"Huh, how can this be?" Arnold was taken aback and began to struggle, but the quicksand was completely powerless, and the bigger he moved, the faster he sank, and at once he submerged his lower abdomen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Haha, you've been hit!" several dwarven mages jumped up happily and celebrated with their crowns. On the narrow passage, insidious spells like quicksand are used to plot against people is too suitable, don't look at the bald man's majestic appearance of fighting ten, once he falls into the quicksand, he is no different from a lamb to the slaughter.

"Bastard!" Arnold slapped the sand hard, splashing countless fine sands and making himself head and face. Not far behind him, the prisoners screamed again and again, and the sound of bones breaking and the popping sound of blades entering his body was extremely harsh, which made him anxious but had nothing to do, so he could only sigh and say: "I have the intention to kill the thief, but I can't return to the sky." ”

"Kill, kill that bastard, avenge your brothers!" beside General Larsen, a squad leader-like man rolled up his sleeves and prepared to throw an axe, grinning at his slap.

"Look at your little bit of talent!" said Larson disdainfully, "that bald man is a true warrior, and even if he is stuck in a quagmire, he should not be bullied by people like you." ”

"But if you don't kill him now, what if he rushes out?" asked the dwarf team leader, scratching the back of his head.

"Don't worry, the quicksand technique can last for a day, and the reptile can't even think of it if it falls in, let alone a warrior in full body armor!" The leader of the dwarf mages stroked his beard and said triumphantly: "Anyway, he is a dead person, this feeling of slowly sinking and watching himself go to death is very wonderful, let him taste it." ”

"Take your men up!" Larsson detoured behind the dwarven squad leader, raised his leg and kicked him hard in the back of his ass, "We must break those prisoners, kill them all, and not leave them the slightest chance!"

"Little one understands!" The team leader was kicked by this kick so that his armor was crooked, and his eyes were full of gold stars, he was a little embarrassed to pick up the helmet that covered his eyes, turned his head and glared at those subordinates who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, waved his hand vigorously and said: "Rush up for me, kill!"

Hundreds of dwarven warriors rushed forward with shields and hammers in their hands, smirks on their faces, and as they passed Arnold, each of them consciously moved a few steps to either side, for fear that they would also fall into the quicksand.

"Come here, kill me!" Arnold's eyes were about to split, and he patted his chest vigorously and roared: "Grandpa is here, you guys who shrink their eggs, the one who dares to come over and die, haha!"

"I'll kill you!" a dwarven warrior was enraged by him, and with a sinister smile on his face, an axe flew and threw it at Arnold's head.

The axe spun rapidly with a cold light, and was grabbed by a powerful hand just as it was about to reach the top of the opponent's head.

"It's okay to be accurate, but it's a pity that the strength is insufficient, and it's almost the same as swatting flies!" Arnold shook his head and said disdainfully: "Give it back to you!"

As soon as the word "you" came out, the warrior saw a black object flying towards him, and before he could avoid it, he was slashed through his neck and flashed. "So fast!" he exclaimed, blood gushing from his neck and his head falling to the ground.

"Grandpa is here, who will kill me!" Arnold spat with a look of disdain, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him, and bypassed like a plague god, regrouped at the narrow passage, and launched a final charge towards the prisoners.

"Hold on, hold on!" watched the prisoners fall to the ground one by one, and the little madman was anxious. Arno was not far in front of him, but there were hungry wolf knights and dwarven warriors in front of him, and the short distance had turned into a moat.

He gave up the short sword in his hand, and grabbed a spear in each hand as a stick and whipped it indiscriminately, his strength was already amazing, and he was even wildest when he burst out with all his strength, and the enemy would be thrown out of the air as long as he was hit by a stick, and even his brain would burst and lose his life. But no matter how great a person's strength is, there will be no end, not to mention that he is facing hundreds of elite enemies in full armor. Although the little madman rushed and struck, he was quickly cut off from his comrades and surrounded by a group of werewolves.

"Whew!" the little madman was panting as he fought desperately, his chest rising and falling violently like a bellows, and the air he inhaled in his lungs seemed to be burning his lungs.

"No, it's almost to the extreme!" his heart began to sink, his legs were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't wait to throw away his weapon at once, and just lay on the ground and fell asleep with his eyes closed. At this point, he was holding on to it all in one breath, even if it would soon be discharged.

