The hot torment John imagined did not come, but instead he felt a touch of warmth and softness.
what happened? Could it be that I went to heaven in an instant and everything I feel now is fake? He opened his eyes in confusion.
Then he saw a scene he would never forget.
The dragon flames, which were overwhelming and seemed to be swallowing everything, were now isolated by a wall of water.
The fire and water fought fiercely, making chirping sounds from time to time, and white mist rose, making the entire cave look like a fairy palace.
The warmth and softness he felt were the dragon flames spraying towards him, but the wall of water isolated him, contained all the dragon flames, and finally brought only some warm white mist to John.
A tall and tall figure is fighting against Gorgon.
He just snapped his fingers, and several palms made of rocks came out from the ground, curled into fists, and punched Gorgon's chin very fast.
The scorching dragon flames suddenly stagnated, and its chin was knocked aside by the unexpected bombardment. The dragon flames that were originally overwhelming also turned into a few small sparks.
It was vaguely visible in Gorgon's growl that was almost coughing.
At this moment a voice came from beside John.
"What are you doing standing still? Run away! My brother is blocking such a huge dragon for you."
John was startled and looked to his side, only to see a young man with a round figure speaking loudly not far from him.
When the young man said this, he didn't look at him, because he was busy drawing the bow and taking arrows, and shot countless arrows at Gorgon.
John had never seen anyone shoot an arrow like this in his life. The young man's hands were about to turn into a ball of fluid between the bow and arrow.
After being reminded by the young man, he realized that if he stayed where he was, he would cause trouble to the young man who rescued him.
John quickly stood up and ran through the wall of water towards the corridor.
For some unknown reason, his burn wounds no longer hurt. The warmth brought by the white mist seemed to have healed him.
Especially when he passed through the wall of water, the healing feeling was particularly obvious.
"Hey, you can leave, but do you have any information you want to provide? For example, this dragon's weaknesses or something."
John's running body stagnated and turned around. "Weakness... In the legend of Nostia, if you cut off the dragon's beard, it will temporarily lose its power."
"In the legend?" Long Wushuang was a little confused, "Are you sure this legend is reliable?"
"It should be useful. In the past, when dragon slaying masters killed evil dragons, they would cut off the dragon's whiskers and bring them back to the city for confirmation."
"This habit is also because after being bearded, the dragon will lose its power for a period of time. There is no difficulty in killing it."
"So cutting the beard is a symbol of dragon slaying."
Long Wushuang nodded. He had kept the team channel open just now, and what John said had reached Wang Chen's ears.
I believe he will try to cut off his beard soon.
"It's none of your business, let's go." Long Wushuang said, "But remember not to run out in a hurry. Go to the corridor for a while and wait for us. You Gnostians still have some unresolved matters."
John was a little confused. What do you mean by "you Gnostics"? Are these guys not Gnostics?
That's right, whether it's the water wall, the rock palm, or the miraculous shooting skills, they have never been seen in Nostia.
Stranger? The word flashed through John's head.
But he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it would be good to be saved. If you are still confused about who saved you, then you are a bit ignorant.
He thanked Long Wushuang and ran towards the corridor.
…
Here Wang Chen has already launched an offensive according to the weak points left by John.
He raised the forest, and the head of the staff shot out several light spots.
Body-fixing technique!
These light spots wedged into Gorgon's dragon feet, pulling it, and then returned to the crystal clear light threads. Wang Chen relied on them to carry Sen Zhilan on his back and suddenly pulled it.
Tang Ruotong was walking beside Gorgon, waiting for Wang Chen to drag Gorgon to him, then jumped up and cut off its dragon whiskers.
At the same time, she was also responsible for poking the injured area on Gorgon's forefoot while Wang Chen was concentrating on pulling it, so that the guy had no time to take care of Wang Chen.
However, their tactics failed instantly.
Gorgon, who was stabbed in both legs, roared madly and swung his body wildly, trying to crush the little stabbing thing under his feet.
It was this behavior of moving the body, which was not directed at Wang Chen at all, that caused Wang Chen to suffer.
As Gorgon swung, Wang Chen felt a huge force coming from the light thread.
Although he took twenty bottles of strength-enhancing wine and was able to grit his teeth and pull the light thread, the light thread could no longer hold on.
They were stretched thinner and thinner under the huge force, and then with several crisp sounds, these light strands were all broken.
Wang Chen also fell forward because he suddenly lost his pulling power.
"It seems that wrestling with it is unrealistic. The body-holding technique has reached its theoretical strength limit. Now unless there are a few more body-holding techniques and more light threads are used to fix it and fight with it."
"Otherwise there's no way to bring it down."
Wang Chen quickly got up from the ground, patted the dust on his hands, and thought: "But if I start arranging the light threads now, I'm afraid it's too late to pile up enough light threads to bring down Gorgon."
"So let's start the next plan."
With this in mind, Wang Chen quickly laid out tactics in his teammates' channel.
…
With a clear cry, a figure that was about to become an afterimage flashed out of Wang Chen's hand.
Like a comet, it flew directly towards Gorgon.
The figure was about as big as the upper body of an ordinary person, and its wings and feathers shone with golden light when flying, making it look really majestic.
Who else could this figure be besides a giant eagle?
Facing a Gorgon that was many times bigger than itself, it didn't even panic, and you could even hear it in its roar.
It means provoking Gorgon.
Gorgon had just smoothed out the small thing that had been pricking his feet. Not long after he stopped, he saw another small flying thing coming, and he suddenly felt very angry.
It opened its huge mouth directly, and the hot dragon flames spurted out, burning towards the big vulture in mid-air.
But the big vulture flicked its wings, turned over lightly, and avoided the dragon flame.
It also followed its own momentum of turning over, flapped its wings fiercely, and accelerated towards Gorgon's neck, and then hooked its sharp claws!
"Uh-huh!"
After a crisp sound, it was like taking off a plaster.
The big eagle actually tore off Gorgon's dragon scales, and there were still traces of flesh and blood under the bright green scales.
Gorgon suddenly roared in pain, and its roar made the entire high space buzz.
The angry dragon flames surged again, but the big vulture grabbed the dragon scales and tilted its wings to easily escape again.
