Duke of Grief

"Wind City is the holy city of Latinia, the home base of the Church of Fortune, or the capital of the Principality. There are many clergy and mages. Even if half of the corps of extraordinarys arrives, what waves can it make?" Black Dragon sneered. , "Want to use this to shake my will? It's ridiculous!"

Cervantes turned into a humanoid once again, facing a group of extraordinary people with the shape of a dragon, which was too bad.

If it is a humanoid, the area that can be attacked is greatly reduced, even if it is under siege, there is no need to worry too much.

His eyes narrowed, and the black dragon chuckled: "Even if you have a large number of transcendents, there are three legends and two gods in Wind City, what can your transcendents do? Send to death?"

There is nothing to shake his will, because he knows clearly that the Principality of Winds of Mourning cannot be destroyed, nor can Wind City be destroyed.

Even if the floating city came, it would not be possible to destroy Wind City in a short time, let alone the "only" half of the Legion.

As soon as the words fell, the transcendentals who walked out of the three wizard towers were suddenly motivated, and without raising their intentions to hide themselves, they directly raised their weapons and rushed towards Cervantes.

They did not have any prior preparations, but dared to do so, which means that they are not afraid of death at all.

"Very good, your courage deserves a prize."

There was a wicked smile on Black Dragon's face. His palms flicked in front of him. The "lava" flowing in the gap between the scales spewed out suddenly, his tongue licked the air, and the water evaporated.

The bursting flame'dropped' to the ground, burning and melting the stone bricks on the ground.

Cervantes stepped forward, the magma splashed with it, the flame aura spread quickly, but failed to ignite the clothing of those extraordinary.

He was not surprised by this. The arcane empire cannot fail to make any preparations for him. These extraordinary people regard death as their home. Then, after this, the arcanists will unscrupulously deal with him.

The inferior transcendentals rushed past, stepped into the burning sea of ​​fire, and rushed to the powerful black dragon that had killed the gods.

Arcanists manipulated the wind and snow, and saw the surface of the three mage towers suddenly frozen, the low temperature fell in the inner city, and came to Cervantes.

The flames and the ice clashed, and they continued to pass each other.

Cervantes snorted a flame from his teeth, "I will do all these small moves!"

Even if the flame aura continues to radiate, the surrounding temperature is rapidly decreasing.

A forward warrior shook his wrist, his long sword swayed in his hand, and the spell lines instantly spread from the blade to the entire body of the sword. The magic power was drawn into it, and even the flaming flame beside the blade appeared twisted. .

The shadows under the feet suddenly twisted, and the innumerable shadows reflected by the fire blaze with activity, and the power of shadows rose from the ground and the broken walls, forming a net in the air, covering the body of the black dragon.

Then, the network suddenly gathered, and the burning flames on Cervantes reflected the shadow thorns all over the interior. When the scattered eyes took those spikes into the eyes, the black dragon raised the corner of his mouth.

The wings were closed suddenly, the snare net contracted quickly, and countless thorns of shadow loomed on it, stabbing on the black scales, and there was no more advance.

The high temperature hovering around melted the shadow, and a flame suddenly floated on the shadow, and then the fire spread quickly.

The black dragon stretched its wings, tearing the shadow that was in front of it and tearing it away.

At this point, the warrior had already jumped high, his hands clenched with his sword in the air, and the other extraordinary people pedaled the ground to accelerate the charge.

In an instant, five extraordinary people struck at the same time!

In the distance, three arrows penetrated the air, enveloping powerful kinetic energy and airflow, and shot at the head of the black dragon. Above the cluster of arrows, the magic light shone.

At this moment, the black dragon sneered suddenly: "It really is a group of waste!"

Cervantes stepped on the ground suddenly, his wings suddenly vibrated, and he jumped out of the encircling circle instantly.

The three arrows intersect in the air, the four sword lights are intertwined with each other, the sound of clang sounds, and the black dragon flexibly flips his body in the air, kicking the high jumped warrior.

The warrior gritted his teeth and twisted his back, turning around in the air, waving his weapon to the black dragon's legs, and the sword's body flashed.

However, **** suddenly appeared before the blade, pinching it tightly.

A touch of despair flashed in the soldier's eyes, and then a strong force came to his chin, and his jaw was crushed instantly, and his body fell to the ground.

Stepping on the body of the warrior and falling back into the encircling circle, the wings contracted to the extreme, and the bone spurs at the end of the dragon wings were inserted into the throats of the two extraordinary men.

The tail flicked immediately, suddenly pumped on the head of an extraordinary man, and punched out at the same time, slamming the head of the extraordinary man in front of him.

The other palm stretched straight, and suddenly spurted toward the side, brushing the blade of a long sword, sparks burst between the scales and the metal, and his finger pierced the chest of the sword-holder straight into his heart.

One foot lifted, stomped suddenly, and another head exploded.

One person met, four people died, and two were seriously injured!

Cervantes turned his head and cast his cold eyes on the three mage towers, surrounded by fire, and the dead body lying on his feet, so that the several arcanists who watched him were scared back two steps, his face pale.

The look of the three Arcanists also became dignified, even though the black dragon had withdrawn its sight, but that glance had been carved into their minds.

It was a powerful skill that I never knew how many times to kill, how many times I wandered on the edge of death. The black dragon has turned killing and fighting into an instinct, and the distance between life and death is when I raise my hand.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Cervantes reached out and grabbed, three arrows were caught in his hand, thrown away, and inserted into the others.

An invisible wave swept across, and finally passed through the sea of ​​fire. Several extraordinary persons beside Cervantes suddenly stopped, and the breath of life passed quickly and quickly died.

The flames burning on the Black Dragon dimmed with it, but only temporarily. After a while, the flames bloomed again, even more fierce and more violent.

"Use immortal spells to deal with me?" Cervantes gasped for breath~www.wuxiaspot.com~ grinned, "Are you crazy?"

"He was weak for a moment." Jacques, who had been watching the black dragon suddenly laughed. "He is not invincible, nor can he be invincible. He is much weaker than his father, although he It’s powerful enough now!"

He snorted and ordered: "Multiple casts, three [finger of death]!"

This is also a limit for them. Spells that can obliterate transcendents at will are not easy to use, and even they need some preparation time.

The black dragon's spell resistance is too strong, that is, the dead spell can't kill him. In this case, before he recovers, he creates enough damage to kill him!

The Cervantes massacre continued, but without any surprise at first, these supernaturalists of the Arcane Empire became cautious.

He squinted his eyes like a storm in his mind, thinking about how to deal with the transcendences in front of him, or bypass these transcendences, and deal directly with the arcanists.

--boom!

In the rear, an expanding fireball slowly rises, and Ziegler and the three legendary battles have entered a fierce stage. Cervantes's corner of the mouth seems to think of a good idea.

Ziegler stagnate, raised his hand to condense a huge fireball, and threw it in the direction of the black dragon.

The fireball burned violently, burning the air, and a beam of light was emitted from the mage tower, but it only eliminated the outer layer of the fireball.

Even arcanists didn't anticipate this happening, only to see that the fireball landed in the crowd and burst, and the violent flame spread instantly, devouring the black dragon and nearly half of the extraordinary.

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