Dimensional exile!
"Big cat?" Nigris was startled and looked over Lightning's head. Ange also tilted his head and looked over.
Seeing Ange looking over, the big cat suddenly raised its ears, which had never exposed the fur, and shook its head quickly.
"It's not it, is it Siludi?" Nigris murmured.
Siludi, who was far away in the Republic of Stars, sneezed violently, completely unaware that she almost carried a big pot on her back.
Soon, her suspicion was cleared, and several creatures emerged from another street. The leader had a long neck, two short hands, thick hind limbs, a long tail, and an iron-gray body. Fine scales.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Nigris. Nigris was also confused. In addition to having no wings and a big belly, the body was proportionally longer. This looked like a dragon walking upright.
"Dragonborn?" Nigris said in shock.
Unfortunately, there was no dragon present. Nigris was actually a lich and had no way of sensing whether the other party was a dragonborn.
However, the other party also saw Ange and others. From the reaction of the upright dragon, we can see some clues, because the other party was also startled, and then shouted in surprise:
"Hey, a baby dragon? Oh my god, that's great. There is a baby dragon here? Catch it and draw its blood."
The upright dragon immediately forgot about the secret mage, pointed at Negris, and shouted excitedly. Obviously, drawing dragon blood was much more important to it than the secret mage.
The upright dragon was followed by four strong humans. After hearing the order, the human at the front smiled ferociously and said: "Mr. Olong, as you wish, Ulas is at your service."
Hearing Ulas's words, the other humans were a little helpless, but they still stopped with their arms folded, as if they were planning to watch? Do they think that a human can bulldoze the enemy on the opposite side and snatch away the 'young dragon'?
The Mysterious Phoenix has foreshadowed that there is a Mysterious Mage nearby. Where do these guys get this confidence?
Although it was a bit unbelievable, these people really thought so. They saw Uras stepping forward alone, with scales pouring out of his body.
"Eh?" Many people on Ange's side were surprised and couldn't help but glance at Ange. Isn't this the Dragon God Transformation?
Nigris obviously heard everyone's doubts and said quickly: "Dragon Prince, it's Dragon Prince, Dragon Prince transforms, be careful."
"Okay." Luther also took a step forward, carefully took out the beetroot, and started chewing it.
Mi Sha was a little confused: "I told you to be careful, not to eat. Why are you acting weird? I don't date weird people."
Luther smiled casually, reached out and touched the Sword of Arbitration, and said: "My love only belongs to it, Dragon Pattern Steel Core#￥#@*#￥#Broken One·Sword of Arbitration."
He read it too fast, and Mi Sha didn't hear it clearly. She could only confirm one thing with a frown, this was really a weirdo, and then stood two steps away calmly.
Duroken held his chin and thought: "These are dragon descendants. Is this upright guy really a dragon descendant? Do you recognize it?"
Negris said awkwardly: "There are so many Dragonborns, how can I recognize them all? I don't know them all."
Duroken blinked, recalling the legend about the Dragonborn, and suddenly showed an astonished expression.
Nigris smiled sarcastically, unable to explain anything, because the dragon was really bad at making dragonborns. Some dragonborns were even passed down from a single lineage. It was not known whether they could awaken or mutate. Only a ghost could do it. Know the genealogy of all dragonborn.
But no matter what kind of dragonborn they are, they inevitably carry the blood of the dragon and have outstanding talents. Whether it is practicing magic, fighting spirit, or learning knowledge, they are much better than ordinary people.
This Mage Aolong is obviously a very powerful spell caster. Even the Mysterious Mage doesn't pay attention to him, and he doesn't know what his strength is.
As for dragons, they are creatures contaminated by the blood or breath of dragons, such as Xiaobu.
In terms of genealogy, dragon eldest brother is more chaotic than dragon descendant, and the results are not always good.
Some creatures are contaminated by the power of the ice dragon and are afraid of the cold all day long. When the temperature drops, they develop ice sores, which are extremely painful.
Some creatures are contaminated by the power of the red dragon. They are afraid of the sun and heat all day long, and they want to hide in the ice cellar without coming out.
Of course, there are bad effects as well as good effects. For example, some dragons are strong and have strong qi and blood. They can be energetic seven times a night and can practice fighting qi several times faster than ordinary people.
Or maybe he has made rapid progress in practicing magic and is better than others who have eaten dragon fruit for a lifetime.
