "Spend gold to buy?"

"You know what, it's called a dung bomb. Nicole glanced at Ian and said, "It's for tracking prey, it's different from normal, don't you notice? ”

"I think as long as it wasn't my nose problem, I could still have noticed it. ”

"That's right, just drop a bomb on the prey and the prey will smell like this. In this way, hunters can easily track their prey even if they don't have a hound. Nicole explained.

"That's right. ”

"Well, it's all said it's not ordinary. And it's easy to use, well, just like that. ”

"Nicole Catherine, I swear, if you dare to throw that thing at me, I'll throw you out of here. Also, no matter how useful that dung bomb is, put it away for me, and don't make my house look like a latrine!"

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At the time, Ian was suspicious that Nicole was just buying that kind of thing to disgust him. But now, he has a bold idea, relying on these stinking dung bombs to complete the hunt for the dragon king Naga!

Ian turned into a nimble rat once more, and charged towards the dung bomb. Although the dragon king Naga didn't know what Ian was going to do, he and Ian were exhausted by now, and his patience was about to be exhausted. And it gradually figured out Ian's dodge trajectory, so this time it didn't attack Ian directly, and its sharp dragon claws deviated slightly forward.

Ian didn't notice that the Dragonlord's attack path had changed, and that most of his attention was focused on the dung bomb. So when he felt Naga's dragon claws shoot down again, he subconsciously rolled down like the previous ones.

By the time he sensed something was wrong and tried to avoid it, it was too late. Naga's dragon claws cut a deep wound in his back, from his shoulder to his thigh. The sharp dragon claws touched the flesh and blood, and Ian only felt the whole back numb, and suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Blood poured from the almost visible bone wound on his back, forming a pool of blood around him.

Ian looked up, and Nicole's dung bomb was less than ten meters away from him. But he couldn't take a step forward, and the sharp pain behind him seemed to make Ian understand why Al Granger had found the weakness of the Dragon Emperor Mussolini ten years earlier, but still died at his hands.

The most powerful power can sometimes hide its own weaknesses.

Ian buried his head in a pool of blood, unable to take a step forward. The red glow in his eyes was also fading little by little, and the World Tree behind him was also transforming from a towering ancient tree to a small sapling.

The Iliad's strength was dissipating, and his body was suffering from the weakness that came with the loss of strength. Even if hope was less than ten meters away from him, he couldn't take a step forward.

It's just a little bit close, it's just a little bit close, and it's a success.