Ride and Cut

The most powerful undead in Winter City has fallen, and the rest are nothing to worry about.

The surviving army mages in Pompeii are mainly fire-type, and they can't take off to challenge dragon beasts. But they are handy against zombie warriors on the ground. As for the larger number of walking corpses, it is difficult to pose a threat to the regular army.

As the natural disaster of the undead gradually subsided, when it was daylight, Bedrick led the team to join Richard again. After working all night, most of his subordinates were exhausted, but the crown prince himself was full of enthusiasm and energy.

"Did you see that the undead dragon was killed by someone?"

"I see." Li Cha nodded perfunctorily.

Bedric smacked his lips in amazement: "Thunderstorms rained down all over the sky, and the giant beast knight drew his sword alone and charged at the undead dragon. Even the dragon couldn't resist the point of the sword, and he was beheaded in full view—"

"This scene is really an epic, and the bards will definitely recite it tirelessly for a hundred years later!"

"Yeah, it's not bad." The lord laughed, his old face flushed with embarrassment. If it weren't for the fact that the sun is still relatively dim now, it would definitely be seen as abnormal.

"Do you know who that giant beast knight is?" Bedric asked mysteriously.

"I don't know." Li Cha's face showed a trace of appropriate curiosity. If people who don't know the truth see it, they will definitely believe that this matter has nothing to do with him.

"It's really not you?" Crown Prince Pompeii's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Of course not!" Li Cha looked into his eyes, spread his hands with sincerity on his face, "I don't have that ability."

"As far as our friendship is concerned, why don't we have a single word of truth." Bedrick rolled his eyes and said contemptuously, "Higuain saw you in the sky, and it has been spread all over the street for a long time, and he still pretends to me."

"Why does this guy talk about everything?"

"There's nothing you can't say about it. In the future, you can tattoo a dragon's head with crossed swords on the team flag." Bedric was so envious that he was almost jealous.

Giant dragons are top-notch and can fight and walk. It is a great honor to face them even if they can retreat completely, let alone the feat of "slaying dragons" by themselves. The entire Pompeii Expeditionary Army's Battle of Winter City did not look good. At the beginning, they were disgraced by the defenders, and then they were disgraced by the undead.

Against this background, it becomes more and more remarkable how rare a dragon slaying warrior is. Bedric always hopes that the protagonist is himself.

"It's already tattooed." Li Cha pulled out a red cloth roll from the logistics carriage and threw it to him.

Bedrick opened it up and glanced at it. It was still the ugly Ripper pattern, but he couldn't find the dragon head. "Where is it?"

"Here." Li Cha pointed to the lower left corner, where a black double-sword crossed dragon's head no bigger than a palm shrank pitifully in the corner, with an extremely scarce sense of existence. If Li Cha hadn't pointed it out to him, Bedric would have thought that there was a piece of mud on that place.

"Why don't you get a large tattoo?" He looked at Li Cha as if he was looking at a mentally retarded man.

The real honor of dragon slaying is even stronger than gold, and it will not depreciate in value if it is passed on for generations. If managed well, the name of "Dragon Slayer" could bring unimaginable benefits, but seeing the casual posture of the Lord of Alpine Fort, he obviously didn't care much about it.

The tone of the lord's response can be regarded as a model of calmness, and one sentence made Bedric choke for a long time:

"Then if you slay the dragon in the future, you won't be able to get the tattoo."

Bedric blinked several times in a daze, took a deep breath and raised his thumbs up and said, "Tall, it's really tall!"

"Where are Seedorf and the others?" Richard never saw those Stuarts.

He felt that many things seemed very strange in this undead disaster in Winter City. For example, why the hundreds of thousands of residents in the city are silently transformed into walking corpses, why the undead dragon chases him, and why the undead who can destroy the defenders are so weak.

He felt that there must be an unknown inside story hidden here, and he always wanted to ask the witnesses of the accident, but unfortunately, he was in a hurry last night and didn't have time.

"Master Seedorf is going to see the commander-in-chief." Bedrick took a sip of the hot tea handed by his entourage, "By the way, General Pinto also said he wanted to see you, hurry up... Why does this broken tea have cinnamon!"

Li Cha snapped his fingers, and several servants immediately gathered around to help him clean up the dirt on his armor and face. After all, it was the commander-in-chief of the Pompeii Army who was going to meet, and maintaining appearance was a basic etiquette.

"Where is Dracula, come with me."

Li Cha was clear about his situation.

He himself can only surge for 15 minutes at most every day, and Qiqiu's transformation can only last for half an hour, which can be called a wonderful combination. In these fifteen minutes, they can also fight against the dragon, which is better than the dragon knight. But after fifteen minutes had passed, all that was left was to scurry around.

As a newcomer with no background, after being in the limelight, he must be wary of overtly exaggerating. The lord is now very worried about being put on the top hat of a dragon slaying warrior, and then assigning him some difficult tasks all day long. I have to say that although this idea is darker, it is not impossible.

Bring Dracula, in case someone asks what the "flying behemoth" is about, he knows the whole cause and effect, and can help cover it up.

"Sorry, my lord, I feel very uncomfortable." Dracula's face was extremely pale, and he looked up at the sun that had just emerged on the horizon, and immediately closed his eyelids as if being dazzled.

"Okay, then you have a good rest." Li Cha nodded without taking too much notice.

After all, it can almost be regarded as death once, and it is normal to feel a little uncomfortable. In addition, the side effects of the Destiny Magic Stone are probably beginning to appear on him, and it must be difficult to adapt to it.

"Yes, my lord."

A strand of wavy golden hair hung from Dracula's temples, looking gorgeous against his pale skin. He bowed slightly, his posture was elegant and perfect, and he was impeccable from the most tricky angles. If you are not a picky perfectionist, you will never be able to achieve this level.

It's just a little...feminine.

Compared with before, his facial features seemed to have slightly changed.

This change is so small that it is almost inevitable to ignore it at first glance. But if you take a second look, it is not difficult to find that the subtle changes in the facial features have completely subverted the overall temperament.

Dracula in the past also belonged to the category of handsomeness—the kind of military-style hardcore handsomeness, full of masculinity like knives and axes.

Although Dracula is still handsome now, he seems to be a sick, crazy, dying beauty, like a flame rose that is about to rot. It is still gorgeous and magnificent under the decoration of rich colors, but it can't stop it from going to decay anyway.

However, Li Cha didn't see this. There were too many servants around to tidy up his appearance, which inevitably blocked his sight.