Chapter three hundred and eighty eighth dragon attack
"I still feel something is wrong. Isn't he using the Altar of the God of Fire to trick and kill the Western adventurers?" Downton glanced at the elder. The guy looked like an old fox no matter how he looked.
"Do you have any choice?" Homer smiled, "Actually, I understand that with your character, you have already decided to take this trip."
"Yes, it doesn't matter if there is no divine fire. The most important thing is the fun of exploration and the treasures accumulated in the temple." Downton's goal was set early in the morning.
Over the years, there must have been powerful people who have explored the temple, so if they died inside, the equipment they carried would naturally be left inside. If collected, it would be a considerable fortune.
The elder responded to every request and even gave the adventurers a map of the temple. Of course, these things had to be exchanged for supplies.
After getting the information, the adventurers couldn't wait to leave. Their desire for the precious divine fire had made them so fanatical that they were unwilling to wait any longer.
Downton said goodbye to the elders and left the Krupp Giant tribe with Hamlet. Within half an hour, Thiessen chased after him on a Sherman War Bear.
"You ran away from home again? Be careful the chief beats you." Downton teased, also testing Thiessen.
"No, my father agreed to my leaving." Thyssen lowered his lips and looked in the direction of the mountains, "I have long wanted to visit the altar."
"After confirming that Thiessen was not lying, Downton breathed a sigh of relief. Since the elder dared to let his grandson go to the altar, it meant that there was no conspiracy.
"Let's go, don't let others get there first." Thyssen ran wildly, and the war bear left thick footprints on the volcanic ash.
"Father, you are so cruel, you actually let Thiessen go to the altar." The chief's wife looked at the elder with worry and dissatisfaction on her face.
"What do you know? There are countless scouts hidden outside our tribe. If I don't let Thissen go, they will definitely guess that something is wrong." The elder cursed angrily, "Besides, they don't even dare to break into the altar.
Thyssen is no longer worthy of being Krupp's warrior."
"But……"
"It's nothing." The chief interrupted his wife's complaint, "Neither the Western natives nor the Storm Dragons are good people. They just divert the trouble to the east, so let them fight."
"Want to snatch the divine fire? They will all die inside." The elder thought of Downton. He is indeed a good Western native. Should he remind him?
It takes three days to get from the tribal habitat to the altar. For the Downton trio, this time can be shortened because their mounts are so good.
Not to mention the Sherman War Bear, which can run as long as there is enough magic energy. As a native war horse, Firewalker has excellent endurance. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a horse that can ride without any dust.
Racing wildly along the way, the Downton trio drove away many adventuring teams. They even made a dragon team that wanted to stop them eat away, without even catching a single shadow.
"Did I read that correctly? It's actually a soul mount? Or is it two heads?"
"I like that war horse better. It has fiery red fur all over its body. When it runs, it is as beautiful as the clouds in the sky!"
"Why do the Krupp natives mix with humans?"
The adventurers who saw Downton and his party were all envious, muttering and speculating. As the exploration of the secret realm gradually expanded, everyone got more and more detailed information, and the mystery of the lava realm was quickly unveiled.
"Look, Sand Scorpion. There are dragons nearby." Thiessen's sharp eyes saw the fist-sized scorpion hidden in the cracks of the stone.
They are gray and gray. Lying in the volcanic ash, it is very difficult to detect them. Although they have no attack power, they are extremely annoying because these insects are raised by dragon people using secret methods and possess low intelligence. They can be used as scouts to see the enemy.
The appearance of , means there are dragon people nearby.
"It's nothing to make a fuss about. It's just like the orcs like to use falcons to detect the enemy." Homer saw that Downton was curious and explained.
"It's different. Eagles can fly and are fast, so how can sand scorpions pass information back?" Downton liked being more serious.
"Smell." Thiessen gave the answer. After discovering the enemy, the sand scorpion will secrete a gland out of fear. Others cannot smell it, but the dragon people have an excellent sense of smell, and after special training, they can smell it within a thousand yards.
You can totally smell it.
"Awesome!" Downton gave a thumbs up and commanded, "Speed up and try to get rid of them."
The altar is in the draconian territory, and it is almost impossible to enter without encountering them. Downton doesn't want to fight fearlessly, so he plans to use the advantage of his mount to get rid of them.
It was successful the previous time, but this time I was a bit unlucky.
"Are they those three humans?" A burly dragon man stood on a hill, holding a monocular telescope snatched from a Western native, observing Downton.
He was chewing a piece of milk-flavored toffee in his mouth. The fragrance of butter and the sweetness of honey made his saliva completely unstoppable, and even flowed from the corners of his mouth. This was a trophy snatched from the hands of the Westerners.
The arrival of the Western Turks is a hunting feast for the Storm Dragons. The materials they bring with them that have never been found in the secret realm are simply the most wonderful trophies. In addition, the offal is also a delicious meal.
Although dragons are humanoids, strictly speaking, their living habits are more like those of Warcraft. They will eat anything. If they are extremely hungry, they will not let go of their own kind.
