Countless leaves that were still verdant in late autumn swept away like a fountain with the ripples of the shock wave towards the surrounding mountains and forests, thus revealing the kobold scouts who were in the sniper position.

However, they were no longer able to move, not frightened by the roar of the demigod Goron, but by the fact that they were killed on the spot. Among them, a lot of blood flowed from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and a few were close, and even the brains turned into paste, flowing down the nostrils, hanging gray-white slurry, which looked like the jade tendons of the immortals who had been dissected in the main world.

The demigod Goron continued to walk forward indifferently, his thighs as thick as pillars stepped on the thick fallen leaves, leaving deep footprints in the blink of an eye, and due to the pressure of his incomparably heavy body, the fragrant and fragrant juice was squeezed out, flowing on the ground of the mountain forest, slowly converging, and forming a stream that was not big or small.

When the kobold patriarch saw such an astonishing scene, he immediately understood that even if all the clansmen pressed down, it would be impossible to stop the monster's footsteps, let alone severely damage or even kill the demigod Goron.

The kobold elite who quietly withdrew, even with the goblin tribe, was also a headache, but fortunately, their king was a sane leader, and he chose to follow up in the footsteps of the kobolds, and retreated to the lair, that is, the lair near the land of the sleeping dragon.

They are keenly aware of the strength of the demigod Goron, and are definitely capable of fighting Claudius, the serving flame tyrant. Because of this, it is feared that after the outbreak of battle, all vassal clans will be affected by unwarranted disasters, and an emergency evasion is inevitable.

That's right, move en masse, and pack up and leave as soon as possible, first preserve the vitality and strength, no matter who can survive and have the last laugh, it is indispensable to be served by "loyal" vassals.

At a time when humans occupy the absolute mainstream of the New World, intelligent beings like kobolds and goblins no longer have much space to move around, and taking refuge in powerful creatures that are so powerful that they can curb human ambitions is naturally the only and necessary choice.

The demigod Goron knew this, but he didn't slow down. In fact, since entering the Misty Mountains, the adversary has awakened to a high breath and has not hesitated to stand in the harbor late at night, guiding the lighthouse for the safe return of fishing boats sailing on the sea.

The proverb that a dead horse runs away from a mountain is not true for the demigod Goron with the heart of the elements, and in his eyes, the bottomless chasm of the moat will also become a smooth road, and the unattainable mountains and mountains are just small hills that can be leaped forward.

The only pity is that the opponent's vassals were frightened by their own roar and never appeared, otherwise they could have tasted various striking skills that combined with the earth element, such as the "10,000-ton Boulder Fall Attack" and "Heaven and Earth Splitting Soul Returning Hand".

At the same time, the Flame Tyrant Claudius sensed the breath of the demigod Goron, interrupted his advanced sleep, and forcibly woke up. Despite its inhabit in the depths of Mount Manton, absorbing the ubiquitous element of fire, and being protected by many barriers, it does not ensure that hostile opponents will not enter directly.

Countless nuggets of gold and silver tumbled down from the thirty-foot-long body, and the sound of a sparse rattle even drowned out the surging tide of magma, like a horn of abundance containing endless riches pouring down.

Magma monsters with fission transformation talents, fighting more and more fire elemental monsters, under the call of the Flame Tyrant, appeared one after another at the feet of the ancient red dragon Claudius, they obeyed the orders of the king with a transcendent identity in the fire elemental realm, butt to pile together, forming a burly lava monster, just like their ancestors.

The ten-foot-tall troll, made up of hundreds of lava blocks and falling magma between the cracks, clung to the bumps and hollows of the rock wall, and climbed upwards at the behest of the Flame Tyrant.

The Doomsday Volcano, which once erupted, has a hollow pipe in the middle for people to go straight up and down, but the ancient red dragon Claudius has long set up various magic traps to deal with the descendants of the old gods who fought against it, especially the scheming magicians who focus on defense.

Because of this, these defensive means may not be able to stop the demigod Goron who has just appeared, especially what means the opponent has and how high the strength is, the red dragon Claudius does not know anything about this.

The only condition that can be judged is that not long ago, a roar from the mountains and forests attached to the Misty Mountain Range caused a great transformation of the woods within a radius of ten miles, and the dense canopy was directly bald, and all living things died within the sound range, and it had become a place of silence at this time.

The Flame Tyrant secretly assessed his own strength, and estimated that if the domain was fully opened, the sulfur breath would be exerted to the extreme, and he could barely do it. But then the forest will be burned to the ground, leaving a lifeless scorched earth.

In this contrast, the proud red dragon Claudius found that he was in the upper hand, and the shadow of defeat was clouded, and he began to worry a little about the next big victory.

The vassals have long since rolled up their bunks and absconded, and these cowardly wastes are naturally useless. The Flame Tyrant thought of the allies of the dependent, and he was also a good player with considerable strength, but it was too embarrassing to put down his face and summon it, and it was not a last resort, and the red dragon Claudius did not want to speak.

The giant magma monster was very fast, and the nearly vertical rock wall of 5,000 feet high took an hour to climb out, just in time to meet the demigod Goron who was striding a meteor.

And just like that, at the site of the Sleeping Dragonland, the giant magma monster opened its eyes that flowed magma and glowed with white fire, staring closely at the impudent who dared to offend the Flame Tyrant.

In the eyes of the demigod Goron, looking down on his opponent condescendingly is obviously not the red dragon he wants to challenge, but a general under the command of the enemy, who uses it to test his chess pieces and judge the target that speculates on his strength.

The demigod Goron looked down on this kind of tentative move in his heart, but the chess pieces sent by the opponent also had a little strength, and it was estimated that he could loosen his muscles a little.

So, the strongest creature on the planet Delean, slowly opened his mouth and uttered a provocative remark: "Hey, can you help me warm up before the battle, the bastard who is full of fire?"

Although the giant magma monster couldn't understand the language of the demigod Goron, the high-level monsters in the fire elemental realm were all spiritual, and judging from the tone and voice vibration alone, he knew that what his opponent said was definitely not a good thing.

The inexplicably insulted giant magma monster opened its mouth and spat out a cloud of liquid flames, and when it saw where the demigod Goron was, he suddenly stretched out his hands, and at the same time crouched down, holding his feet firmly, and his huge head retracted between his legs, turning into a five-foot diameter lava ball, and then began to roll forward.

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