In the face of the huge red dragon, Kazkaz does not retreat but jumps towards the dragon, like a veritable "praying mantis in front of the wheel"

The dragon roared, its mouth open, and spewed dazzling linear flames at the monster that didn't know how to pounce on him. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Kazkaz flew against the linear flames, it was like a black stone under a waterfall, and like a rock in a torrent, the dazzling dragon's breath rushed through its blue-purple body, the flames that could burn molten gold, not even its wings could hurt it.

It flew almost unscathed in front of the dragon, and the mage roared, slapping the little mantis that flew towards him with a wave of dragon claws.

Kazkaz raised his ridiculously looking forelimbs and swung them at the dragon.

A dragon and a worm, when they were about to collide with each other, a sense of crisis suddenly emerged from the mage's heart, and at the last moment, he adjusted his flight trajectory, and the last two "people" staggered by.

At the moment of misalignment, the red dragon lost its balance, its body rolled to the right, it tried to adjust its balance, so it waved its wings, but it did not feel the presence of its right wing.

The mage jerked to his right, fear driving away confidence and rage in his chest, his dragon's eyes widening with terror.

The original strong and solid right arm was only a pitiful part, and the incision was complete, like butter that had been cut by a red-hot blade, and its right wing was also like a right arm, leaving only a pitiful part.

The dragon lost his balance, and he let out a terrified cry that did not have the momentum of the roar that had hovered in the air before, but like a panicked hen. The red dragon fell, knocked down several large trees, and slid some distance on the uneven ground before stopping.

The mage could hear the terrifying sound of flapping wings, and he could imagine that the praying mantis was in the air, swooping down on him with its sharp forelimbs.

The unicorn, hiding behind the trees on the hill, watched in amazement at the monster that pounced on the dragon from the air, which was so small compared to the dragon, but could easily seriously injure the dragon.

She stared at Kazkaz's purple forelimbs, which it had used to cut off dragon's limbs as easily as cheese. No, it was easier than cutting through cheese, because the dragon's wounds were much longer than its forelimbs, as ridiculous as cutting off a person's neck with a nail clipper.

Now, the "ridiculous" forelimbs swooped down on the fallen dragon, and just as the unicorn thought the abominable red dragon was about to become halved, the dragon vanished, or more precisely, he turned into a cloud of mist, and his sharp forelimbs slashed into the air. The monster swooped into the air, the tentacles on its head trembling in rage, slashing at the scattered clouds in vain.

The mage who managed to escape was hiding behind a large tree, and the sound of the monster jumping up and down in the clouds made his heart pound.

At the end, Bald Head, he used a small magic gadget to create a large cloud of mist, and then he used a spell to turn it into a cloud of mist. The monster was terrifying, but thankfully, the monster didn't seem to know much about spells, so he tricked him.

He took out a pinch of eyelashes and used it as a spell material to make himself invisible. After stealing, the black-robed mage rushed straight to the stone house not far away. It contained a teleportation magic circle that would allow him to teleport to a secret chamber in the eastern part of the Far Continent.

The clever black-robed mage didn't think he could have escaped this by simply stealth, if he had teleportation, he would have fled a long time ago, but today he had used up two teleportation spell slots.

Like a light blue mantis, Kazkaz realized something was wrong, screaming and flying into the air, circling in an attempt to find the mage.

Under the fear of the sky, the emaciated mage felt that the short distance of a few dozen meters almost killed him. He was out of breath, his trachea was painful, but the black-robed mage finally got into the stone house.

The black-robed mage sensed that the monsters in the sky had spotted him, and as the screams were getting closer, he hurriedly picked up a crystal flask on the stone table, which contained a purple-red potion. The black-robed mage hurriedly pulled out the stopper, threw it aside, grabbed the crystal flask, and sprinkled the purple-red potion on the complicated magic array on the floor.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, his mind thinking about his destination, his mouth chanting incantations, building connections to distant places, his fingers making strange and complex gestures, manipulating the power of the magic web to construct the configuration of teleportation, the flapping of wings getting closer and closer to him.

Although the teleportation spell only took a little longer than the first-level spell, the mage felt that it was a long time, cold sweat running through his blade-like cheekbones, and his heart pounding violently against his thin chest.

The sound of the immensely solid magical walls breaking through was like the sound of a death knell, and fear gripped his heart, and the mage's heart beat even harder, as if it were about to jump out of a chest that was lying together.

But now he was as frightened as he was, and his gestures were not wrong in the slightest. As if sensing that his prey was about to escape, Kazkaz broke through the wall and stabbed the black-robed mage in the back with his forelimbs.

The sharp forelimbs easily cut through his magical armor, the tips sinking into his flesh, but the pain didn't make the mage despair, as the distorted blue light lit up, he smiled, the spell was complete, and the blue light engulfed him through the space for a moment.

The spell teleports him to a distant shelter, and the terrifying creature will find its prey escaping once again in its hands, the blood left on the tips of its forelimbs taunting its stupidity and incompetence.

Strangely, the mage's head was dizzy from the familiar discomfort of traversing the space, he saw the familiar gray walls, he was no longer in the bright forest, the dim light of the magic lamps on the ceiling made him feel comforted, and the smell of dozens of mixed potions poured into his nostrils to make him feel reassured. The mage has teleported to a secluded and fortified shelter, a vault in the middle of nowhere, where no one would notice even if there was an explosion.

A mocking smile appeared on the mage's grim face, no matter how powerful the monster was, it didn't end up being played around by him like a stupid donkey. Not only did he succeed in bringing the materials of the "Shri Sutra" to the Eastern Empire, but he also obtained a pair of legendary weapons, which were nothing compared to the Black Panther he lost.

No matter how powerful the monster is, in the face of superior wisdom and esoteric arcane, it is not a stupid pig?

The black-robed mage thought with satisfaction, a smug look on his face, but his heart kept beating violently. He tried to take a deep breath to soothe his pounding heart, but he felt a chill in his chest, cold that made his lungs unable to breathe in the air.

He seemed to think of something terrible, lowered his head, the smile on his face froze, and the smug expression was quickly replaced by fear......