Everyone's mouths were spewing fire, not because they had too much chili sauce for breakfast, but because of the area-wide magic bonus triggered by the Red Dragon War. This effect is neither buff nor debuff, as it has both good and bad effects. Anyway, this effect is the last stimulant of a person who dies from drug addiction. Brother, your life is short, drink this bowl, and you will go on your way.

Three minutes, two minutes and forty-eight seconds to be exact, we must bring down this red dragon that has fallen into madness, otherwise we will be greeted by the largest mass self-explosion in the history of "The Divine Realm". Thousands of people exploded and died together, what a firework that was.

"All the personnel moved to the direction of the Titan's right hand, and the person who was stared at by the red dragon consciously ran to the open space in the direction of the Titan's left hand, and when he blew himself up, don't accidentally hurt others, comrades, run bravely towards the sunset." Schilling thinks the same as I do, but he seems to prefer to put it into action. While I was thinking about the countermeasures, he was already directing everyone to take a stand.

The crowd began to move in an orderly manner, and occasionally a few unlucky people were swept by the dragon's tail or sent directly to the western sky by the dragon's breath while moving, and most of them still moved to their suitable positions without danger.

Suddenly, I saw a short figure slashing from behind the red dragon, its body shining with gold, it was the effect of the rapid healing technique. A closer look turned out to be pants, he was also swept out of the crowd by the dragon's tail just now, but fortunately he had rough skin and thick flesh (probably the dragon's tail just swept on his face), he actually miraculously survived, and under the careful care of the priests (fortunately, there was a male priest, otherwise there would be absolutely no one to add blood to him), he killed the red dragon with high morale. With the role model of the pants brothers, everyone's morale has been raised to the peak, anyway, now that the skill does not consume mana and is instantaneous, many people have begun to pour acceleration potions wildly, and they began to output damage as if they were desperate.

At this time, the pants made a bold and very stupid move. I've seen all sorts of bizarre and bizarre ways to commit suicide in "The Divine Realm", but I've never seen anything so neat and tidy.

The pants rushed directly behind the red dragon's big buttocks, squeezed the dagger in his hand, and shouted: "Look at the pants grandpa fuck you, grandson." He slammed the dagger into the red dragon's thick legs...... For a moment, everyone in the audience held their breath, as if someone had pressed a pause button and everything stopped.

At first, he didn't know what was going on in his pants, but he cursed and poked the red dragon with a dagger, but he soon noticed that something was wrong. "Why is everyone looking at me?" The pants raised his head slightly, feeling the focus of everyone's attention, "Could it be that my hidden masculine charm was accidentally leaked?" ”

"Hmph. Don't be obsessed with my brother'......" smiled at the pants that immediately entered a state of self-absorption, "I'm small, but I'm gentle and funny, and women who have had a deep relationship with me are full of praise for me." There is no greater role model for men in the new century. ”

At this time, a priest in front of him on the left pointed to the top of his pants, which slowly looked up to the sky...... He saw it...... Two flaming balls of lava, the red dragon's round eyes, were radiating infinite killing intent towards him. I saw that the whole body of my pants froze, and even my breath stopped, as if it had been petrified by an evil Medusa, and it became like a statue.

These are just silhouettes in that moment, just the blink of an eye, and the walking speed of time has become normal again. Soon, I saw the red dragon open its mouth slightly, and its chest bulged visibly.

"Pants, what are you doing in a daze? Run. Even a fool could see that the red dragon had focused his attention on this unassuming dwarf, ready to give him a standard dragon breath. I hurriedly roared. No thief with thin skin and little blood can withstand a breath from the front of the red dragon, and of course the legendary me is not counted among them.

As if awakened by my roar, his pants trembled, but he still didn't take a step, but instead cried and shouted: "It's not that I don't want to run, it's that I'm under the pressure of a high dragon, and my movement limit has increased by 100%, and I can't move if I want to." ”

"Aren't you shorty? The dwarf has a talent for resisting demons. I asked curiously.

"I'm not a dwarf, I'm a dwarf." Pants yelled angrily, "Don't think of me with those low-IQ miners. ”

"Oh." I nodded thoughtfully, then pulled a small handkerchief out of my pocket and shook it at my pants, "In that case, then you can go on your way in peace." Go all the way. ”

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With the loud sound of the dragon, the pants were instantly surrounded by a sea of fire, and then smoothly turned into a white light and returned to life. Remember: In the process of organizing a group to fight monsters, the word "grandson" is a special term for anti-monster tanks, and unrelated people should not use it indiscriminately, otherwise they will bear the consequences.

"There is a minute and thirty-seven seconds left." Schilling's roar interrupted everyone's prayer for the pants. Everyone is back in the Red Dragon Annihilation War. The anti-monster desperately shouted "grandson", and the blood added to the blood tried his best to pull almost every dying life back from the ghost gate, and all kinds of damage output classes saved even chanting spells anyway, just put the most powerful move at the red dragon.

As the clock ticked by, the clearing for the brothers who had been stared at by the red dragon and would blow themselves up was gradually covered with more and more corpses. At the time of the countdown, Tank Hansen blew himself up and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ni, Flea, Titan and others fell to the ground one after another, because their equipment was better (see the two chapters of dividing the spoils and dividing the spoils inside), so the red dragon was more painful, and the red dragon took special care of them and sent them back to the resurrection point a little earlier.

