Although most of the momentum had been removed, falling from such a high place still caused Yang Long's ribs to break three on the spot, and with his lost arms, it looked very miserable and tragic.

"Cough" opened his mouth to cough out a few pieces of plasma, Yang Long ignored the pain and weakness coming from his body, and sat up as soon as he fell, looking up at the enemy in the sky.

As early as Yang Long shot the two daggers, the flying young dragons were startled at the same time, and each of them glided out to one side, trying to dodge the two weapons that seemed to be completely non-offensive at all.

After all, with many previous experiences, these two young dragons were already frightened birds, for fear of falling into the way of this hateful human again.

Therefore, the dagger twenty or thirty centimeters long only made a bloody mark on the bodies of the two young dragons, and it did not affect them at all.

And the young dragon, which pounced on an empty child, did not continue to attack, but flew towards Filmer, who fell in the sky.

"Hehe" Yang Long couldn't help but sneer, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he looked motionlessly at the huge body of the black young dragon dozens of meters away, falling from the sky towards the ground.

The blow just now didn't kill Filmore, and Yang Long knew this very clearly.

However, the body of the dragon clan is not comparable to that of humans, and after being so seriously injured, if it is not treated in time, it will not live long.

But what Yang Long didn't expect was that when Filmer's body fell to a height of fifty or sixty meters above the ground, it suddenly began to shrink and deform rapidly. In less than three seconds, he turned into a human teenager of about twelve or thirteen years old.

This young man was only about one meter three or four tall, with a delicate face and a thin body, with short black hair, wearing a set of black leather armor and trousers, like the heir of a great nobleman of Lordaeron.

Although the young man was good-looking, the missing injuries on his left arm and shoulder, as well as most of his body that was dyed red, and a blind left eye, rendered him extremely embarrassed.

This human teenager was naturally Filmore.

As a member of the Black Dragon Legion, he has great potential. Filmer had long since gained the ability to transform into a human form. Although it will lose most of its combat power compared to a full-grown dragon, it will prevent its injuries from worsening.

It's just that it takes less than two seconds to turn into a human form, and the blood that originally kept flowing. It has gotten a certain improvement. Although there is still blood coming out of the section. But it's not a fatal injury anymore

When Filmer was battered, it hovered motionless over the limestone swarm, the largest black juvenile dragon. He began to dive downward.

When the twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy appeared, the black dragon came to the bottom of Filmore in time, and slung it firmly on its broad back.

It wasn't until half a minute had passed that Filmer slowly opened his eyes.

After looking around, Filmer spat out a spatial ring from his mouth, took out something silvery-white like mercury, and applied it to the section of the wound to stop the bleeding completely.

Next, the young man who changed into the black dragon slowly stood up from the back of the childish dragon, and looked at Yang Long below with glass-colored pupils, and the pupils that were like a vertical line were full of fear and anger for the rest of his life.

"You this" Filmore gritted his teeth, but he didn't know what to say, and he held back for a long time before he cursed: "Filthy and inferior human scum, I must eat your meat bite by bite!"

Although Filmore's curse contained malice, the crisp child's voice that had not yet changed its voice made this curse sound auraless, but there was a sense of nondescript joy.

The object of Filmer's curse, Yang Long, who was seriously injured, just sat sideways on the ground with an expressionless face, staring at Filmer in the sky without any emotion.

"Damn! Damn! With such a serious injury, he will never be a threat anymore!" Feeling Yang Long's contempt, Filmore felt resentment and kept muttering in his heart, trying to give it some courage to continue fighting.

However, Yang Long's blow just now, as well as the loss of Filmer's courage, coupled with the fact that the young dragon after changing into a human form, has lost most of its combat effectiveness, and it is no longer realistic to want to attack it in person.

"You two, go up and kill him!" Filmer hesitated for a moment before making a decision, giving orders to the two fifth-order naïve dragons circling.

After hearing Filmer's order, the two young dragons who had been scratched by Yang Long's dagger throw, although their eyes were full of fear, still flapped their wings and pounced on the humans sitting upright below.

Yang Long didn't make any moves against the young dragon's attack, he still sat quietly on the ground, looking at the two black young dragons lightly, with an attitude that everything was under control.

Such a gesture deeply stimulated Filmore, and made its twelve or thirteen-year-old handsome face suddenly turn extremely blue.

