The audience in the gladiatorial arena erupted in shouting again, and the members of the envoys of the Taisa Empire were all as pale as dirt, they completely gave up the result of the duel, no matter whether Ninga lost or won in the end, the face of the Taisa Empire had already been thrown into the middle of nowhere, and if they won, they would still lose. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the dragoon general Ninga's trick was unexpected and a good idea, he found the wrong opponent, and instead became a big pit for cocooning himself, and when two duel conditions were put forward in a row, he had already whipped his face like a pig's head.

Listeners of different intelligent races scattered all over the world, even the most temperamental Spirit Clan and Feather Clan, were eager to kill the scene in an instant and give this shameless and cunning Taisar Empire dragoon to the wheel.

"Chilang, you wait for me on the side!"

Ninga, the dragoon general of the Taisa Empire, who was finally relieved, quickly retreated, the history books are written by the victors, and only with the blood of the Slan dragoons can he wash away a shame on his body.

Thinking of this, the dragoon general who was forced to the edge of the cliff became more and more determined to divide life and death.

The members of the envoy who were eager to find a crack in the ground and brought Ninga a tall and majestic war horse, which was a top-notch war horse transported from the mainland of the Taisar Empire with the mission in the carrying compartment, a purebred and rare Gallu war horse.

This horse has excellent explosiveness and stamina, and has agility that is completely inconsistent with its size, and is not only very intelligent, but can even read the face and make the most correct reaction. It is the best horse, if it is not easy to breed and raise, it is definitely the best mount choice for the Heavy Knight Legion.

"It's boring. I finally took a leave of absence to come and play! Bad dragoons, bad gladiators, no fun at all, hey! Chilang, why don't we have a fight?"

Ying Ge, who originally thought that he could have a fun time, was disappointed, and casually fired the map cannon and counted Lin Mo into it. It snorted at the water dragon not far away, scaring the other party so much that it shook its head and retreated again and again.

Go right with the Demon King of the Mixed World in Sky Dragon City. Death?

I'm afraid that at this time, Chi Lang has already scolded his dragoon half to death in his heart, and it is not good to provoke anyone, but he wants to provoke a silver dragon, and it is also a shadow song.

"Let's go! Shadow Song, don't get in the way here!"

You pushed up this little devil who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic. Half-pushing, half-squeezing, arching it out of the center of the arena.

"Don't push, damn Maureen. Fool me again! I'm going to eat him one day!"

Shadow Song reluctantly left the gladiatorial area.

The one who is close to Zhu is red, and the one who is close to ink is black, its tone is exactly the same as that of gold coins, and there is another dragon in this world that wants to eat Lin Mo.

But here, at least it's still very convincing to you, and some small tricks will not only come out to no avail, but will often be seen through for the first time, and there is always a way to return the other way to the other.

The shadow song that has repeatedly reaped the consequences of itself has finally learned to be obedient. No longer have those messy crooked thoughts, become honest and obedient.

"Who. Damn it, dare to provoke Uncle Long!

Uncle Long, who had been planting green onions for a long time, finally pulled himself out of the ground, looked left and right, trying to find an unlucky ghost to use as a punching bag for himself.

"Stay put!"

Lin Mo stood in place, put on the "Dragon General" tactical helmet for himself, and waved his hand casually at the guy who was thundering, thinking that it was standing in the way of standing on the field.

"Why is Uncle Long staying on the side, damn guy, Uncle Long is going to tear him alive. ”

With a sharp shake and a dense trill, the golden dragon stared at the Dragoon of the Taisa Empire and his mount, Warhorse, ready to move again.

Syllable!~

Lin Mo snapped his fingers again.

Boom!~ The dust was flying, and the dragon with teeth and claws was once again planted as a crop in the field.

This time it was buried deeper, leaving only a dragon's tail swaying unwillingly on the ground.

It's really aggrieved, and there is no place to say it.

"Hmph!~ I must teach you to look good this time!"

The gifted Gallu War Horse easily carried the heavy armor of the Taisar Empire's dragoon, and he also held a black steel cavalry spear more than two feet long in his hand, and his dress looked more like a heavy knight than a heavy knight.

"Ninga, the dragoon general of the Taisa Empire, has sat on the Galu war horse from Zhai Liuzhou, and is ready to charge, just like a war fortress, this is not a fair duel!"

The chatter host Meng Du finally stopped chattering, and ended his nagging with a simple comment, most of the front can still make people understand the situation in the gladiatorial arena, but the last sentence made all the listeners in front of the radio completely confused.

The dragoons of the Taisa Empire will be armed almost to the teeth, how is it unfair?! Could it be that the dragoons of the Silan Empire are completely naked at this moment, intending to be slaughtered?!

For the first time, the audience in the arena listened to the same words as those in front of the radio, but had completely different minds.

