After pondering Zhang Yao's character, both the lanky Pompey and the short and fat Terry had a certain understanding of Zhang Yao's proportions in his speech, and in their understanding, this threat with no practical effect was just a joke between young people.

However, what should have been a joke suddenly changed its flavor.

"Get down!!"

Zhang Yao's voice was anxious in panic, and that expression was something Pompeii and Terry had never seen before.

Whether it was out of trust in Zhang Yao or a simple reflex, the two of them almost immediately threw themselves on the ground, they were already rough and thick-skinned people, and they didn't care if it hurt like this would stain their clothes.

The next second the two of them fell, something swept over their heads with a fierce wind.

Unlike the two lying on the ground, Zhang Yao, who had witnessed everything from beginning to end, only felt that his scalp was numb, especially after seeing the monster that pounced in front of him, the terrifying feeling was even more obvious.

Just now, one second he was joking with his two companions, and the next second he saw a huge figure quietly descending from the sky, and the beast, which was several circles larger than the strongest bull, suddenly appeared, without any movement at all, only the blood-glittering one-eyed and the flickering teeth and claws were shocking.

After a miss, the giant beast did not immediately launch the next attack, but raised its head and looked at Zhang Yao with the red eyes that were left.

It was only then that Zhang Yao saw the true face of the giant beast clearly.

It is a lizard with a body length of more than three meters, covered in pitch-black scales that appear regular spikes and reflect a metallic luster, and its limbs are strong and slender compared to its slightly shorter body, and the overall appearance is full of uncoordinated power, and there are wing membranes between the forefeet and the flank, allowing it to glide and fly short distances.

Just by looking at the appearance, it is easy to associate the giant beast in front of you with the dragon, and with such a giant beast, even from the appearance alone, you can tell that it is not an ordinary beast, but a rather vicious magical beast.

Some people say that the difference between Warcraft and Beast is intelligence, or strength or weakness, and these statements have a certain basis, but they are not accurate. There is no shortage of highly intelligent categories among the beasts, and there are not a few of the monsters that rely entirely on instinct and do not have any intelligence, not to mention that strength and weakness largely depend on the race and magic.

The reason why Warcraft are Warcraft is because there will always be magic or instinctive magic in their bodies to support the irrational parts of their bodies.

The most terrifying of these are the dragon-like monsters, which resemble low-profile dragons, with steel-like scales and claws, capable of flying and simply converting magic into attacks.

It looks very simple, but these simple conditions have a very good effect on humans or other animals and even magical beasts.

Simple and efficient.

If there is any luck, it is only that the condition of this demonic beast at this time is not good, and it can even be said to be very bad. The pitch-black scales were covered in scars, and knife-like wounds peeled away its scales, causing the flesh that should have been protected by the scales to roll outward. But these are not the most serious, the most serious is the wound on the side of the head of the monster, the huge wound extends from near the mouth and nose to the back of the neck, and the left eye, which is just in the path of the wound, has long been gone.

Confirming that Terry and Pompey had escaped, Zhang Yaoshao breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the thick iron hook spear that had been placed aside, a simple tool for attaching a straight spike and a curved iron hook to a wooden stick.

The management of weapons in the border area is quite strict, so the nondescript weapon is already the most sophisticated equipment that hunters and others can get their hands on, and it is usually used for hunting except for the occasional destruction of the fur condition, but it is very powerless to use this thing to face the monster.

Zhang Yao did not lack combat experience, but the artifact that he originally relied heavily on was not in his hand, and the hook spear in his hand was really difficult to make people confident, and one unfavorable factor made him inevitably appear anxious and nervous.

As if smelling Zhang Yao's nervousness, the demonic beast let out a threatening roar in its throat, and quickly and accurately used its claws to overtake Zhang Yao and launch an attack like a real lizard.

Everything was between lightning and fire, and Zhang Yao, who was still distracted by the inappropriate tools in his hand, didn't have time to react at all, and saw sharp claws come to him.

Facts have proved that it is impossible for people to recall their lives in the face of death, and the so-called marquee is really a bit ridiculous, at least Zhang Yao himself is in this situation, his eyes saw that the claws of the demonic beast were close in front of him, but his brain did not have time to react.

Of course, it may also be because Zhang Yao is still a long way from death.

In the blink of an eye, the claws in front of him were gone, replaced by a silver white that shimmered in the sun.

It was the beautiful color of the silver hair fluttering in the wind in the sun, but this color did not make Zhang Yao feel comfortable, and this color only reminded him of bad words such as disaster and monsters.

A heart-rending wail came from his ears and brought Zhang Yao back to reality, and the demonic beast that had a fierce face was lying a few meters away at this time, wailing, and the ground was marked by scales and blood stains.

"Oh, it's really good to escape, it took me so much effort. ”

Saying this, it was a girl with long silver hair who stood up, and under the long hair similar to Lucia, she had a plump but not glamorous perfect body, and the set of silver light armor on her body that only protected the key parts could not hide this beauty, but set it off more vividly.

Zhang Yao's first impression of the girl was that he felt that there really was such a kind of armor that was more decorative than practical, and the second was that he felt that the girl's movements were indescribably stiff.

How to say it, it's like a person who is sick in bed and suddenly moves off the ground, but he doesn't fully rehabilitate, and the girl's movements reveal such rustiness and stiffness.

The girl walked straight towards the monster as if she didn't see Zhang Yao, Zhang Yao was in danger of being physically numerous, but she saw the object in the girl's hand.

If it is, it is a provocation to the definition of traditional weapons.

The crooked iron rods, which were longer than a man, were narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and were all filled with razor-like fragments except for the narrow sides used to hold them, like a rod-like meat grinder, and the irregular crumbling blades were still stained with fresh muscle tissue.

This is not a battle machine, but a monstrous tool created simply for the purpose of 'destruction'.

PS: I haven't updated it because my life is really getting cooler, not because I'm sick or anything, I'm starting to feel more relaxed if I'm sick.

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