"Leader, come on, or you will be overtaken by others!" After the initial trial stage, as more and more Xitu people were captured, the sense of mystery disappeared, and the dragon people revealed their ferocious fangs.
"Let's go, the hunting begins!" Following the leader's order, the dragon people cheered, jumped on the magic sand scorpion mount beside them, and rushed down the hillside in a swarm.
These magic sand scorpion mounts are obtained by crossing a sub-dragon beast and a magic scorpion after more than a hundred years of training by the dragon people. They are stronger and more docile than the magic scorpion. While supporting the dragon people, they can also
So they don't have to worry about being eaten.
Adult draconians are two meters tall, their muscles and bones are very dense, and they weigh at least five hundred pounds. It is really difficult for Huo Shaoyun to carry them flying.
Before the dragons arrived, the sharp sound of bone flutes had already sounded, mixed with roars one after another. This was their signature attack signal, used to disturb the enemy and increase their sense of urgency.
"Kill them and make their bones into flutes!" For dragon people, collecting the bones of enemies to make various accessories, especially bone flutes, is a passionate hobby.
"There are actually fifteen dragon-men!" Thiessen bared his teeth a little. Dragon-men who can possess the Demonic Sand Scorpion mount should not be underestimated. They are all the absolute combat power in the tribe.
"Are they very powerful?" Downton noticed that the scales on the faces of this group of dragon-men were relatively small, and the leader only had one-half of them.
"It's necessary. According to the strength standards of your Westerners, they are all at around the sixth level of war, and that leader is at the Judgment level." Thiessen introduced.
The magic energy in the secret realm is scarce and the living conditions are harsh, so the bodies of any indigenous people are very strong, because this is the basis for survival.
As the dragons' strength increases, the scales on their bodies will fall off, so to see if they are strong or not, just count the scales.
"Are you fighting at the sixth level? I can deal with five!" Downton glanced back. He was not asking for help. For a dragon man who only knew hand-to-hand combat without any martial arts, he had the confidence to say such a thing.
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"Then I can fight seven, no, ten!" Thyssen stretched out his hands. As a Krupp giant, how could he be compared with the Western Turks? He had always wanted to compete with Downton, but
As a friend, he was embarrassed to say this.
"Just leave the leader to me." Harley laughed and suddenly pulled the reins, causing the war bear to turn.
"Damn it, I was beaten first!" Thiessen had just spoken in Netherese, but now he was anxious and spoke in Aboriginal language.
The level of social civilization of the dragon people is very low, and they are not very good at farming. They plant flame oats and let them fend for themselves. During the harvest season, they can grow as long as they want, so they spend most of their time grazing, hunting, and plundering.
Krupp Giant.
Downton glanced at it and knew that this dragon cavalry had gained a lot. They were wearing leather armor one size smaller, carrying animal skin backpacks, and the weapons in their hands were all made from Western products.
"Spear ready, throw!"
At the leader's command, the dragons pulled out a one-and-a-half-meter-long spear with a metal spearhead from their gun pouch, rounded their arms, and threw it at Downton and the others.
"Be careful!" As soon as Thiessen finished speaking, the spear seemed to be shot out from a ballista, with the sound of breaking wind, and it shot out in an instant, as fast as a meteor.
The soul shield popped up and blocked the attack, but Downton and Harley were still frightened.
"This accuracy is so terrible!" Harley exclaimed. All the dragon-man's attacks failed. If the spears were not made of wood and were not very powerful, they would definitely be able to penetrate the shield.
"They are the best at throwing." For Krupp, who has a high self-esteem, to say this, it shows that the dragon people really have the capital to be proud of the secret realm.
During the interval of talking, the Dragon Man carried out two more rounds of throwing attacks. Then the two sides approached, and they pulled out the scimitars they had snatched, filled with murderous intent.
While Harley was spreading his magic, Downton's divine revenge also rushed towards the leader.
The leader was not afraid at all. He held the heavy battle ax that he had obviously snatched from human hands, and with one swing, he blew up the golden dragon gun.
"Hey, a perfect weapon!" Downton's eyes lit up, not knowing that the unlucky guy had been killed and the leader had an advantage.
This battle ax is obviously enchanted with shield-breaking and demon-breaking effects, otherwise it would be impossible to destroy the golden dragon gun.
The heavily armored war bear slammed into it aggressively, trying to scatter the Demonic Sand Scorpion. Although Firewalker was tough and charged, Downton didn't want it to get hurt, so he slowed down.
"Be careful of the venom spray!" Thiessen reminded.
The two teams passed each other, and the killing escalated instantly!
The Sand Scorpion's tail hook was aimed at the Downton trio. After shooting out corrosive green venom, the one closest to them stabbed, trying to nail them to death.
Harley struck the tail hook with his sword, and sparks exploded.
Downton parried the slash from the dragon in front of him, shot the harpoon through its shoulder, and then dragged it down the Sand Scorpion. (To be continued...)
ps: Sorry, something delayed me today. Will update tomorrow!