Evan looked at Tyrell who was eating: "So, your Red Dragon Clan now doesn't kill when you were young, but instead eats sweet silk fruits to hone your will?"

Tyrell replied speechlessly, "Why, it's just a hobby of dragons, and the other dragons don't understand my craze for sweets." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ai Wen breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you dragons were all like you...... It's a unique taste. ”

Tyrell said dissatisfiedly, "Could it be that in this world, the love of sweets has become an anomaly?" Why do you look at me like that every time?"

Ai Wengan smiled: "Actually, there is nothing to be interested in sweets, but are you sure that thing is sweet? I heard that an elf ate it by mistake and coughed up all the blood." ”

"Have you eaten it, don't comment if you haven't eaten it!" Tyrell retorted, but he didn't seem very confident.

Ai Wen waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I still want to live a few hundred more years." There's no movement over there, it seems that we can only attack, you dragons can hide from a distance and rub a few ice arrows and bullets. ”

Tyrrell agreed without thinking, "Okay, then let's rub it first, or do you go first?"

"Of course, you rubbed the door first, and I went to gather the troops. Go and call your two companions, ******I am optimistic about you, and you must beat the human on the other side so that he does not recognize his own mother." After Evan finished speaking, he went to call the shots.

Tyrell went back to gather a few of Garen's idlers.

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"Well, now that we're all here, let's start attacking as we prepare. First of all, the mage group, say you guys will rub spells for me!" Evan looked at the usually loose elves with satisfaction, and they were a little nervous at this time. Each elf stood in its rightful place, clenching its weapons and looking like an army.

"What is Love's plan, how come I don't know?" Tyrell was caught off guard, but he saw several druids and Eero around him chanting incantations, preparing for a massive carpet blow.

Not to be outdone, Tyrrell shouted, "Look at my Olympiad...... Ahh ”

"Well, why did you suddenly calm down. Tyrrell looked around strangely.

The druids all around them stared straight at Tyrell as if they had seen something amazing.

Of all the spellcasters, only Ero and Wifleur were still calmly casting, but unfortunately they stopped when they saw that no one cooperated. It wouldn't be nice to disturb humanity.

Evan walked up to Tyrell and snapped at him, "What's the matter, making such an obvious mistake. And if you stop and look at something, he's wrong alone, and as a result, it doesn't feel good to have to fight back with mana. You all give me a little more heart, go on!"

All the casters had to start all over again, and Tyrell began to paddle.

'Obviously, the arcane and arcane in this world are two completely different words, how can you subconsciously mispronounce them. Is it because I have always translated Chinese as the standard, and then read it out in my heart? That is to say, if I didn't have the talent of the dragon family, I wouldn't be able to learn other languages in my life. Tyrrell thought helplessly.

At this point, most of the elves' spells came to an end, and they exhaled the last syllable unevenly. In an instant, countless spells poured towards the city walls, and to Tyrell, it was as dazzling as Ultraman's ultimate ultimate. Colorful spell bullets formed a streamer of light, and bombarded the thick walls of Prague fiercely.

Although the walls of Prague have been treated with anti-magic, such a huge amount of spells bombarded on them is also a huge test of the physical resistance of the walls. I saw that the city wall seemed to have been punched head-on, but the city wall still did not collapse, but stood there crumblingly.

The wave of powerful magic just now didn't even kill half of them, which is enough to prove that these druids still have the accuracy of casting spells.

As soon as everyone finished casting the spell, the elven soldiers went out.

They rushed towards Prague as fast as they could, taking advantage of the fact that the humans had not yet figured out the situation.

And the blade thrower in the rear was not idle, and the driver put the huge round blades into the blade. These blades look a bit like the blades of an electric fan, but the power is different. An electric fan may cut off a finger when hit on the body, and if this blade with a diameter of almost two meters hits it, it is a miracle that it can survive.

One by one, the blades were swallowed into the blade thrower, and then they were fired with a thud. Even with the dynamic vision of the Tyrell Dragon, it only captured a little bit of the trajectory. The blade flew fast, biting down on the wall.

Since there is a central axis in the middle of the blade, the blade is often stuck in only one-third of the city wall. At this time, the ordinary soldiers of the elves also rushed to the bottom of the city wall. The human soldiers had only just recovered from their shock, and as for the Knight of Hosa, he had just heard a loud noise coming from the other side of the city walls.

The elven soldiers came to the bottom of the city walls, and some of them stood still and took out their bows and arrows. Shoot down the human archers on the wall with their heads out one by one, and the accuracy is breathtaking.

Most of the elves drew their swords and quickly approached the top of the city wall along the gap between the walls, holding the blade of the throwing machine with their right hands. From a distance, it looked like a group of nimble monkeys climbing the wall, and Tyrell felt that the graceful and beautiful elves were really disobedient when they climbed the wall.

When we arrived at the city wall, the real battle had just begun, and the previous ones could only be called raids or abuse.

The human soldiers hurriedly threw stones down before the elves could climb up, which had been prepared for a long time.

The elves did not panic even when they saw the stones falling, and they were shy enough to hide around on the city wall one by one, because they were directly watching the movements of the human defenders, so their predictions were surprisingly accurate. Some stones with a diameter of more than half a meter fell from the city wall more than ten meters high and smashed on the blades nailed to the wall, but they did not achieve anything. The blades thrown by the blade thrower are all tough, and they have not been broken at all.

Even if a human hits a big luck and hits an elf. But the elves already had a lot of druids underneath, and they released the root tendrils underneath to catch the falling elves, and then threw five or six healing touches on them without saying a word. By the time the first elf had reached the city walls, the Knight of Hosa, the commander-in-chief of the human race, had just put on his pants.

Tyrell was also in the corner, and he followed the druids all the way through. Suddenly, he saw Lily's figure, and Lily ran up the city wall as if she had hung Wia.