Moreover, breath pollution can be controlled. Excessive pollution is a bad thing, but just enough pollution is a huge good thing. Sometimes it is even better than Dragonborn.
The Urras in front of him are just the right amount of polluted dragon minions. They are all strong and strong, with no flaws on the surface. They can also control the dragon minions to transform at any time.
I saw Uras growing in size, with fine scales covering his vital points, arms and cheeks, superimposing defense together with the armor. Then he pulled out the big sword on his back and held it in his hand. The aura shone on the sword. The tip is hesitant.
Mi Sha subconsciously exclaimed: "No, high-level sword master, weirdo, get out of the way and let me do it."
He took out a bottle of blue potion with his backhand and was about to unscrew it and pour it into his mouth, but before he could unscrew it, his hand was empty and the potion disappeared.
When he turned around, he realized that the potion had somehow ended up in Duroken's hand. He was holding the potion bottle and looking at it with half-squinted eyes, as if studying it, and murmured: "Hey, it's a magic potion." , I had heard before that someone had developed a potion that could replenish magic power, and I finally had the chance to see it."
Mi Sha couldn't help curling her lips, and wanted to retort. This little kid looked young, but he spoke in an old-fashioned way. It has been more than a thousand years since the magic potion was invented. How could he not have a chance to see him?
If you are poor, you are poor. If you are still making excuses, forget it.
Thinking that Duroken might be poor, Misha didn't grab it back. She took out the second bottle of potion with her backhand and poured it in while turning her eyes back to the field. However, what she saw made her almost spit out.
Luther held up half a ring of aura that was condensed into substance, and cut off the enemy's head with a sword.
"Really... Ring of Truth? Sword of Truth?" Mi Sha shouted in shock. She couldn't remember how many times she was shocked at this moment. First, there was a mage who could be called the God of Fire, and now it's the Sword of Truth?
Misha turned back and glanced at Duroken, Feti, and the big cat Lightning Hemel. Could these seemingly inconspicuous guys be all strong men of this level?
The ring of truth is a conspicuous feature of swordsmen after they reach the level of truth. With every movement of their hands and feet, their fighting spirit can tear apart the space first, producing a shock wave-like radiation that looks like a half-circle of halo to the naked eye.
"Oh, this guy broke through?" Nigris said in surprise.
"The excitement of beets." Duroken shook his head.
"That was a breakthrough, because before he could not reach the level of truth when chewing beets," Nigris said.
Under the urging of Beet, Luther broke through the truth level and struck down Ullas with one sword. He was panting from exhaustion and ran back: "I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore. I'm so exhausted that my muscles can barely hold on."
After saying that, he sat down on the ground, took out a bottle of essence and poured it into his mouth.
Misa's eyes widened. As a female mage, she knew what that bottle was. The concentrated sacred essence originally cost 1,500 magic crystals, but now it has been sold to 1,800 magic crystals.
She also has a bottle. She is already considered rich. She usually just slaps it on her face a little bit, but this damn man actually pours it into his mouth?
Looking at the magic restoring potion in her hand, she suddenly felt that it didn't smell good.
Master Aolong was also shocked. Not only was there the Mystic One, but was there also the Sword of Truth?
But looking at Luther's state, he realized that this kind of strength was forcibly improved and could not be sustained.
"It's okay, it's okay, otherwise I'll have a headache. Let's go together and stop playing." Master Aolong said.
It regrets it now, it should have gone up together a long time ago, but while playing, it actually lost a high-level dragon sword master.
Although they were said to have gone together, only two dragon servants walked out, and the last one stayed put to protect Master Aolong.
The scales on their bodies turned up, and the two dragon sword masters rushed forward quickly.
Duroken said: "Everyone, let me do a magic trick for you."
As he spoke, he rolled up his cloak. The cloak quickly shrank inward, and then Duroken and the cloak were rolled up together.
When it reappeared, first there was a plume of smoke, rising on the left side of the charging route of the two dragon sword masters. Before the smoke dissipated, Duroken had already thrown out a light seal, which accurately hit the dragon sword master on the left. On the body of the Sword Master——Alchemy·Constant Technique!
Long Yi Sword Master suddenly froze and struggled hard.
Duroken emerged from the smoke and smiled slightly: "Transformation of Dragon King? I like the power of transformation the most, so let's do this, I will also transform you--".
