Breaking away from the sky doesn't mean that the dragon has completely lost the ability to resist, and although the fall damage makes them look very embarrassed, it is just a skin wound for the dragon's proud physique.

Seeing that the tiny mortals rushed over, scrambling to snatch the title of Dragon Slayer Warrior, the red dragon that fell first waved its wings and roared and shook its huge body.

The powerful wings not only lifted away the elves who had no time to dodge in an instant, but also crashed into the surrounding houses, and the wind swept the rubble into the crowd like cannonballs.

The blood flying around them and the terrible wails of their compatriots made these hot-headed rangers understand one thing, they were facing dragons, creatures at the absolute apex of the food chain!

The breath of mortal blood made the mad red dragon let out a roar of pleasure, perhaps because the wings had indeed suffered a lot of damage due to the fall, or maybe it wanted to slowly appreciate the fear and tremor from these mortals, it did not return to the sky, but moved its limbs and slowly approached the crowd.

Oh!

Just as it was triumphant, a sharp tingling sensation came from its flanks, and it immediately flapped its wings as it screamed in pain.

The wind kicked up a large cloud of dust, and at the same time, it also forced out the elven rangers who used the cover of smoke and dust to get close and hide under its armpits.

At the same time, it clearly saw the shocking laceration on its flank. Glaring angrily at the blood-stained elven officer on the blade, the red dragon immediately reversed direction, raised his claws and slapped it directly.

"Disperse!" roared at his companions, and Lotherma rolled forward against the claws of the opponent despite the danger.

In the fugitive smoke, the rangers could dimly see the scarlet color, and before they could worry, they were relieved by the dragon's scalp-tinging howl.

Sure enough, as the smoke cleared, Lotherma's intact figure appeared on the other side of the dragon, a bleeding scar extending from the latter's ankle upwards to nearly a man's height.

In his haste, Lotherma knew that his strength would not be able to break through the dragon's scales, so he risked his life to dodge the opponent's attack while rolling and raising his sword to attack, as if the dragon's claws had slid over his blade on its own.

However, despite this promising result, Lotherma herself is not as intact as it seems.

The hands holding the great sword trembled, and he wanted to use the enemy's stunned efforts to slash into the neck that was close at hand.

But......

The weapon that used to be like an arm seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties at the moment, and even if he exerted all his strength and his face was flushed, he still couldn't lift the big sword over his shoulder. Until, the concentration of adrenaline faded over time, and looking at the bruised, red and swollen wrist, the sharp pain made him pale.

He didn't know if it was a dislocation or a fracture, and he didn't have time to identify it.

The angry and murderous head slowly turned towards him, and although there was only one eye left, the invisible coercion did not diminish in the slightest. Looking at the hideous and terrifying face, as if an unbearable burden was weighing on her shoulders, Lotherma only felt as if her legs were rooted in the land, unable to move at all.

As if in retaliation, the red dragon slowly raised its bleeding claws, wrapped in a howl and smashed it into the mortal who was intimidated by his might.

The hurricane blew away Lotherma's strands, and the seemingly weak ends of her hair struck her face like a knife and a pinprick.

But why do I still feel like this, am I not dead yet?

Slowly opened his eyes, and the next scene he saw made him unforgettable.

The long gray hair rose in the wind, and although it was scattered, it did not feel withered at all. The hem of his clothes rippled, revealing a sleek outfit of dark leather armor. The sleeve of his left hand was torn to shreds by a tremendous force, and the black steel glove that wrapped around his elbow shone with an imperceptible dim halo. On the arm, a golden pattern resembling some kind of puzzle is shining faintly but not negligible.

Lanloth turned his back to him, leaning on his slender arms to support the dragon's claws, his face flat, as if his hand was not a fatal blow from the dragon's hatred, but a large toy.

It's not just Lotherma who was stunned, the red dragon, staring at this mortal who gave him a feeling of absolute inability to break through with an incredulous expression. If it weren't for the hurricane of its claws that tore through the sleeves of the other's coats, it would have wondered if it hadn't used its strength at all.

It's a pity that the other party won't give him a chance to find answers.

Taking advantage of the dragon's stunned gaze, the long sword in Lanloth's other hand rose horizontally, and with only one breath, a pitch-black streamer surged from the blade, engulfing him in an instant.

Activating Nightmare Shadow, Lanloth stepped forward, swinging his sword as fast as an imperceptible breeze swirled across the blade.

——!

The three-fold attack speed of the Wind Fury Strike caused Lanloth's successive void slashes to emit only a sword roar. No, it's just that the interval is too small, and no one else can tell how many swords he has slashed except himself.

Almost instantly, his physical strength dropped to the bottom, and Lanlos staggered back, panting heavily.

However, the results were encouraging. A fountain of blood spurted from the red dragon's body, and in an instant it passed the soles of Lanloth's shoes.

Holding his mana shield to stop the pouring of blood, and watching the battered dragon collapse to the ground amid a wail, he had time to examine the wounds he had inflicted.

After all, the experience of melee combat is still insufficient, and with such an exaggerated attack speed bonus, the accuracy of Lanlos's slash is really a little too low.

However, the enemy's target is very large after all, and with such a close distance, even if he is blindfolded and slashes a few times, he can cut it so that it can't take care of itself. What's more, the sword he used at the beginning deeply cut the major arteries in the red dragon's neck.

In the latter's screams, hot blood gushed out from the bloody shoulder blades and side neck. The massive bleeding had serious consequences, and in just a few seconds, its eyes had gradually lost focus.

However, as dragons, the most powerful creatures in the world, they are never just physically strong.

Seeing the bloodied red dragon grit his teeth and try to stand up despite the burst of the wound, Lanlos didn't make up for the last cut, just sighed lightly, withdrew the shadow of the nightmare, and reached out to put it on the corner of the red dragon's mouth.

"I will do everything in my power to rescue your queen. ”

The dragon's struggle stopped, and with the last of its strength it turned to look at the little elf, and after a long time, the faintly beating flames in it were extinguished.

Lan Luos looked at the other party's tarnished eyes, and fell silent for a while. Whether he was telling the truth or not, this successfully aroused the other party's doubts and awakenings. And this ridiculous hope also made it give up the crazy idea of dying and resisting and dying together.

The passive acceptance of the pain of war has brought the spirit of these red dragons to the brink of collapse, and with the unexpectedly powerful resistance of mortals, they have been carried away by anger, hatred, and humiliation.

A war with no honor to speak of.

Looking at the red dragons that were still raging in the sky above the village and in all corners, Lanloth's face showed a look of pity. However, pity is pity, he has no intention of keeping his hand.

"Lotherma, find a few good ...... Huh?" As soon as he turned around, Lanlos saw Lilas, who had rushed over from nowhere to help the Ranger Adjutant with his treatment, "Didn't you go to appease the refugees?"

"But, I'm organized, and I can help. As if to confirm his words, Laras's hands approached Lotherma, and the warm light quickly relieved his pain, "Besides, with Mother here, everyone is quite calm and won't mess up." ”

"Boy, don't hold on to the staff, you know very well, it's just because Liadline was really short of people at the time. Lanlos shook his head and mercilessly exposed him, "To become a full-fledged priest, you must first learn to obey orders. ”

Seeing that because of his words, the young man's expression fell, Lan Luoston, and softened his tone slightly: "After all, there are some things that only you can do. ”

"I, I see," Rilas nodded, and was about to leave the land of right and wrong, when he was grabbed by Lotherma.

"Ahem, I said. He looked at Lanlos with a grim expression, "I still need treatment, why don't you wait until he's done." ”

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