There are legends of giant dragons circulating everywhere in this world, but who has ever seen this sacred and powerful creature with his own eyes? Since the second ancient war, the remaining giant dragons have been hiding in mountains, rivers and valleys, roaring with their treasures. Sleep, let the outside world go by, and the wind and clouds change. When a huge shadow carrying a hurricane appears in the light gray sky of the northern continent, people look up, not understanding what it means, "Is it a snowstorm? Or some kind of monster," a warrior wearing golden armor said to himself. His blade was covered with frost, his eyelids were covered with ice, and his mount, the liger that could not tolerate the severe cold, had already fallen dead. During the long journey, the Jin Ge cavalry across the Eastern Continent were reduced to pawns. He was an inconspicuous soldier in the Brotherhood's expeditionary legion. Although he held the position of commander of the Qin cavalry, he could only fight in the dark ranks. Walking in the footsteps of his predecessors, he didn't understand what the Brotherhood stood for. He only knew that the faintly stinging tattoos on his body could bring money, status and women. For a martial artist, this was enough.
"Maybe it's an airship. I heard people above say that an airship will pass by in the near future. That's the target we want to snipe at," said the person next to him. This was a fourth-level magician wearing a blue robe, twenty-seven. A 20-year-old intermediate secretary of the Magician Association, the husband of a Bazelar woman and the father of two boys. Behind this body is a man lying on the console in a pure white building on the island of Tasmania, Australia. The obese man on the screen is an operator recruited by "Leviathan" from New Zealand. He is a 44-year-old otaku who suffers from high blood pressure. He does not understand what the brotherhood actually represents. He only knows that the faintly stinging tattoos on his body can bring... Three meals a day and an outrageous wealth of Internet resources are enough for an Internet addict.
"Alert," a deacon shouted loudly, his voice wavering in the strong wind. The surrounding soldiers immediately spontaneously formed the formation of the Theban Holy Army, pointing their sharp spear points at the sky. To them, the deacon's words were orders. In the hierarchical brotherhood, those with the title of "Deacon" are among the top 100 senior figures. Disobeying them is tantamount to direct disobedience to the law. The firing squad will chop off the heads of those who resist without hesitation. "The combat caster group is ready for air defense, the enchantment mage is ready for defense, the shield warriors listen to my orders, the shield... stands,"
"Rumble, rumble..." Hundreds of heavy shields were inserted into the frozen soil, and steel fortresses were formed one after another on the ground, protecting the abyss cave created by "Medanzo's Wrath" in the center, and bright magic light burned in the center of the shield array. Starting from now, even if a ninth-level forbidden spell has just been released, the well-trained fire magicians are still confident of blasting the enemies attacking from the sky into powder. The potion is poured into the throat, turning into rapidly increasing spiritual power. The magical elements gathered here are so rich that they dye the air a psychedelic pink.
"...Did you hear anything?" Jinge Cavalry asked in a low voice.
"It seems like the sound of chanting a spell, coming from... the sky," the blue-robed mage stretched his neck and looked at a ray of sky through the gap in the shield.
Dragon language is a language that is not understood by humans. As the talent of the sacred dragon, these ancient creatures can easily capture magical elements and instantly release powerful elemental magic without guidance. However, dragon language magic chanted in dragon language is another matter. There are levels of existence. If language is a way to summarize the nature of things, then dragon language and elf language are undoubtedly the languages closest to the origin of existence. Every distant, heavy, and mysterious character resounds through the sky and floats in space. The magic elements in the sword began to cheer and dance wildly. The Jingo cavalry watched in astonishment as the sword broke free from their hands and floated in the air. The blue-robed mage found that his belt, buckles, shoe spikes and badges began to pull his body upwards, "This What's going on," he exclaimed inarticulately, and a bloody copper denture spurted out from his mouth. The tooth whirled and flew out of the shield array, flying into the sky with a strange posture.
At this time, Jonah was fighting side by side with the Moonlight Elf, relying on the power of the three-phase annihilation star array to fight against Mrs. Serfina. Suddenly, Xiaoguai's expression changed drastically and he screamed: "It's it, it's it... I'm still here..." You can't beat it, don't get close to it, damn it." Before Jonah could ask, it turned into green light and flew into the sealed jar. The astrologer was in a trance and was almost turned into ashes by the strange abilities of the green women. But soon the two fighting men felt the pressure above their heads at the same time. It was a terrifying power that they had never experienced in their lives. "It's a dragon..." Yona immediately thought of the key point, which made Xiaoguai so frightened. It could only be the legendary dragon, or even the brass dragon that caused her so much suffering from the curse.