As he spoke, he waved his gold stick and pointed it at the immobilized Long Yi. After a burst of smoke, the Long Yi Sword Master disappeared, leaving only a green-skinned frog.
Before anyone could react, Duroken rushed forward quickly and kicked out with his big kick.
The green-skinned frog was kicked far away and fell into the swamp outside the town in a parabola. Flying into the air, the power of transformation disappeared. He changed back to his human form, but his muscles and bones were broken and he was dying.
Everyone froze on the spot, stunned by Duroken's strange method, until he bent down to salute, slowly backed away, and finally disappeared into the rolled-up cloak, everyone came to their senses.
"Zobada, forget about alchemy and constancy. Why can you turn him into a frog? Do you know how many variables are involved? How can you do it? You are not a god." Nigris lifted the hand that came back. Duroken's collar asked as he growled.
It is incredible to immobilize a high-level swordsman with Alchemy and Permanence, but it is understandable. After all, Duroken is the owner of one of the four auxiliary halls, and his ranking is even higher than Locke.
Before, because he had just been reborn and his soul was unstable, he seemed very weak. However, after such a long period of training, his strength has been restored to about half. It is also difficult to immobilize a high-level sword master.
But turning into a frog is outrageous. It involves elemental transformation and requires a huge amount of energy. He is not Ange and has no divine power at his disposal. How can he do it easily? Do you really think it's magic?
Duroken came over and whispered: "Just use his own power to transform into a dragon and give him a little push. It's equivalent to his own power. Turning him into a frog is much easier than interfering with other people's power. "
Nigris was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. Although Durokan said it lightly, there must be a lot of skills and variables involved, and it wouldn't be as simple as he said.
But what does it matter? No matter how many tricks Duroken used, the result was that he did it, using incredible magic to turn a high-level sword master into a frog.
However, this was obviously not an easy thing to do. After changing one, he retreated, leaving the other Dragon Sword Master standing there at a loss.
It is easy to scare others by using abilities beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.
Seeing that the opponent was stunned, the little zombie took a step forward and fired his ultimate move!
The death breath shock wave hit the body of Long Yi Sword Master, and the black light disappeared. Long Yi Sword Master was not dead. He held the fighting spirit long blade in front of his body, barely able to block the death breath shock wave, and was covered in smoke.
Master Aolong's eyes already showed a horrified look. Any one of these invisible guys would have such tyrannical strength. He originally thought that there was only one Mysterious Mage on the opposite side, and it was the best at restraining the mage.
If this continues, you will lose.
Master Aolong hurriedly tapped his staff, and the space cracks opened in front of him, and flea monsters rushed out of the cracks.
The flea monster that surged out jumped fiercely and crashed into the injured dragon swordsman, thrusting its upper body limbs forward.
The injured dragon swordsman took a deep breath and chopped off the flea monster's body with his backhand. He bounced sideways and chopped off the second flea monster's head. However, the third flea monster threw him to the ground and stabbed him with its sharp limbs. Entered the body.
The Dragon Sword Master roared angrily, and his fighting spirit exploded, knocking away the flea monster on his body. However, he was too injured and could not help but slow down his movements. In the end, he was knocked down and bitten by the flea monsters that came one after another.
The flea monsters that rushed up immediately pounced on the dead similar creatures. Only when there were no more corpses did they turn their targets to Ange and the others.
Negris quickly analyzed: "There is no distinction between friend and foe, and the dead of the same kind are not spared. The first priority is eating. These creatures are not for fighting, or even for reproduction, because they will eat the larvae of the same kind. These are not bugs. What the hell is this?"
Mi Sha turned around and blinked blankly: Just talking, no one takes action? The Brass Dragon hasn't made a move yet, is it its turn?
They are all strong men. If you mix with them, the Brass Dragon is definitely not as good as it seems on the surface. Wouldn't it take action?
Do you want to do it yourself? Stop it, I’m such a bad guy, I’m so embarrassed and don’t want to show my ugliness.
Just when Misha was struggling in her heart, the Anger Fortress roared, and the compressed bursting fireball made a roar of squeezing the air, giving the feeling of being squeezed and sprayed out.
This greatly increased the speed of the fireball, and the explosion after hitting the target became more intense. The blast caused the flea monster to retreat continuously, and was swallowed by the fireball while staggering. No flea monster could cross Ange's line of fire.
The big cat that had been nestling on the flash computer door suddenly stood up and jumped to the ground lightly and silently.
