The moment Bowen grasped the "Black Edge", Albert began to frantically extract magic power to condense the fire element. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The furious fire elemental poured into his lungs with his breath, compressing and condensing in it. Gradually, his ribcage became more transparent, and even the flowing flames could be seen, and the dark red dragon scales also changed from dim to shining, and from shining to brilliant, blooming with a dazzling red light.

Eventually, the flames were transformed into incomparably hot dragon flames.

Long Yan breathed. ”

Accompanied by the earth-shattering dragon roar, Albert's mouth erupted with a liquid thick dragon flame.

In an instant, the temperature of the entire abandoned factory suddenly nearly doubled, becoming as hot as an oven, and the space was extremely distorted.

At the same time, Chevis's "Venom Breath" and Joanna's "Earth Strike" containing the power of the law have also been prepared, and they will surge out in a triangle parallel to the Dragon's Flame Breath and attack the black-haired werewolf Bowen.

"Damn it!"

Bowen could feel no pain, but he could feel death.

Looking at the shattered body that was pulled by the three forces, he roared unwillingly, trying to reverse it all.

It's a pity that everything was in vain, and the silver powder on Bowen's wolf claws continued to dispel the blood poison power in his body, making him unable to exert his full strength. Even the black-haired werewolves whose strength is comparable to that of a king-level powerhouse cannot offset the damage of silver to werewolves, just as no matter how solid the ground is, even stones cannot prevent weeds from taking root.

"No!"

A terrible sound echoed through the abandoned factory.

The power of the laws of the earth crushed Bowen's bones, and the venom corroded his flesh and entrails.

And the scorching dragon flame burned Bowen into nothingness. Looking up, the screams were still echoing, but Bowen had already evaporated from the world.

At this point, Albert was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. But then, he tensed his nerves again. The battle is not over yet, another king-level powerhouse has not yet been resolved, and besides, that middle-aged man does not have obvious weaknesses like werewolves.

Long before he stepped out of the back of the shelves, Albert had drawn up a battle plan. And smeared a layer of silver powder on the hilt of Chevis's sword. And the reason why he didn't smear silver powder on the blade of the sword was because he didn't want to arouse the other party's vigilance. Silver is indeed a sacred object to restrain werewolves, but if a powerful werewolf is prevented in advance, its effect will be minimized. That's why he repeatedly showed weakness, and it wasn't until Bowen was careless that Chevis threw a "black edge".

The strong will not necessarily be the winner, this is the experience of Albert after several great wars.

If you want to sing all the way, you must not only have strong strength, but also a clear mind that can always keep a clear head.

"Wait, Uncle Bill!" Albert shouted. Walking slowly towards the middle-aged man, "Let me talk to him first." He said seriously, for some reason, he didn't want to kill the middle-aged man. Maybe it was the little integrity in the man's eyes that made him feel compassion, or maybe he simply wanted to stop the killing.

The ten royal guards who were struggling to support them quickly retreated to the side as if they had been pardoned.

At this moment, the alien members of the Dawning Mercenary Regiment rushed over. Together with ten royal guards, the middle-aged people were surrounded.

"Your Excellency. Can you tell me your name before we face each other?" Albert said as he looked at the middle-aged man and pretended to be relaxed, but the pale face had already betrayed him.

In order to let Bowen relax, he resisted several fierce attacks. The physical condition is very bad.

"We don't have much to talk about, there are only two results today. The middle-aged man stared at the eyes as sharp as a falcon, "You die, or I die." ”

"Why do you have to do this, is it worth losing your life for the sake of a vampire?" said Albert, with some regret, "I can see that you are a man of integrity. You can tell from the fighting style you just had. You have a few chances to kill your opponent, but you give up because they are facing away from you. If you are an upright person, why should you be in the company of a cruel vampire, maybe you are loyal to someone else, but don't forget, everything you do is to help that vampire. With each word, Albert's voice raised by a point, and the middle-aged man subconsciously stepped back.

After a pause, Albert said seriously: "Don't make mistakes again and again, join my team." ”

The middle-aged man frowned, a hint of struggle in his eyes.

"No, I can't do that. After the silence, the middle-aged man gave up his hesitation and shook his head firmly.

"Why?" Albert asked, he could see that the middle-aged man was a little shaken, but in the end, for some reason, the other person's wavering disappeared again. Looking at the determined and somewhat indifferent gaze, Albert's mood was a little complicated, "What are you doing here?" he asked him,

"Nope. The middle-aged man said indifferently, and then tightened the giant sword in his hand, "Let's start." ”

With that, he charged at Albert, his eyes full of determination.

The strength of a king-level powerhouse was undoubted, but in the face of more than thirty gold-level martial artists, he had no chance of winning.

Albert sighed, raised his hand, and with a wave of his hand, three fireballs burst out. At the same time, everyone else raised their weapons and slashed at the middle-aged man with a roar.

The battle didn't last long, and of course, there was no suspense. Under the onslaught of everyone, the middle-aged man only lasted a few minutes before he collapsed in a pool of blood, covered in bruises. However, there was no unwillingness in his eyes, but a relieved smile, as if he was happy about it. "Thank you. He muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling, waiting for death to come.

"Why?" Albert looked down at the middle-aged man, feeling a little depressed.

"That man saved me, when I was most helpless. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I have to repay him, this is my fate." ”

"So you think of death, so that you can repay your benefactor, and you do not deceive your conscience. Albert muttered, "Yes, you've had a plan in mind from the moment you came. He looked at him, "You're not doing your best, are you?"

"Perhaps, that doesn't matter anymore. The middle-aged man was still smiling, but his face was getting paler.

"Tell me who he is, your benefactor. Albert asked, his brow furrowed, almost screwed in a ball. He mourned the misfortune of the middle-aged man. At the same time, I also think of myself.

After all, this world is not what it seems, and there are always some things that cannot be mastered.

Albert didn't know whether he should obey or refuse if the Great Prince asked him to make a similar choice, on the one hand, kindness, and conscience on the other.

"Kid, let me go. The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, did not answer Albert's question, and then closed his eyes, and a crystal tear slid down his resolute cheek, I don't know if it was because of his grief for what happened to him, or if he had something or someone he couldn't let go.

"At least let me know your name. Albert said calmly.

"Cage. The middle-aged man said lightly, "Do it, child, don't let me suffer anymore." (To be continued.) )