No one could have imagined the odds of surviving the Great Forbidden Spell of "Space Hell".

The fact that a Terran knight was able to survive and not be torn to pieces by the spatial turbulence was really unexpected by the Terran and Dragons, and it was almost no different from a miracle.

"Hasn't he come back yet?"

The Storm Dragon's expression changed slightly, and it seemed that he was going to run for nothing.

"I'm afraid so!"

The Royal Dragoon Legion is directly owned by the royal family, and Fan Si, the head of the Inner Palace, who is in charge of the affairs of the Dragoon Legion, shook his head blankly.

"Is there something wrong?" the storm dragon shook his head, in the vast sea of people, where to find this!

In the eyes of the Terrans, most dragons only look different in size and elemental system, and there is no difference between the others, and in the eyes of the dragons, the Terrans are also tall, short, fat and thin, and the others are also average.

The only way to find Merlin is for the Dragons to rely on the help of the Human Empire.

"Or, the royal family will issue an announcement to find out Morin?"

Vance gave an idea and looked back at his emperor.

The Emperor of the Slans, Cyril St. Slan, nodded to his minions in approval.

"I'm afraid that's all I have to say! I'll go back and ask Mistress Tesserparia where she threw that Maureen. ”

Thinking of it, the Storm Dragon Wuyin nodded at Cyril Saint-Slan, the Emperor of the Slan Empire on the throne, and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I have something to do first. ”

Wrapped in the frenzied air currents, the Storm Dragon exited the council hall, and then leapt into the sky, and just a few hundred meters above the ground, it violently tore open the sound barrier, and roared away under a dense milky white sonic boom cloud, and even split the clouds in the sky.

In the council hall, except for the guards who stood as straight as javelins, the two monarchs and ministers looked at each other.

The dragons themselves casually left people in the middle of nowhere, and now they come to them to ask for someone, what the hell is it.

It is completely conceivable how disdainful and proud the dragon clan is towards the insignificant human race.

The dragon god is above, poor dragon knight Morin, hope he is still alive.

"Urgent military intelligence!"

An urgent report suddenly came from outside the council hall.

"The army of the Republic of Portland suddenly passed through the Icerock Mountains and the Green Mist Forest, and invaded the Qiuluyuan Province in the eastern part of our country, and the border city of Li'an has been breached!"

A dusty Imperial soldier rushed into the main hall, and fell to the ground in front of the supreme 165th ruler of the Silan Empire.

"Damn Portlanders, are we easy to bully when the Slans dare to fight without declaring a war!

Cyril St. Slan's furious roar even reached the council, and he rose from his throne, and the soldier who had brought urgent military information was so frightened by the emperor's wrath that he lowered his head and fell on his knees, not daring to move.

"Van Si, Minister of Military Affairs and the Cabinet of the Military Department have come to meet you!"

"Your Majesty!"

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"Lord Dragon Knight, it's the fourth day, even if it's cover, it should be enough!"

Exhausted, Portland's Captain Mosrig was dragged like a dead dog in the wilderness for eight days.

There was no washing or changing of clothes, and he was as filthy as a wild man, and smelled disgusting.

"I'm sorry, not yet!"

Lin Mo had repeated this sentence more than ten times.

He was handling a scaly pig with a special survival knife, and the bloody blood flowed into a pre-dug pit that would be filled in to avoid attracting other predators.

This artiodactyl omnivorous animal covered in huge scaly bone armor with four long fangs sticking out of its mouth is more ferocious than the wild boar on the earth, but the thick bone armor on its body could not block a survival knife infused with battle energy, and it was directly reduced to the rations of the dragon knight and Mosrig tonight.

Cut out edible pieces of meat, use collected wild spice plants and a little salt to taste, then wrap them in leaves and soil, put them in a hot fire pit, and then cover them with a layer of soil, so that the crust scale pork wrapped in soil can be simmered in a dark fire, which not only controls the smoke and barbecue aroma to a minimum, but also has a unique taste.

"Click······"

The roar of a flying dragon could be heard in the distance.

On the third day after leaving Lean, the Portlanders sent a small group of Wyvern Knights to search for Mosrig and Limmer.

"Die hard, don't expect them to see you!"

Lin Mo glanced at Moslig, who was staring up at the sky, and stuck the special survival knife in the land in front of him, as an air knight, he knew very well that those flying dragons who were close to 2,000 meters above the ground could not find the two people sitting under the big trees in this forest, and even the smoke and fire of the stewed meat pieces had not left this forest, and they dissipated in the air without a trace.

The sun of flame hanging in the sky will fall below the horizon, and the Dragonrider of Portland is destined to find nothing today.

Mosrig, who was in a depressed mood, could only withdraw his gaze, lowered his head and stared at the ground between himself and Lin Mo in a daze, at least there was a hearty dinner to look forward to.

In just four days, Lin Mo took this Portlander to his death several times, and in order to avoid being discovered by the other party's magician, he didn't even dare to use the light mirror technique, and his actions were very cautious.