But as soon as Filmer was about to test Yang Long with words, he saw two young dragons that had swooped down, one falling from the left to the right, and slamming heavily on the limestone pile, kicking up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

Seeing the two young dragons turn into corpses in an instant, Filmer, who was already in a state of shock, trembled involuntarily all over his body.

"It can't be, it's just a human!" Filmore's brain was in chaos, and when it lost its calm, it began to babble nonsense: "Even if it's an adventurer, how can a thief be"

Seeing Filmore's hesitation, Yang Long suddenly frowned, and stood up from the ground with his upper body straightened, looking a little seriously injured and waiting to die.

This move frightened Filmore a lot, and together with the young dragon under his feet, he unconsciously flew a little higher.

The two who are now hostile to each other, in Filmer's opinion, Yang Long still has the strength to fight, and it has lost most of its combat effectiveness, if it wants to continue to attack, it can only let the young dragon under its feet go up to fight.

However, the inexplicable death of the two young dragons just now made Filmore a little undecided, and after hesitating and weighing for a while, he finally gave up the impulsive idea of gambling.

After all, if this young dragon also died, Yang Long, who "still had the strength to fight", would definitely take its life easily.

"You've won this time, human. Filmer had decided to retreat, but before leaving, it had to say something to save the dragon's face: "But don't be too happy, the army of tens of thousands of orcs is hundreds of kilometers away, I will definitely return"

Before Filmore could finish speaking, he suddenly saw the humans below, as if provoked, and ran towards the direction of the young dragon.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Filmer screamed in terror as he commanded the young dragon beneath his feet, his head covered in a cold sweat of fear.

The largest baby dragon was also frightened, and before Filmer could give the order, it circled, and without looking back, it flew desperately towards the way it came, and disappeared into the already dark sky in a few minutes.

Filmer, who only cared about escaping for his life, did not notice the figure running on the ground behind him, but after holding on for more than ten seconds, he changed from a vigorous and agile posture to a little stumbling.

Especially when Zhilong and Filmore completely disappeared into the night, the tense strings in Yang Long's heart loosened, and he fell to the ground as soon as his feet were soft, and he passed out with black eyes

By the time Yang Long woke up, the sky had completely brightened, and the scorching sun above his head had begun to tilt to the west.

After closing his eyes and feeling for a moment, and making sure that there was no biological aura nearby, Yang Long slowly opened his eyes, turned over with some difficulty, and stood up from the ground.

Subconsciously looked at his left shoulder, Yang Long found that the black flame had disappeared at some point, leaving only the scabbed shoulder section after carbonization.

"It's really dangerous this time. Taking a deep breath, Yang Long couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Feeling the slight strength recovered in his body, Yang Long was not sure how long he had been unconscious.

Half a day, a day, or more?

Before the black young dragon Filmer fled, he said that the army of tens of thousands of orcs made Yang Long feel heavy in his heart, and it was obviously stupid to continue to stay here to recuperate from his injuries.

Only by leaving here can you find a chance to survive.

Therefore, he didn't care about his weak body, and his left hand, which had fallen from rummaging through the limestone pile, took the spatial ring on his finger into his mouth with his mouth, and then staggered towards the southeast.

However, compared to before the battle with the Black Dragon, Yang Long's travel speed was undoubtedly much slower now.

It took an hour for the old butcher to emerge from the completely destroyed limestone swarm, covered in gray-black soil and bloodstains from the air-dried.

Now that Yang Long's qi veins were completely destroyed, his magic and holy light energy were completely depleted, his arms were broken shoulder to shoulder, and his excessive blood loss caused him to lose less than one-tenth of his physical strength, he was in an extremely weak state in history.

If it weren't for the physical strength of the ninth-order beast and the leg technique with strong lethality, the native beast of the Burning Plains alone would have killed him.

But even so, after continuing to walk for a day and a night, Yang Long's physical strength was greatly consumed again, and his dizziness began to cause his eyes to be dizzy, and his body staggered a little.

As a last resort, Yang Long could only stop his journey, find a relatively inconspicuous hiding place, and hide in it to rest.

Perhaps because of the severe physical exertion, Yang Long lay down not long ago, and a deep exhaustion hit his brain, and after holding on for half an hour, he finally gave up resistance and passed out again

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