Although the weapons crafted by the top blacksmiths in Nostiania cannot be compared with the peerless magic weapons such as the Tuku Dragon Slaying Holy Sword that has been passed down, it is enough for assassination.
Poincaré's knife penetrated Gorgon's wound so deeply that it did not reach the hilt of the dagger.
Gorgon roared, jerked his body, struck with his tail, and kicked Poincaré away.
After pulling out the tail whip, it fell to the ground, like a collapsed city wall.
Poincaré's figure flew out in mid-air, like an afterimage, flying twenty or thirty meters away.
He didn't stop until he smashed a protruding rock wall.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground motionless.
John and Assef looked at each other, hurried to his side, and checked Poincaré's injuries without restraint.
They did not dare to move Poincaré, for fear that a single touch might dislocate his broken bones due to the impact, and then pierce his internal organs.
He could only fold his clothes and put his head up to keep his airway open.
Except for the large mouthful of blood just now, Poincaré no longer spurted blood. This was a good thing, indicating that there were no major internal injuries.
John took out some water and patted his face gently, trying to wake him up.
However, he closed his eyes tightly and pursed his lips tightly, as if he was enduring severe pain.
The two wanted to give Poincaré medicine, but the medicine on his belt, which could be used to treat injuries, had been broken and the medicine liquid had been lost.
These special potion bottles were originally reinforced to ensure that Nostia's swordsmen could take potions at any time when they were on the battlefield.
But they were still broken, which shows how powerful Gorgon's blow was.
John thought for a while, took out a bottle of medicine from the inside of his clothes, and motioned to Assef to lift Poincaré's head.
He uncorked the bottle and gave Poincaré the medicine.
Assef asked: "What kind of medicine is this? Does it work?"
"Whether it works or not, let's try it first." John replied, "This is the recovery medicine I bought for myself. The pharmacist said it is effective for both internal and external injuries. I originally bought it to save my life."
"Now use it to treat Master Poincaré's injuries."
Assef was silent after hearing this. He knew that this medicine was not cheap. He knew John's financial situation and guessed that this bottle of potion might have cost him all his fortune.
After Poincaré drank the liquid, his face slowly turned from pale to bloody, and his tight lips loosened. It seemed that the effect was indeed very good.
John and Assef were very happy to see this, and they planned to move Poincaré out of the Dragon's Nest and take him back to Kelfang for better treatment.
However, at this moment, the ground began to shake.
John was startled, turned his suddenly stiff neck, and looked twenty or thirty meters away.
A towering figure was seen rising up from the dust, with two scarlet eyes lighting up.
That's the dragon Gorgon.
John looked back at Assef, and saw his eyes were as horrified as his own.
"What should I do?" Assef asked eagerly.
John was confused and panicked, how did he know what to do.
It should be said that in front of this giant dragon, these two swordsmen, who can only be regarded as guides, are they really qualified to think about what to do?
Anyway, no matter what happened to them, they would definitely be burned to death by the dragon's flames.
It seems that he will never be able to become an outstanding swordsman in this life.
The same goes for Assef, who probably has no chance of marrying and having children.
Even if you only ask for a virtuous wife.
And Master Poincaré, who was supposed to be victorious and glorious, could only be buried in the belly of a dragon.
Compared with his predecessor whose whereabouts are unknown, he is not far behind.
He couldn't even wake up to face his own death. An upright swordsman like him must have wanted to die like that.
Gorgon was coming towards them, and every time the dragon's claw landed, the ground shook.
This tremor also shook John's heart.
Is that all there is? Is this the end of them?
No, never.
Suddenly, an unprecedented determination appeared in John's mind.
He grabbed the long sword beside him and said, "Assef, take Mr. Poincaré away and retreat to the corridor where we came from."
"This guy is so big, there's no way he can do anything to you. But remember to stay far away, as it may release dragon flames."
"Don't leave the cave in a hurry. Wake up Mr. Poincaré first, otherwise you won't be able to do anything with those black barriers."
John's tone was calm, and he was telling Assef, as if he was telling him to add two handfuls of firewood to the bonfire for making porridge.
But from his resolute expression, people can see something tragic.
The uneasiness in Assef's heart gradually emerged, "John, what do you mean?"
"Don't you understand this? Big man, take Mr. Poincaré away. I'll stay and hold this guy back."
As John said this, he slowly walked towards Gorgon. The dragon's breath was already overwhelming him. The hot air was mixed with the smell of snakes and fish, as if he had walked into a bath next to the fish stall.
Assef tried to hold him, but his feet were too weak.
"If Mr. Poincaré is serious, then I will give you my half acre of land. Make good use of it, make more money, and hire a good swordsmanship teacher for your son in the future. Maybe he will become a great swordsman." swordsman."
John stopped not far from Gorgon.
The giant dragon did not move forward, but stared at him with its huge scarlet pupils. As if wondering what this monkey, which is no bigger than one of its teeth, wants to do and what it dares to do.
John took a deep breath, "Now! Run! Don't let me die in vain!"
He raised his long sword to kill Gorgon, and his figure seemed so small compared to the latter's mountain-like body.
But Assef saw the shadow of Poincaré in the back.
He suppressed the moisture in his eyes, picked up Poincaré, and ran towards the corridor from which they came.
As he ran wildly, John's roar and bursts of scorching air came from behind.
Apparently Gorgon spewed dragon fire.
The monstrous firelight illuminated the way forward for Assef. He easily found the corridor in the darkness and ran away.
The figure disappeared into the deep shadows of the corridor.
…
John never thought he could be so powerful.
To be able to last so long under the dragon flames of the dragon Gorgon.
Although his body has been burned by the dragon's flames, it has become a hole in the east and a mark in the west.
Although his sword had already been thrown out when he dodged and fell, and was later melted into a pool of blazing red molten iron by the dragon's flames.
Although he had exhausted all the swordsmanship he had learned throughout his life to deal with it, he was still in a terrible state of confusion.
But he actually managed to count five hundred!
Ha ha! As expected of me! If only I had better luck! You will definitely become a great swordsman!
John thought happily in pain.
At this moment, he collapsed on the ground, looking at the incoming dragon flames, and closed his eyes.
