Duke of Grief

On a sunny morning, Cervantes was sitting on the ground leaning on the tree trunk, and Latiniah was leaning on his shoulder. He had flown all night before. Although neither the black dragon nor the goddess felt tired, they did Need a break.

Even now, the Black Dragon still has enough energy. The average person always needs to rest after half a day of action, but the Black Dragon does not feel a little tired, not only because of the blood, but also because of his own strength.

Because of the faint dragon power on his body, the insects and ants do not dare to be close to Cervantes, even if they have to store the winter fat, Xiong Ji has been far away.

The creatures on the top of the biological chain are not what they dare to provoke. No matter how brainless or stupid, no animal will approach the black dragon.

Therefore, the black dragon and the goddess can have a quiet rest environment, without having to worry about being harassed by these beasts during the rest like ordinary adventurers or mercenaries.

This is a sunny morning, Cervantes thinks so.

But'Feng He Ri Li' means leisure, and in this world without too much entertainment, leisure means boredom, so boring to remind Cervantes of the centuries before she did not encounter Serena Here, he often falls asleep because of boredom.

Today, he seems to have recovered his former feelings, but he doesn't like it at all.

This memory will only bring him more boredom, originally thought that those intelligence personnel can find them, but now, they still did not appear in front of him.

This kind of boring life that was so irritating to Long was not what Cervantes wanted. Although they had played with those intelligence personnel before, they should be able to find his trail, but why didn't they show up? why?

Militant blood flows in the blood vessels, but Cervantes's thinking is close to stagnation.

He doesn't like this kind of boredom...

He didn't want this kind of leisure-this kind of leisure should appear after the drudgery, not now!

The deciduous leaves and the slaughtered autumn wind did not affect the black dragon's decadent Tang, but in the background of the two, the black dragon's decline was not even seen by the goddess of wealth.

Cervantes is closing his eyes and recuperating, while Latinia is admiring the scenery that is not beautiful, but she has never seen before.

Heilong continued to sigh and had disturbed her interest in enjoying the scenery. She was preparing to speak a few words with dissatisfaction, but—

"Cervantes Doig Wind of Sorrow!!!"

From a distance of hundreds of feet away from the woods, a roar suddenly sounded, as if a warrior was fighting a book, and he was clearly closing his eyes to raise his mind, but Cervantes, who was constantly groaning and sighing, suddenly stopped himself. Sigh.

In an instant, just an instant, Latinia felt that the black dragon beside her had changed!

There was a smile on Cervantes' face, and he hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he had gently pushed away the head of the goddess of wealth against his arm.

With a roar, the Manlin bird spooked.

No matter the birds and beasts were awakened, the woods began to be chaotic, but Cervantes could clearly hear a footstep.

That's the footsteps of war, that's death approaching-but it's certainly not him who died!

The skin slowly cracked, exposing the red veins, and the scales were covered. The human-shaped black dragon, which became more and more cruel because of black and red, took a deep breath.

"call--"

The high temperature poured from the mouth, and the hot air from the black dragon even evaporated the water vapor around it.

The ignition star floated out under the dragon scales and fell on the dry trunks and leaves, instantly igniting the wood.

Black Dragon, opened his eyes!

Endless flames burned in the pupils, a contraction of the heart ignited the surrounding trees, and also ignited the blood of the black dragon.

He is synonymous with flame in the world, he is fearless, he is a freak in the black dragon, he is Cervantes...

The silent blood has awakened, and the greed and madness in the soul and the bloodline are reaching out to himself-greed for fighting, madness for fighting!

Yes indeed……

That's it!

You should have come long ago... but it doesn't matter, I'll wait for you for so long.

Cervantes had already felt that it was a warrior who stood up to earth, that was a warrior who had never moved forward, and that was a warrior who sought victory!

There must be more than one of his opponents and his enemies, but now he only sees this one.

That's a powerful warrior, that's a fearless warrior, that's... a warrior who knows nothing!

"Roar!!!!!"

The blood veins are spreading, the blood is burning, the warrior strides forward, smashing all the obstacles in front of him, everything, whether it is a tree or an animal, and then stepping into the sea of ​​fire, the already locked enemy is standing in the sea of ​​fire central.

Shield strike?

Do not!

The warrior grinned and pinched the long sword in his right hand.

Sword!

Sword!

Wield a sword--

Then, beheaded!

This is his battle, this is his victory!

So, he brandished his sword!

The blade cut the air, cut the flame, cut the dead wood, and cut it towards the black dragon!

"what!"

Cervantes smiled, smiled happily, and smiled at the long sword that he swung over!

He didn't plan to defend. He never knew what was called "defense". His defense was only for the preparation of the next attack. His battles consisted only offensive, offensive, and offensive!

There is no defense, only offense, because offense is the best defense, so he will only attack!

So, he threw his fist-a straight punch!

The warrior and the black dragon broke the ground under their feet at the same time, facing each other, they launched an attack!

No defense! No defense!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

call!

The tremendous wind pressure wiped out the flames. The blade of the long sword cut the film and bones of the dragon wings, but they were embedded in the tight muscles of the black dragon. Then, Cervantes' fist also hit the warrior in the chest. On the front shield.

"Roar!!!!"

The fist was on the shield, and the black dragon took another step forward, making a deafening roar, and tensed his muscles, his feet were nailed to the ground, and as the waist twisted, the black dragon pushed his arm out !

boom--

The warrior was hit!

From where I went back and forth, my feet drew two deep gullies on the ground.

"Cough-yuck!"

After spitting out a blood foam, the soldier looked up at the Black Dragon and sneered, "Oh, that's all?"

Dragon blood dripped along the dragon wings to the ground, igniting the ground.

Cervantes shook his head and chuckled, "Of course not! But... only you?"

He guarded the Goddess of Wealth behind him, the battle intentions were slowly burning, but a warrior could not make him happy.

As soon as the black dragon's voice fell, six directions, including the soldiers, surrounded him from six directions.

"Wow……"

Cervantes suddenly joked to the goddess of wealth behind him: "Do you think they came to kill me or to kill you?"

"do not know……"

With a sigh, the goddess of wealth stood up from the ground and glanced at the six people. UU read www.uukanshu.com "I am not'familiar with them.'"

"It may be to kill you, but it is more likely to kill me." Cervantes put out his tongue and licked his lips lightly. "I have some influence on them-the inexplicable'superior', configured by tacit understanding. The complete team found our position accurately, let me guess..."

Heilong narrowed his eyes, "Well, the'eye of omniscience', right?"

There was no response, the warrior started the charge again, the sword saint and the monk rushed up, the rogue disappeared, the mage chanted the spell, the ranger slowed down half a beat, but also stepped on the foot of the sword saint.

but!

Cervantes turned suddenly and pierced through the chest of the goddess of wealth with his claws.

With a smile on her face, the goddess of fortune lifted her hands and touched the black dragon's arm, and then the whole body became a light spot.

Cervantes turned his back to the soldier and closed his eyes to take a deep breath.

The glory of divinity bloomed quietly in his soul!