The first few were directly scorched and died on the spot, and the rest were also set on fire, howling and struggling, and soon there was no movement.

The Great Leader of the Black Death laid out a lore game, and the beast species he dispatched were far more than that.

More bestiality, the Black Death Gnolls, are approaching.

"What's that?"

"Look at the sky, there's something flying in the air."

"Didn't you use a ban frisbee? How can something still fly? ”

"The no-fly field formed by the no-frisbee is limited, and there is beyond the limit."

"They seem to have thrown something down, it seems to be a stone, watch out for the falling rock."

Those black death gnolls noticed the movement in the air, couldn't help but restrain their steps, and began to observe the surroundings vigilantly.

This kind of temporary trap cannot be passed by by a third-party force by such a coincidence.

Most likely, they are the people of the juvenile red dragon.

This is also a trap, aimed at them, and the young red dragon they thought fell into their trap was the bait.

The sane gnolls stopped, but the beasts didn't care about it, and still pounced on the young red dragon one after another.

"That's Ode! What they threw down, instead of stones, was a flutter bomb, this is the Black Well Tribe's Odo Flying Team, hell, those kobolds are not working with the Red Bronze Dragon, but fucking it, they took refuge in this Red Dragon, and I was tricked by him. ”

The blood claw, who was hiding far behind, recognized the identities of those little dots in the air at a glance.

At the beginning, it was because he saw a wave of high-altitude bombardment that he found that there was nothing to be done, so he canceled the idea of attacking the Heijing tribe, and he didn't even dare to return home, so he hurriedly entered the state of migration.

Unexpectedly, this time it bumped into again.

It can only be said that the acting skills of the young red dragon are really good, and when he talked about Heijing yesterday, the hatred in his expression and bones completely deceived him.

After Bloodclaw recognized the identity of the kobold of the Black Well Tribe, he did not make a noise, but a person, sneaking out.

Wise, he found that no matter who wins or loses, there will be no good fruit for him to eat.

The young red dragon must have thought that he had designed to frame him, but in fact, he knew nothing about the dragon-slaying plan until Nord suddenly appeared and dropped the treasure chest.

Nord must have thought that he had teamed up with the young red dragon to frame him, even if he didn't have this thought, he would be seriously derelict in his duties, and that madman would definitely not just give up.

If you don't do it, you just go against the fuck.

Nord has brought out so many Black Reaper elites, and the camp must be empty.

There were also a bunch of soldiers from various tribes who, like him, had been forced to follow them, many of whom had a vendetta against the Black Death, and had enough of their madness, believing that it would not be difficult to hold them in check.

Thinking of this, Bloodclaw ran even more quickly.

Before the Bloodclaws could get too far, the sound of explosions and the howls of the beastly species came from behind them.

Only this time, the howls of those beastly species are no longer the usual ferocity, and some are endlessly painful.

The strong acid from the explosion of a large number of fluttering bombs is corroding their bodies.

Due to the existence of no-fly magic.

The Erde bombing brigade did not dare to fly too low and could not make precise throws, so it could only take a carpet saturation bomb and threw down two strong flutter bombs in its hands at one time.

That's a whole hundred powerful flutter bombs.

Regardless of the rest, the cost alone is nearly 30,000 gold coins.

30,000 gold coins, thrown from the sky, can also kill a bunch of people, and it is even said to be made into an alchemy bomb.

With the young red dragon as the center, a radius of three or four hundred meters, all of them were within the bombing range, and even he was no exception.

There were two of them, which exploded directly around him.

was splashed, and the burning dragon wings squeaked.

Although his body was in pain, the young red dragon's heart was extremely happy.

Because the situation of those hyenas, abyssal gnolls who tried to besiege them, was even more miserable.

Those with a slightly lower HP and a little less luck were cross-covered by the explosions of several fluttering bombs and sent away in a wave.

Even if it wasn't sent away, it was corroded and jumped up and down, and it was painful.

At this moment, a slender figure appeared next to the treasure chest out of thin air.

Roderick instinctively shuddered, and almost squirted over.

But seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he braked the car stiffly.

It was Virginia, the Lord of Yaling.

Did she think.

The young red dragon's eyes suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, in the next second, the treasure chest, along with the slender figure, disappeared again - directly teleported away.

Roar!

The young red dragon let out a roar of rage.

That invisible sense of restraint disappeared with the disappearance of the treasure chest.

The black tentacles of Aino under his feet also turned into black mist after the duration of the spell and dissipated, and Roderick flapped his wings and soared into the air.

Now the tide has turned.

Taste the wrath of the dragon, you brutes who dare to calculate Uncle Ben!

As soon as the young red dragon turned around, he swooped down in the air, and sent a flame dragon breath towards the area where the jackals were most dense.

If Bloodclaw was the first to find out that something was wrong, then Nord, the Grand Leader of the Black Reaper, was second.

With no one to interfere, Nord was confident that with those rampaging beast species, a young red dragon would be killed alive.

Now that there are additional factors, neither friend nor foe, this is possible, and retreat is the wisest thing to do.

I can't take care of anything else.

It's not so easy to just want to withdraw.

The enemy also laid a net for him.

The surrounding area is densely packed with green vine entanglements - entanglement, dozens of entanglements.

I don't know how many druids they used.