Everyone must be very strange, isn't my equipment even better than theirs, how can I still stand calmly on the scene and point to the west, is my luck really a lot higher than others? Hehe, don't listen to other people's nonsense, I can't help but habitually shake my long hair. In fact, the reason is that I am patronizing the command, and I don't have time to poke the big ass of the red dragon with a dagger, and the red dragon's gaze is naturally not my turn. I didn't mean it, I meant it. It is necessary for the supporting role to be cannon fodder, and it is also necessary for the protagonist to stand tall.

The countdown has entered the last minute, because of the constant attrition, I found that our output began to decrease, and the red dragon still has the last three percent, although the reinforcements are constantly coming, and the combat effectiveness is constantly replenishing, but I have to say, compared with the first batch of elite senior players, there is still a bit of a gap, looking at this, it seems that putting down the red dragon within the specified time has become a bit hanging.

I looked around anxiously, and suddenly froze on a person......

"Hey, I said Schilling, why haven't you blown yourself up yet?" I squinted at Schilling, who was completely undamaged all over my body, and my tone was a little dissatisfied, "Your equipment is better than mine, and your level is higher than mine, so you should be stared at by the red dragon earlier than Hansen and them." ”

"Aren't you busy directing? How can there be effort to output? Schilling frowned, "Besides, I'm the protagonist too." ”

"Only one protagonist is enough!!" I aimed at his ass and kicked him directly at the red dragon, "The damage output is not enough, take out your housekeeping skills." ”

"Yes, wife." Tears crossed the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was happiness or sourness, Schilling took out his shield and one-handed sword and rushed forward without hesitation, "Hey, grandson......"

The red dragon, who was very sensitive to this word, did not hesitate, and directly raised his claws to aim at Schilling's head...... Schilling lay down...... The brilliance of the archangel, Schilling's super skill, and Brother Xinchun's all-round display, full of blood and blue resurrection on the spot...... Before he could stand firm, the red dragon had another claw strike, followed by another dragon breath...... I shook my small handkerchief at the white light on Schilling's corpse: "Schilling, I will remember you like a trouser." "In the face of absolute strength, the fate of those with brains and those without brains is almost the same.

There was still thirty seconds left, and the red dragon still had two percent of his health, and the final sprint had arrived. Even though I'm the main character of the main characters, I'll have to pull out my weapons and do the hard work. I poke, I poke, I poke.

The last hundredth is one hundredth, and the countdown is coming to the end, five ...... Four...... Three...... Two...... One......

It was not much thicker than a piece of paper, and even in the end, it showed no signs of disappearing, and it stood like a five-star red flag on Langya Mountain. I swung my dagger one last time in near-despair......

Zero!

Is it falling short? Is it a failure? Or did you escape? Jedi Alive?

I just felt like my scalp was being pressed directly by a burning stick.

It's over, it's going to blow itself up. In the end, we failed......

At this time, the roar of the red dragon sounded in my ears, and then I was surprised to see a ball of flame jump out of my hair, bounce a few times, stop in front of the red dragon, and began to roll, and a strange circle of silver-white spells appeared around. It feels so familiar, déjà vu, like going back to when I first met someone.

The flames gradually coalesced into shape, a humanoid creature, a creature with the most perfect body curves and beautiful faces. The red hair that shone like a leaping flame, and the eyes that radiated a unique light......

I couldn't help but cry out, "Flemina? Is it Fleminna? ”

"Ikaruga, we're meeting again." Flemina winked mischievously at me, "Thank you for your hair for keeping me on board for so long, let me repay you well." ”

"It's really Fleminna." I excitedly shouted at the players around me who had survived like me. It was found that all the male players had a demented expression, with bright red nosebleeds from their nostrils, while the other female players blushed and lowered their heads embarrassedly. Well, Flemina has a very bad habit of forgetting to get dressed. Then, I also felt that as soon as my nasal cavity was hot, two nosebleeds patented by male players flowed out.

Flemina, who was the focus of the audience, obviously didn't realize this, and she had already forgotten herself and began to raise the red dragon: "Mother of the Red Dragon, I command you to lower your noble head in the name of the Fire Elemental Lord......"

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I'll keep it simple. The berserk Mother of Red Dragons was eventually succeeded by Flemina as her new mount. Reborn, Flemina hurried to reunite with her beloved Charity. And we players have obtained a lot of lucrative loot while completing another dragon slaying feat, although "Divinity" has entered the countdown stage, and the meaning of equipment and money has become small, but the more this happens, the more people love to show off.

"Everybody has a share, everybody has a part. Everyone, please line up...... "I happily divided the spoils, but my mind was thinking about the next task I had just received from the orc high priest.

The strength of the orc tribe without the assistance of the red dragon has been greatly damaged, and we have no intention of continuing to fight with other races, please convey the good intentions of peace to the noble white elf clan on my behalf. At the time, I just thought it was a simple errand task. However, the High Priest's words completely dispelled my thoughts.

"I heard that the white elves are worried about a crazy silver dragon, you need to be mentally prepared, they will probably tell you to deal with that dragon."

As I heard this, I looked at the High Priest in silence, I had never hated green-skinned creatures as much as I did now. "He's X, and the dragon slayer has to take a breath. I didn't let people live. I excitedly pulled out my dagger and aimed it at the high priest.

"You were counterattacked by the elite guards for maliciously attacking NPCs."

"You have taken XXX damage (this message is repeated dozens of times)."

"You're hanging."

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