The dark clouds bloomed, and the giant dragon appeared. Its smooth golden scales slid through the air. Thunder and lightning surrounded the huge body. "...What kind of monster is this?" Even after seeing the lineup, the Jin Ge Knight from the Eastern Continent I still haven't figured out the dragon's identity, because what is flying in the sky is a western dragon with two wings on its back, the mortal enemy of the eastern dragon in the second ancient war, and a brass dragon known for its greed for money among the dragon clan.
"Hum..." the dragon spit out the last syllable. After a long time, dragon language magic finally reappeared in the world. The brass dragon is the master of metallic elements. No one knows the exact name of this magic. It is very powerful and powerful. It is so simple that it cannot be evaluated by worldly standards; it is also so simple that it does not use any form of attack method, but simply strips the gold element from the entire battlefield.
The ice field was instantly dyed red with blood. The armor of the heavy infantry flew into the sky, squeezing the human bodies in the armor into small balls. The helmets of the swordsmen flew into the sky, leaving the torsos in leather armor and falling down one after another with broken necks. The archers' arrows penetrated their bodies, and the shield infantry's shields slowly rose, tearing the human body into two bloody pieces, because the hooks on the soles of these infantry boots firmly locked the frozen soil, "crunching... ..." The strange-shaped metal gathered into a big ball in the sky, shrinking and getting tighter, and blood spurted out from all directions, like a clepsydra hanging in the sky.
"Don't run away, fight back, fight back," the deacon's body was covered with bloodstains, which were scratched by the discipline belt full of steel needles. He waved his fist in the sky and ran towards the dragon in big strides. Every step he took, there was a trace of blood on his body. His purple fighting spirit was even more intense, his muscles crackled through his clothes, and his extremely powerful body was also a powerful weapon. The twenty-seventh-ranked deacon was determined to fight the dragon to the death for his reputation as a warrior, but he didn't wait for him. After finding a way to fly into the sky, the battle was over. A sharp date-stone-shaped object penetrated the body from the stomach and shot out of the forehead, causing a fatal penetrating wound on the deacon. His face turned sallow, and the deacon fell to the ground. Even to the day of death, I didn't understand what happened. Only the iron nail that condensed from the blood in the human body and was happily thrown into the arms of the big metal ball witnessed the amazing power of dragon language magic.
The war ended soon. Even the strength of the deputy deacon Esepulti was unable to fight against the dragon. Before the second dragon language magic came, the Brotherhood packed up the remaining defeated soldiers and fled to the north. In the tunnels littered with corpses, Everyone in the Erin Alliance sat down in the mud and blood, gasping for air. They saw expressions of disbelief on each other's faces. The dragon shopkeeper from the "Green Copper Cave" came out of nowhere and said something in Jonah's ear. Words: "This is a gift from Black Dragon Lord Obersolom. The one closest to the northern continent is this giant brass dragon. It is very old and has a bad temper. Let's get along well with it. As long as there are enough treasures, ,"
In this way, the Aerion Alliance won a war that was almost certain to lose. Of course, people will re-examine the strength of Commander Jonah, but the Flores people privately told the astrologers that they have not taken action at all, pink hat The dwarf was serving Baron Jonah. If the Baron's own safety had not been fatally threatened, it would not have been the time to dispatch the steam puppets. Apart from a wry smile, the 17-year-old boy could not find a better way to respond.
After a short rest, the "Saint Jonah" bypassed the abyss and crossed the river of magma from the bottom to the central island "Eternal Sleep Island". Jonah asked the brass dragon to do something through the dragon shopkeeper, and after receiving the submarine ship After collecting more than half of the treasure, the dragon flew to the southeast contentedly. Two days later, it escorted the steam airship "Lame Henry" to merge with the submarine ship. The "Saint Jonah" broke through the thick frozen soil and rose to the ground. The airship slowly descended while spraying snow-white steam. In the biting and cold wind of the northern continent, dozens of men and women stepped off the springboard one after another. These people were the elite reinforcements of the Aerion Alliance. The arrival of the strong men undoubtedly injected an injection into this expedition. Although there was no fresh blood, Jonah still looked beyond the crowd and saw a few familiar faces at the end of the team. He stumbled across the ice field, fell to the hard frozen soil, got up and continued running with his body covered in ice and snow. , passed through the crowd, rushed onto the pedal, and just opened his arms, his arms were suddenly filled with a soft body.
"Brother Jonah," the girl in green cried and shouted, "don't leave us behind this time. It's hard to see each other again every time we separate. Maybe we won't see each other again next time."
"Looking very good, Lord Yona," the blond knight sitting on the unicorn smiled, "Ah, Lord Jekong, it's great to see you,"
"Hey, I'm crawling back from hell to find you, cargo friend, this time I'll have to... ah sneeze," a strong man in a white robe carrying a large package wanted to flex his arms to show off his biceps, But he sneezed loudly in the cold wind.
"You are injured, why don't you take care of it," the woman in the red cloak said, "Don't worry, I will protect you, just like before."