Of course they see my anomaly, but there are shamans, magicians, warlocks, and something terrible can happen to them, so I'm nothing.

It's just that when the dragon found me, the look in her eyes still haunts me.

That's a kind of ...... Curious, suspicious, but with a sense of complexity...... A playful scrutiny. It's like the feeling you have when you're in the company of the old bustard in the tavern and you're going to pick up the women with whom you're going to talk about the origin of life in simple terms.

Of course, I'm the one under scrutiny.

I don't know what happens to the psychology of a sexually abused guy, or if there will be some psychological problems that will make him just as perverted, but that only makes me think of that when I think of that look.

I didn't know much about her at the time, but it was a very uncomfortable feeling, and it was only later that I learned about the dragon's past that I connected all these feelings.

I'm sure you won't like to be looked at by someone of the opposite sex.

Distinguish? Of course she treats me differently, how can she not treat me differently, after all, I am not her dear.

Well...... When a person is hurt, he projects the damage onto someone else in another form. Now I am the object of her anger that she used to vent the suffering she had suffered.

She was harder on me than on anyone else, and I didn't dodge, and instead of hurting me, the magic she unleashed on me gave me a sense of déjà vu.

The difference between shadow magic and other magic is that it doesn't matter if you're purple or dark red, dark or gray, they're all of the same origin, and the magic of the same origin can merge with each other and use each other.

The feeling is like ink dripping into an ink tank, natural and harmonious.

No one dared to confront her, but I chose to confront her, after all, if there was no one in front of her to attract her attention, her massive magic would kill everyone here.

I'm very clear about that.

And I approached her for another purpose, and that was that in her flames, I suddenly felt that my thoughts were becoming clearer and clearer. I also began to have a sense of enlightenment about the things that Yug Saron passed to me before he died.

I picked up the shield on the ground, and walked slowly towards her, and she just looked at me and kept saying some gibberish that I didn't understand.

Finally, "Stop! She yelled at me.

I didn't stop, but looked into her eyes, her ruined face.

"You're not an orc! You're not their person! Why do you exist! Who the hell are you! ”

Her voice was terrible, and she felt hysterical suddenly.

Just when I was still three or four meters away from her, she raised her arms violently, and at this time, the wounds on her chest were exposed, and red liquid flowed out of those wounds.

At this point, I was ready for her claws to fall, and she obviously didn't have the patience to wait for my answer, so she just slapped her paw down.

The shield in my hand resisted this blow, and it was at this moment that I sensed that she was about to be killed by us.

I have experienced a lot of powerful power, whether it is this power from a behemoth or an inconspicuous gadget bursting out, but strength is power, solid strength, weakness is also really weak, and that hand knows how many pounds and taels the other party has. And although this female dragon can unleash those terrifying spells, her body is already rotten, and her spells are only the end of a strong crossbow.

She raised her hand again and slammed it down on me, and I dropped another shield and dodged to the side. I wanted to tell them that they could deal with this monster with artillery, but when I looked back, there was no shadow of artillery, and I hadn't seen a single cannon in the whole battle. And everyone ran for their lives, wailing and wailing. The flying dragon in the sky is breathing, and so is the young dragon that has just emerged from the egg. Although the flames spit out by these young dragons that are not as big as a rooster are not as strong as a fart, the fact that there are so many young dragons really makes the soldiers feel a huge pressure.

They can't kill them at all.

I've seen mages use swarm magic, but the bursting frost magic not only hurts the dragons, but also affects the soldiers in the chaos. I glanced up at the she-dragon, her eyes were full of anger and murder, she really wanted to kill me now.

After slapping me several times, she gave up on using her claws for this pointless attack, and she squirted at me again. The flames burned beside me, and I suddenly heard a wail from the flames, and the voice was none other than the dragon in front of me.

She's actually in pain!

Suddenly, I saw a ray hit the dragon, and it turned out to be the attack of the red dragon Karen against the mother dragon. The she-dragon's two claws protected her face and allowed the ray to hit her. She held on for two seconds, then raised her hand to catch the light with her body, and then she pushed her hand, and a purple light from her hand resisted the light emitted by Karen.

