Gordon's eyes were fixed on the male dragon hovering in the air, and his mind was constantly thinking about what to do.

It's not too far from the camp, but it's almost impossible to run a distance of nearly a kilometer on this unsheltered river beach against the attack of the male dragon.

Another escape route is the fast-flowing river not far away.

At this time, it was the early spring flood season, and if you can jump into the river, you can at least avoid the pursuit of the male fire dragon, and the latter who hates water is unlikely to jump into the river to catch him.

Although it was also a gamble, he was in armor in the rushing water, and if he didn't pay attention, he would drown or crash to death on the reef.

But this may be the only way to survive.

With an idea, Gordon began to approach the direction of the riverbank, and at the same time instructed the somewhat overwhelmed pork chop to flee as soon as he had the opportunity.

The male dragon seemed to see through his plan, and with a turn of his body, he landed in front of him, right in the middle of the road he fled to the riverbank.

Gordon had no choice but to put his right hand on the hilt of the bursting knife behind his back and confront the male fire dragon.

However, the male fire dragon was clearly not interested in rubbing shoulders with him, and the huge head was slightly raised, and the flames and sparks jumped between its beaks.

"It's not good, it's breath!"

Gordon's face changed dramatically and once again pounced to the side with all his might.

A crimson fireball the size of a millstone blasted out of the dragon's gaping beak like a cannonball, and in the blink of an eye it crossed the river beach and slammed into a huge tree at the edge of the jungle that was as thick as several people hugging.

Flames flew with a roar.

The old tree, with its hard texture and knotted vines, was like a dry branch, and it was blown in two by the fireball.

Gordon only felt that his heartbeat had missed a beat, and if he hadn't avoided it in time just now, he would have been left with no bones at this time, right?

This kind of powerful breath is not something that the Blue Speeddragon suit can resist at all.

The male fire dragon, who had failed the attack again, roared, his dark yellow eyes locked on Gordon, his legs trampled on the ground, and the dragon's head wrapped in sharp thorns was like the tip of a spear, pointing straight at Gordon and attacking suddenly.

This kind of rampage sacrificing attack made him can't help but think of the pig strut of the Great Boar King, if this move is placed on the male fire dragon, it will be a dragon car that is a few grades more powerful!

Gordon was well aware that he could not afford to panic in the face of such an attack.

Estimating the speed of the male dragon and the distance between the two, Gordon rushed out at the last second, dodging the dragon cart while he still did not relax, and rolled farther again.

Even the Great Boar King will stop and turn in pursuit, maybe the male fire dragon won't?

Sure enough, the male fire dragon's follow-up attack came.

It flapped its wings and levitated into the air, then raised its feet and grabbed Gordon's back with its poisonous claws.

Gordon eventually miscalculated the range of the male's attack, and even though he tried his best to get out of the distance, the male's claws still cut through his Blue Speed Dragon armor, leaving a deep scar on his back.

The purple-black traces centered on the wound and spread outward, this is the poison of the fire dragon, far more than the poison of the poisonous mushroom juice!

Gordon could feel that the wound on his back was painless almost instantaneously, which was not a good sign.

The paralyzing sensation quickly spread from his back to his whole body, the speed of blood flow suddenly increased, his eyes began to become bloodshot, and blood gushed out of his nostrils and throat uncontrollably.

His limbs also began to become weak, and he did not obey the call, and if he continued like this, it would be impossible for him to dodge the next attack of the male fire dragon.

"Doodoo~Dood~Dood~"

The shrill sound of the horn whistle suddenly sounded, temporarily attracting the attention of the male fire dragon.

It's pork chop!

Gordon didn't have time to think about anything else, and with his gradually blurred consciousness, he took out the antidote from his bag as quickly as he could, which the instructor had emphasized countless times that he must bring.

With the infusion of antidotes, the toxins flowing in the blood are quickly broken down, the sharp pain in the back wound returns, and the uncontrollable numbness in the limbs gradually disappears.

Although the body is still somewhat weakened due to blood loss and toxin residues, most of the toxins have been removed.

"Pork chop! Crawl and escape! ”

Seeing that the pork chop was about to be caught by the male fire dragon, Gordon yelled.

I was so scared that I wanted to run away, but I was worried about Gordon, so I kept holding back the pig chop that had been afraid of attracting the attention of the male fire dragon, and immediately leaned down, and the claws quickly scraped the ground, and in a blink of an eye, it dug a hole enough for it to get into, and got into it before the male fire dragon bit it.

Feeling that he had been teased, the male dragon let out another roar of rage, flapped its wings and rose into the air, swooping down in the direction of Gordon's escape.

Gordon, who was running desperately towards the river, heard the flapping of dragon wings from behind him, suddenly turned around, and threw something in his palm.

Flashbang!

The brief but dazzling bright light exploded in front of the male fire dragon with the explosion of the flashbang.

With a roar of rage, the flying male fire dragon fell to the ground, seemingly unable to get up for a while.

Gordon waved his arm excitedly, and then continued to run for his life.

After a few seconds, the male dragon stood up again, his sight not yet fully restored, but he still had a rough sense of smell to locate Gordon.

Smoke billowed and a blazing fireball erupted again.

"Boom!"

The fireball landed on the river beach seven or eight meters away from Gordon, and the spread of the shock wave caused Gordon to stumble, and the flying debris cut his cheek, but he was relieved.

It's better than a fireball, isn't it?

However, what he didn't expect was that this time the male fire dragon was not a single breath, but a burst of fire!

Three fireballs erupted from its mouth one after the other, fanning in the direction of Gordon's escape.

The last fireball exploded directly at the blasting knife behind his back.

The sulphur-smelling smoke enveloped him, the scattered flames melted his armor, and the shock wave of the explosion lifted him up, flying four or five meters away.

He fell heavily on the gravel-strewn beach, and a powerful explosion sent large strands of blood spurting out of his mouth again.

I don't know whether to say unfortunate or lucky.

This fireball can basically be regarded as a blind male fire dragon for a temporary blindness.

On the other hand, if it weren't for the blasting knife hanging behind his back that just stopped him, this fireball might have killed him directly.

Lucky or unlucky? At this time, Gordon was not in the mood to think about this.

The raging river was rushing less than two or three meters in front of him, and the escape was in front of him, but he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

However, at this moment, a familiar figure burst out from underground.

It's the pork chop that went into the ground before!

"Meow meow!"

Pork Chop threw away the pickaxe in his hand, grabbed Gordon's shoulders with two small paws, screaming and dragging Gordon, who weighed several times his weight.

If it had been a year ago, when he had first arrived in Cocot Village, he would not have been able to drag his entire armor and fall into a coma.

However, a year of high-protein diet and rigorous exercise has grown it to a level that is difficult for its wild counterparts to match.

"Meow !!"

With all his screams, the pork chop dragged Gordon into the rushing river.

Leaving only the male fire dragon with the lost target, hovering over the river, venting his boundless rage.