But Nord had no choice but to break into the entanglement area.

At this moment, he tasted the pain of the young red dragon.

With each step, there will be living vines trying to entangle them.

The giant killing tooth had just broken one, and a second and third were wound up, and the speed was terrifyingly slow.

What's even worse is that a huge figure appeared in the sky - the copper dragon.

Damn it.

Aren't metal dragons and colored dragons incompatible?

Aren't these two dragons enemies of life and death?

How can they be haunted together?

Nord groaned in pain.

If the two dragons were a cooperative relationship, it would not be unjust at all.

Because he completely miscalculated the strength of the other party.

The bronze dragon was just circling, and it didn't swoop down and launch an attack.

This made Nord hate it so much, so that he had no power, but he couldn't use it.

During the entanglement, he barely struggled out of 100 meters.

Behind him, there was already an angry roar of the young red dragon, and it was getting closer and closer.

Obviously, the other party has been out of trouble and has come to seek revenge on himself.

The two previous Iva Black tentacles probably annoyed him completely.

Waiting for his dragon breath to recover, Roderick couldn't wait to swoop down, he wanted to give the bastard a taste of fear.

"Be careful, this guy isn't in the right state." The reminder of the devil's half-elf sounded in the young red dragon's mind again, making his swooping action stagnate.

The tall gnoll man not only did not have the slightest hint of fear, but his face flashed with a mysterious and crazy smile.

A large number of evil forces are surging towards him.

His body, which was already taller than that of an ordinary gnoll, was now stronger and taller.

Seeing that the young red dragon was a little hesitant, Nord no longer waited to shout: "My lord's faith is immortal, I will not die, bastard, pay the price!" ”

Rumble!

Nord, along with the giant killing fangs under his crotch, exploded.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the Great Leader of the Black Death turned himself into a humanoid bomb.

The terrifying force of the explosion spewed out his flesh and bones.

The young red dragon that swooped down bore the brunt of the blow, and with a burst of smashing of his head and face, he was directly swept away by the shock wave, and made several turns in the air.

Thanks to Gavin's reminder, otherwise, when the dragon breath is unfolded, if you come to such a time, even if you don't die, you will be half disabled.

"He's not dead yet, follow my bow." Gavin's voice rang in Roderick's head again.

Airplanes!

A large bow tremor rang out in the air.

A sneaky black Grim Reaper gnoll who wants to take advantage of the chaos to escape is shot with an arrow.

Although the young red dragon didn't know what Gavin just said, he instinctively pounced on the jackal.

This time I learned smartly, and I didn't dare to pounce too close.

Directly a flame dragon breath erupted, even the jackal and the unlucky ghosts around him, all of them were included.

The jackal, who was the primary target of the attack, didn't even hum, and the corpse was on the spot.

The Great Bow trembled again.

Locked up another Gnoll.

Roderick didn't think about it and immediately rushed forward.

Only this time, there was no use of Flame Dragon Breath.

It's not that I don't want to use it, but I can't use it.

Dragons are also not perpetual motion machines and can use dragon breath endlessly.

The young red dragon needs to at least sleep and replenish the elements consumed in his body before he can use the Flame Dragon Breath again.

But his minions were not ornaments, and he gnawed off the jackal's head with a single bite, and then spit it out with a thud.

It's not that he's a picky eater and doesn't eat gnolls.

It's that this gnoll doesn't taste right, it has a strong fishy smell, the same as those demons in the abyss.

Airplanes!

The big bow sounded again, guiding the young red dragon in the direction.

Once or twice is a coincidence, but three or four times is not.

When the gnolls were torn to shreds, they couldn't help but shout at the bronze dragon in the sky, "How did you find out?" ”

The sound of the jackal startled the young red dragon.

It was the voice of the Nord who had been playing self-destructing before.

Gavin's mocking voice came from the back of the bronze dragon, "Using the demon's soul to be reborn through the backdoor is not a great skill, wait until you kill all the abyssal gnolls here, and see if you can be reborn." ”

Gavin said it lightly, in fact, his attention was highly concentrated, carefully perceiving the fluctuations of that demonic power, and looking for the other party's next backdoor object.

It's no wonder that this gnoll wargroup named the Black Death, just like the unbeatable Xiaoqiang, is still resurrected repeatedly after being exterminated by the joint efforts of those strong men.

This brother of the Gnoll Warrior Monk Flynn is no longer a Gnoll in the strict sense, but a demon who sacrifices his soul to the Demon Lord and gains special powers.

These gnolls who have been infused with the power of the abyss are usually alone.

But once Nord dies, they may become the target of his magpie's nest dove, eating their souls and replacing them.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a telemancer, and that he had been fighting a special battle with the Waste Giant through the Dragon Oak Dream Realm for a period of time, and was very sensitive to the soul, it would have been possible for Nord to take the opportunity to slip away.

Now that I'm targeted, it's not that easy.

This possession of the soul is obviously limited by distance.

Otherwise, Nord would have returned directly to the Black Death camp and captured the bodies of the abyssal gnolls there, without having to jump sideways repeatedly among these abyssal gnolls.

And with each relinquishment, his power is weakened by one point.

This is the material plane, not the abyss, and the longer the demonic soul is exposed, the more the power dissipates.

Slowly, Nord became a little anxious.

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