Crying and screaming incessantly, the prisoner rebels finally began to crumble, some of them sitting straight to the ground, left the enemy's swords and axes indifferent, and many more numbly and sluggishly brandished their weapons until they fell to the ground and died without a sound.

"Boss, I'm incompetent, I'm sorry for you!" Arnold didn't expect things to come to this point, his hands were on the sand and his chest was gradually submerged, the time of madness had long passed, and he had entered an unsustainable state of detachment, and he could only close his eyes with a heavy heart, and couldn't bear to look directly at the fate of his companions. His eyes grew darker and darker, and he gradually closed his eyes.

"Roar!" suddenly jumped out of the sea not far away, hovering in the air with flapping wings, staring down on everything below him with translucent eyes. The two sides that were fighting on the battlefield were stunned, looking up at the sky and looking at the monster in the sky in a daze.

"It's a ...... Dragon?" The dwarven king felt as if he was being stared at by a monster from prehistory, and a heartfelt palpitation arose, and he almost fell off the boar's back.

The dragon's whole body was snow-white, its body was crystal clear and exuding a glimmer of light, its height was close to 10 zhang, its outstretched wings directly covered the narrow passage, its wings flapped slightly and hung in the air, scanning left and right at the prisoners who fell to the ground under its feet, and the women and children who were crying in panic, their eyes gradually turned red, and the angry expression was written on their faces.

"Where did a wild dragon come from, hurry up!" Larsen saw that the dragon was coiled in the air and neither moved nor fled, but stupidly blocked the way of the army, and suddenly became a lot more courageous, and wanted to wave his hand to drive the other party away.

His arrogant confidence stems from the large number of his own people, and the combat power of werewolves and dwarves is not weak, even if a single flying dragon is as strong as a black dragon, it will not easily provoke them, not to mention that the dwarf king still has that powerful artifact in his hand, which is enough to bombard it to slag.

"I know that you dragons can understand people's words, and usually we dwarves don't interfere with river water, so I'll give you a warning and leave quickly, so it's good for everyone. Larson was so bold that he stretched out three fingers and said, "I'll give you three seconds, leave quickly, otherwise you'll be unwelcome, ......."

Until the count of three, the white dragon still did not move, just stared at him, like looking at an insignificant little insect, and a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Okay, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and hell has no door to cast!" was stared at by thousands of troops on the battlefield, Larson felt unprecedented attention, and was a little embarrassed to get off the stage. His face was gloomy, and the scar on his face became more and more hideous as the corners of his mouth twitched.

"The whole army has it, the target is ahead!" Larsen took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, pointing at the sky flying dragon and said loudly: "Spears, javelins, armor-piercing crossbow arrows, all ready, listen to my orders!"

The sound of armor swinging neatly sounded on the battlefield, and thousands of crossbows and javelins were aimed at the white dragon in unison, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

The Dwarven King quietly took out Thor's hammer and prepared to surprise the big guy with a sneak attack, but he didn't notice that on the hill behind him, countless metal spiders emerged from the cave again, flowing and tumbling like liquid metal, slowly converging into a huge silver moon spider.

"Ready, go!" Larson waved his hand vigorously, and countless arrows and javelins swept over like a storm, densely crafted into a black chain, like a black python.

With a complicated expression on its face, it just waved its wings slightly, as if it were just a trivial matter.

Boom! Boom!

The sea beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and huge white waves rose into the air, scattering water droplets in all directions, carrying a layer of mist on them. The white dragon's nose twitched rapidly, and a thick and loud ancient phrase echoed between heaven and earth.

"It's such pure dragon magic, I haven't heard it in years!" Orlando leaned weakly against the corner, his face extremely pale, he struggled with the battle against the Dwarven King, not only to protect the prisoner warriors from being struck by the golden lightning, but also to keep an eye on the situation on the battlefield and support at any time, and passively fell to the wind everywhere, and finally was drained of his magic and rolled down from the roof.

At the moment when he sighed, the sea water that flew into the sky quickly cooled and condensed, turning into a thick wall of ice, winding and rugged for nearly 100 meters, cutting off the entire narrow passage.