Taking advantage of the Portlanders' complete defenselessness against firearms, Lin Mo successfully killed two swordsmen with the Type 92 combat pistol he carried, one of whom was even at the same level as him, but was accidentally blown out in the head by a 9mm caliber steel core bullet.

After seeing this with his own eyes, Mosrig looked at Lin Mo's pistol with a look of fear like a snake and scorpion.

It's so brutal!

With just a crisp gunshot, a blood hole instantly burst out of the eyebrows of the ninth-order swordsman, the back of his head exploded strangely, and the white brain tissue mixed with bright red blood spurted out far away, and his face was still frozen with the surprised expression before his death.

As long as you don't burn the battle qi flame with all your strength, you can't resist that strange and murderous alchemy weapon with your body alone.

Mosrig didn't see that Lin Mo had left only one long sword, and used the inconspicuous black flat wrist bracelet on his left wrist to touch all the metal objects on the deceased's body.

As if by magic, all metals disappear when they come into contact with the bracelet.

After the sky gradually darkened, Lin Mo finally picked up the dirt and pulled out a lump of mud from the still hot dirt pit, which was easily cut open by the survival knife, and a rich smell of meat escaped.

"It's time to eat, this is your share, take it!"

A steaming mass of pork with carapace was placed on the leaves and handed to Mosrig, who was already hungry and didn't care about burning his mouth, rubbed his hand on his body a few times, then grabbed it and sent it to his mouth, there was no aristocratic image between the movements, and the fatigue and hunger of running around made the aristocratic demeanor trampled to nothing, which was almost unimaginable for the earl's concubine four days ago.

"Lord Morin, have you ever considered being the head chef of our Bird family, it is definitely much more promising than being a dragon knight without a dragon, rich and woman, and you don't have to work so hard. ”

To tell the truth, except for being dragged around like a dead dog to hide, this Slan knight has never abused himself, and Mosley has never resented the other party in his heart, and the current situation is only because of the different positions of the two sides.

"Are you kidding?"

Lin Mo would not give up such a glorious battle position as a dragon knight, and was about to continue to speak, when he suddenly stopped his movements and turned his head to look at the dense forest that was already so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Mosrig, who was eating in large chunks, noticed something was wrong.

"Mosrig, I'm afraid it's time for me to tell you to see you again. ”

Lin Mo dropped the meat in his hand, inserted the survival knife back into its scabbard, pulled out the captured long sword, stared at the darkness with blazing eyes, and put on the "Dragon General" tactical helmet at the same time.

"Hehe! It smells so good, can you keep me a copy?"

A man's voice came from the dense forest, it was still far away, and the next second it seemed to be like it was getting closer, and the other party's speed was really amazing.

"Hmph, let's trade your life!"

The light battle qi was violently agitated, Lin Mo picked up a sword with his backhand, and a shining sword qi slashed out.

Although the light elemental battle qi is not the most aggressive battle qi, it is one of the strongest battle qi with the strongest recovery ability, coupled with the cultivation of the "Yao Yan Battle Qi" in a race against time, accelerating the recovery of the battle qi and constantly releasing the light healing technique to himself, in just a few days, the heavy damage received in Li'an City has greatly improved, and it has regained seventy percent of its strength in the past.

Rumble!~

A sword qi also flew out of the forest, colliding with the sword qi released by Lin Mo, and a loud explosion exploded in the air.

The two different elemental sword qi with amazing destructive power seemed to be half a catty and eight taels, and they were not divided between upper and lower.

"I didn't expect to meet again, Dragon Knight Morin!"

"It's you!"

With the help of low-light night vision and infrared imaging, Lin Mo saw the comer clearly, and the corners of his mouth grinned, the other party was the Portland Earth Sword God Marton who had blasted himself off the city wall not long ago and was almost killed.

Those who are good do not come, and those who come are not good!

"Uncle Marton!"

Although he couldn't make out the appearance of the visitor, Mosrig confirmed the identity of the other party from the familiar voice.

"Mosrig, please wait a moment, I'll take you back right away!"

A fierce battle aura suddenly rose from the body of the Portland Earth Sword God Marton, and the sword pointed at the dragon knight, and the momentum completely locked on the other party.

"Lord Marton, it seems that I am not too late!"

A figure holding a staff appeared in the other direction, the shimmer of the spell shield illuminated the vicinity slightly, and the elemental energy in the air suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

It's really a disaster, and the sixth-order magician of the Portlanders has also appeared.

Call!~

A piece of debris was scattered towards the Portland Sword God and the Sixth-Order Magician, Marton was immediately startled, his wrist shook slightly, and the Haoran Sword Qi smashed through the dirt in front of him, and with a wave of the magician's staff, a wall of fire suddenly rose in front of the spell shield, burning the humus-rich soil into sparks.

When the two of them reacted that the other party was purely an external powerhouse and had no back-up moves, the Slan Dragon Knight disappeared.