Some of the Slans in the audience had worries written on their faces, some clenched their fists and held their breath, but they couldn't hide the excitement in their hearts, and some had sneers on their faces, as if they were expecting something unexpected to happen.

The envoys of the Taisa Empire were also a little nervous, saying a thousand things and ten thousand, but in the end they still couldn't avoid seeing the real chapter in the gladiatorial arena.

The atmosphere in the arena grew tense.

Wen Silun, the second prince of the Taisa Empire, clenched his fists with both hands, stared at Lin Mo deadly, and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Kill him! Kill him! Ninga, you must kill him, as long as this Silan Dragoon is about to die, Princess Moddy is mine, and no one can rob me!"

His eyes grew red, and he saw that he was trapped in a demonic obstacle that he could not extricate himself from.

Riding the spear, Ninga, the dragoon general of the Taisa Empire, shouted at Lin Mo, who had never moved half a step in place: "Morin, where is your new mount? I won't keep my hand!"

The opponent is still in a horseless infantry state, and it seems that he is completely indifferent to changing mounts, but Ninga will not be polite, and in the battle of life and death, he wants the other party to fall into a disadvantage.

"Whatever!"

Like a hospitable host, Lin Mo waved his hand nonchalantly at the person and the rider from a distance.

"Self-righteous guy! You brought it on yourself. ”

Ninga, the dragoon general of the Taisa Empire, cursed secretly, and with a slight clamp of his legs, the Galu war horse under him immediately understood, and began to accelerate in the direction pointed by the cavalry spear.

The reason why the dragon knight is strong is mainly because he has a mount dragon, and if there is no dragon partner, the actual combat power is at most so strong that of the knight of the same level.

Knock knock knock......

The hooves of the bowl-sized horses stomped heavily on the ground in the gladiatorial area, and the dry and hard mud kicked up flew backwards, and the speed of Galu's horse became faster and faster, and the two-foot-long cavalry spear pointed steadily at the Slan dragoon from beginning to end.

"The dragon riders of the Taisa Empire are accelerating, and now they are traveling at 65 kilometers per hour, so fast! Galu's war horse seems to have spare strength, and it is speeding up again, and Lord Morin, the dragoon of the Slan Empire who has not changed his mount, is still standing in place for a long time, and he does not take the charge of the Taisa people in his eyes, what does Lord Morin want to do?"

The host's words whetted everyone's appetite, and all the radios were completely silent.

One person and one rider sprinting at full speed, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and the purple thunder battle qi erupted without reservation, like a purple meteor, quickly crossing the small half of the gladiatorial area, the host's mind seemed to be intimidated, and the sound of hooves that resounded throughout the audience was clearly audible even on the radio.

200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters!

Gallu's horse was carrying the dragon rider of the Kingdom of Tesars, and Ninga completed the entire acceleration process in the shortest possible time.

"Hehe!

Lin Mo finally made a move.

didn't dodge or dodge, just raised his right hand very casually, directly hoping that the other party would light up a middle finger.

Although he had never seen such a gesture before, Ninga could vaguely guess that it was full of malice behind it.

You're a fool!

Taking advantage of the weakness of the other party, he wanted the other party's life, and the dragon rider of the Taisa Empire held the hand of the spear a little harder.

The heavy knight who sprints at full speed is the most terrifying existence on the battlefield, not to mention a dragoon general wearing heavy armor and holding a heavy cavalry spear, the incomparably eye-catching purple battle qi envelops a person and a horse, and the charging momentum is extremely terrifying, even a giant dragon does not dare to easily grab its edge.

20 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters!

5 meters!

Or 5 meters!

Ning Jia's eyes widened in disbelief suddenly, although he had condensed all his essence and spirit, and the violent thunder battle qi flame was wrapped around the tip of the spear and crackled, it was difficult to go any further, and the distance of five or six steps between him and Lin Mo was as unreachable as a moat.

The Gallu horse was still violently kicking its hooves, and strangely enough, it was like a doll, galloping in vain, unable to move an inch forward the whole time.

"Wow! What did we see? The mount and war horse of the Dragoon of the Taisar Empire was still trying to charge, but it couldn't take another step forward, what kind of strength was it?! The Dragoon General of the Slan Empire stood in place, as if he had done nothing, no! He still did something, and raised his middle finger at the Dragoon of the Taisa Empire, which was a big mocking gesture! Let's read it together! Fool!"

The last word of the chatter host resonated.

The Slans in the audience in the entire gladiatorial arena unanimously stretched out their hands and raised their middle fingers at the dragon riders of the Taisa Empire in the gladiatorial area.

"Stupid!"

"Hahaha! Look! the faces of the Dragoons of the Taisa Empire are black, and the faces of the Taisa people in the audience are also black!"

In addition to gloating, the host Meng Du did not forget to make a joke about the envoys of the Taisar Empire in the audience.

In fact, it was not only the faces of the Taisa people who were blackened, but even the faces of the Slans present also became black.

- (To be continued.) )