The demon dragon Bunuaz retracted his two large wings in a huge way, folded them over his back, and landed on all fours. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info If not huge, it looks like an adult lizard at first glance. The thick tail kept flapping up and down, and the blackened city wall behind him could not resist the tremendous force, and with each fall of the tail, it hit a large number of black gravel. The demon dragon's expression was terrifying and angry, and his nostrils were constantly panting with a roaring breath, blowing the dragon whiskers on his face and swaying from side to side.

It strode with great strides as it swept across the moving city wall with its powerful front paws. The two claws of the bow on the left and right met no resistance wherever they went, and the soldiers, together with the battlements in the city walls, swept in all directions, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, one by one, mercilessly tearing them off the trunks of the trees. The remaining soldiers on the eastern walls of the Kuwan organization quickly retreated, and a large number of arrows were fired at Bunuaz along the way, but even this close distance could not break through the indestructible dragon scales. The War Crossbow, which could not move quickly, could only be abandoned in place, and was trampled to pieces by the demon dragon.

Standing at the forefront of the Wizard Legion, Medoli felt both angry and helpless as she watched the dragon slaughter the soldiers on the city walls with impunity. At this time, this big guy who has no opponent is not far from the magicians. "We have to find a way to delay it!" she thought to herself, her worried face couldn't hide her determined eyes, and her head was racing to find a solution: "The Great Magus are delaying their appearance, they must be preparing something. The magic released by the hundreds of magicians only made the dragon feel a little pain, so the only way to buy time for the magicians is to find a way!"

"Quick, let's use the magic system, let's gather the magic to create rain clouds, and kill it with lightning and thunder!" said Adori to the magicians behind her. She knew that it was not advisable to freeze on the walls that had been conducted by the heat, and it was impossible to delay the dragon's actions with resistance from under her feet. Since it is not possible to do it under your feet, then carry out the action from above. Ten thousand thunder splits are of course the best choice, the pain caused by lightning, as well as the paralyzing function of the nerves, should greatly slow down the pace of the demon dragon.

Bunuaz is still "sweeping" the eastern wall, and there is only half a dragon body between it and the Médories. Seeing the magicians chanting the spell again, Kuwan couldn't help but sweat for this group of mages with low defense: if they didn't cast the spell in time, or if the spell didn't work, then the magic dragon would slap the extremely dense mages gathered together to the ground one by one like cutting wheat.

Fortunately, a large area of rain clouds appeared in the sky in time. They blocked out the sun's rays and surrounded the dragon's figure with shadows. After a few rumbling sounds, lightning bolts slashed down from the rain clouds, targeting the dragon's massive body. Due to the different magic powers of the magicians, the lightning caused by them is also correspondingly thick and thin, and the power is also very different. However, the rain clouds produced by the combined efforts of all the magicians can greatly increase the destructive power of lightning.

One after another, thunder and lightning struck the demon dragon's body, making a "crackling" sound. Buñuaz's footsteps finally stopped, and it craned its neck, tilting its head to the side. It seems to be afraid of the power of lightning, and the big and vicious dragon eye that was originally bulging is now narrowed into a slit!

Seeing this, people seem to feel hope. "Keep casting spells, and don't stop until your magic runs out!" Medóri, turning to the magicians behind her, shouted, "I hope you can hold on!" she added softly in a voice that she could only hear.

"It's not going to be like that!" Morgan on the tower raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at the demon dragon on the eastern city wall that was violently whipped by silver whips, feeling a little disdain and disappointment.

Legend has it that the dragon god has many descendants and has a clear hierarchy. The kind of dragon that everyone knows to guard treasures, or like to collect glowing items, and sleep on a push of treasure when nothing is right, belongs to the lower ranks of dragons. They all have fatal weaknesses, and a spear with a trait or a sword with a mission can kill them.

Buñuaz didn't seem to be any ordinary dragon, though. Compared to those low-level dragons who whim, wreak havoc everywhere, and return to their lair when they feel like they are almost done, his attacks are extremely purposeful, otherwise he would not have breathed fire at the soldiers on the city wall as soon as he came up. If you want to satisfy your desire for destruction, it is not even more enjoyable to go directly over the city walls and set fire to the buildings of the entire city!

Bunuaz hissed again in anger, endured the pain of the thunder and lightning striking his body, and suddenly opened the huge wings that were already stacked on his back. It kicked all fours, flapped its wings twice, and soared into the air, straight through the rain clouds created by the magicians. A few bolts of lightning missed, striking the innocent city walls, stirring up bursts of rubble once again.

It's a pity that the thunder and lightning can't attack the sky, the effect of the rain clouds is lost, and the magicians have no choice but to stop the incantation. And the demon dragon Bunuaz had no intention of stopping. The huge wings were still flapping, the huge dragon head was raised high, the belly was bulging again, the bulge was bigger than the last time, and the yellow glow was more obvious! It was going to use more intense spray, and it was aimed at the group of magicians who caused pain to themselves.

"The flames are coming, release the shield!"

Like a burning flagpole, the red bear flame stretched straight from the dragon's mouth to the army of mages who were scrambling to cast spells. The speed was so fast that some mages who were a little slower in condensing their magic power died directly in the sea of fire. Although some other magicians managed to prop up the magic shield, their ability to absorb damage was not worth mentioning in the face of the dragon's angry spray, and the magic shield was broken almost the moment it came into contact with the flames. The surviving magicians are also doing the battle of trapped beasts, in order to be able to fight against the flames, they have to increase the output of mana, and the oversized load allows them to quickly use up the last trace of mana on their bodies, and when they are unable to continue to maintain the shield, they will inevitably be burned to death.

One after another, terrible cries came into Doneri's ears, from far to near, and she had reason to believe that most of her colleagues had died except for the magicians around her. As the Principality's First Magician Grand Instructor, she is the most powerful of the magician legions on the city walls, and when the dragon takes off to use the spray, she releases a large area of shield, protecting herself and the magicians within a certain range around her.

The demon dragon controlled the flames, shuttling back and forth among the mage legions, and the shields were broken one by one, and each time the shield was broken, it brought ashes to nothing. Right now, the vast team of magicians is only the last handful of people under the shield of Medóri. Bunuyaze even aimed the spray at them.

The mages under the protection of Medóli are also exuding magic power against this large area of shield, and the extremely powerful flames make the shield shrink rapidly. With Medóri-Dori as the center, with each step of the shield shrinking, several mages turned into revenants in the flames. Medóri, who is the main caster of the shield, knows this, of course, and she must use the magic in every cell around her to support the shield. The fearless sorceress had done her best, and she fell to one knee on the ground, her face carved into her face with pain, her eyebrows and eyes almost furrowed, and her teeth clenched so tightly that a creaking sound came from her mouth.

The magic shield, which is supported by will, is already crumbling, and it seems that the shield may destroy people at any time. Many people in the distance had bowed their heads in grief, lamenting the imminent annihilation of the Legion of Magicians.

"In the name of the heir of the god of light, I summon the arrival of great divine power. Spirits of light that leap between heaven and earth, listen to my humble prayer and give me a barrier against invasion! Give with magic and faith in light, and isolate all damage!

When despair enveloped everyone, a vast voice sounded, shaking people's hearts, the voice seemed to come from the distant sky, but it seemed to be close to the ears!