The soldiers thought wildly, and all the javelin and crossbow arrows that flew were blocked by the ice wall.

The white dragon's wings fluttered, and he poked his head out from above the ice wall, shaking his head with disdain, as if he was laughing at the other party's inadequacy, signaling that the other party had any vicious tricks.

"They're really in this group!" Larson spat hard and yelled at the top of his throat, "Come again!"

The spears were like a forest, the arrows rained up, and the long-range attacks all locked onto the white dragon, and the latter's wings flashed slightly, and two fierce winds visible to the naked eye instantly formed, and together they turned into an angry storm, flying sand and rocks rolled upside down, blowing the enemy's eyes, and scraping all the arrows and javelins without a trace.

"Bastard, there's no end to it, what a monster this is!" Larson wailed inwardly, and let out a long sigh. The Dwarf King was also dumbfounded, and the Hammer of Thor in his hand seemed to become a thousand pounds, and began to sway in his hand.

He is not a fool, he has also been in the world, knowing that this kind of dragon who can speak dragon magic definitely has a great background, and may even be a member of the royal family with noble blood, knowing the identity of the other party and making a rash move, will it be regarded as a declaration of war by the dragon clan, thinking of this, his heart is quite hesitant.

"Look!" The teleportation circle that was stationary after the first teleportation emitted a dazzling light, and it was obvious that someone was coming over again, and the dwarven guards exclaimed, their faces gradually frightened.

"Damn, there is no turning back arrow when you open the bow, fight with it, kill everyone here, who would know that there was once a noble dragon who died in our hands!" Thinking of this, the dwarf king gritted his teeth hard, and the evil was angry from his heart, and he raised the giant hammer in his hand with a hideous expression, urging the fighting energy on his body to stimulate the hammer of the thunder god with all his might, with a golden light on it, and it was about to rush into the air and become thunder.

"Well, who's pulling me?" Ravang suddenly felt his right hand sink, and he couldn't lift Thor's hammer above his head with all his strength. He looked down in horror to find a silver metal filament wrapped around his arm, and when he turned around, he found a huge exaggerated silver moon spider lying on the top of the mountain not far away, grinning at him with bared teeth and a cruel smile on his face.

"Bastard, let me go!" the Dwarven King exclaimed.

There was a thud, and another silver filament wrapped around his left hand, and the two filaments worked together to slowly drag him backwards, and an ugly and huge mouthpart was facing the dwarf king, and a large amount of metal saliva was secreted from it.

"No, help me, you fools!" the dwarf king tugged hard, but he couldn't break free, and could only watch himself being dragged into the abyss step by step. He turned his head to look at the guards around him and the mage leader not far away, his face filled with horror and anger.

The guards rushed forward in a hurry, slashing with their knives and pulling hard, and with all their strength they could not save the dwarf king, and the two metal filaments had penetrated deep into the flesh, and the slightest pull would make him scream in pain.

"Let's do it together, release the thunder technique, that guy is most afraid of lightning!" The mage leader sighed heavily, and said with a strong support for his weak body: "Raising troops for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, the dwarf king treats us well, it's time to repay him." ”

As the words fell, each mage pinched the Dharma in their hands and said something in their mouths, the azure arc of electricity jumped back and forth between their left and right hands, each time they shuttled, it became thicker and brighter, and finally they raised their right hands, and several arcs of electricity flew into the air and converged into a huge power grid, with a crackling sound towards the Silver Moon Spider as a hood.

The Silver Moon Spider had a panicked expression on its face, and with a loud roar, its whole body was as straight as a bow, and its body gradually retreated. It is not afraid of swords and axes, it is not afraid of general energy and spiritual attacks, but it is especially afraid of lightning.

When this guy first appeared, he was subdued by He Jinshui with a thunderbolt, and he was beaten into a puddle of metallic liquid by the lightning released by the other party in the process of fighting with the dwarf mage just now.

At this moment, a dragon magic echoed in the sky, and the sea quickly condensed after churning into the sky, followed by a burst of flying sand and rocks, and a blizzard mixed with ice picks and ice edges danced wildly, brutally ravaging the hostile creatures in the nearest area, and scraping the newly formed lightning web without a trace.

"No!" the dwarven king had just opened his mouth and wailed, when the wind poured in, and the screams disappeared without a trace.