It's the first time I've seen them compete in this way, and they're fighting like that, and when he can get the dragon's attention, he frees my hand. I pulled out my musket and aimed it directly at the dragon's head. But a second before I fired, I chose to shoot her in the eye.

I couldn't guarantee the effect of this bullet on her scales, and I didn't have much time for trial and error, but as I pulled the trigger, the she-dragon shook its head violently, and Karen's rays pushed the she-dragon straight back. The she-dragon fell to the ground as soon as she bent over.

"Kill that dragon! All on! "It's the she-dragon's roar.

Karen is a dragon not a human, but his life doesn't seem to be much harder than ordinary people, just watch all the young dragons fly towards him in black and oppressively and directly wrap him in a few seconds, only to hear a burst in the group of young dragons, all the young dragons were instantly lifted away, but after the young dragons landed one after another, the guy named Karen had fallen to the ground at this time.

"You deserve it! Death is too good for him! The she-dragon roared.

I wasn't sure if he was still alive because it was some distance away, and the two dragonmen were already running towards me. I raised my gun to one of them, but the dragon was unmoved.

Indeed, for these magical creatures, this damage is not much worse than a mosquito bite. So I fired two more shots, and the two dragonmen came closer, and I dropped my musket and pulled out the hammer from my waist.

The height of the dragonman is not very short, more than two meters is the shortest I have ever seen, now these two are at least two and a half meters, although the flame of the mother dragon is ineffective against me, but the axe smashed on my head should be able to make me lose the ability to refute forever, so I chose to take the initiative. One forward roll and one side roll, and the dragonman on the left was dodged to the side by me, and I threw my hand at his heel.

Heel: This is a very special place.

Dragons have the same structure and shape of their lower limbs as cats and dogs, and this place is more fragile and important than the knees.

I don't know if you've ever played with a dog, but the dog's hind legs are very strong, although the feet are small and the calves are thinner, but the muscles above the thighs are very strong and thick. Even though the dragon was almost half a body taller than me, he fell to the ground as soon as the hammer struck, and the dragon's cry told me that it would make him lie on the ground for a while.

The dragon on the right reacted and pounced on me, and he directly raised his axe and smashed it down on me, and I raised my shield to meet it, but I was not stupid, my shield was on the side, and his axe was opened by me. Jumping two steps to the side, I distanced myself from him again.

I was taken aback by the fact that he took two steps at me and staggered and fell in front of me, but the hammer that he instinctively raised also landed on his head.

The dragon's head was stiff, and I could feel a distinct tremor in my hand, and although it wasn't crushed, it made his head, which was about to rise, come into close contact with the ground again. With the experience of the first hammer, the place where I hit the second hammer changed places, and the eyeballs were a fragile place, so when the hammer was smashed in, he wailed and got up and rolled to the side.

I was still burning, and although the dragons were born from the flames, they were still very afraid of the flames, and the young dragons circled around me with a duck-like cry, and when the time came, I shot down a guy who was a little closer to me with a hammer.

I swung my hammer away the gadgets, the she-dragon had given up on me by this point, she was attacking the orc soldiers in the distance, and I didn't care that the young dragons pounced on the she-dragon.

The she-dragon had not paid attention and I had rushed in front of her, and I could see the scar on her chest, which had been scratched, by a huge claw, and her chest had not heaved anymore.

She is indeed dead, and she is back from the dead.

Although this dragon is only half of the body, but after all, she is the head dragon, and is the consort of the dragon king, so the size is really not small, I slammed the hammer down and directly turned the hammer in a circle, the flat end of the head hurt her too little.

My hammer was blunt at one end and pure mace at the other, and to dodge the blow she had at me, I slammed it into her flanks, and the mace struck into her scales, and I slammed them, and the scales slammed! The scales are moving!

But that wasn't enough, I started scraping scales on her body in the face of her attack, and suddenly there was an explosion above my head, and sparks and broken ice fell from the top of my head. Turning his head, it turned out that the young dragons in the air had almost been cleaned up, and all of them seemed to have a faint red light on their bodies.

I was later told that it was the last spell Karen had cast before she died.

He blessed everyone, and this was his last contribution to the world.