The Defeated Dragon

The violent dog, the king of the thorns, the powerful low-level Warcraft.

It is likely to have a blood relationship with Shakesend - the mother of Shakessen is dead, but its father is probably the one in front of him.

Although it is possible to be a relative, it does not prevent Shawson from launching an attack under Liszt’s orders.

The magic spurts from its mouth, passes through the space barrier, accurately gathers at the target location, and forms the magic of the soil property - the rock thorn.

Hula!

The rock thorns smashed out from the ground under the belly of the violent dog, and almost smashed the smashing dog. The violent dog quickly slid away, escaped from the rock thorns, and acted dexterously, and continued to avoid the four arrows that fired at it. Then adjust the posture and rush to the name from the knight.

He got a respite from the Cavaliers and was ready to defend himself, holding the Knight's shield in front of him.

But in his ear he heard the violent drink of the lord's adult: "Zakley, tumbling!" The body involuntarily followed the voice of the command, fell to one side, and rolled two laps on the mud.

In the Cavaliers training course, Marcus repeatedly and again brainwashed the idea of ​​"the Lord is supreme" and obeyed the command of the Lord Lord. So Zachley does not need brain thinking at all, the body has produced conditioned reflexes, acting in accordance with Liszt's orders.

This time, obeying the instructions saved his life.

Just in his original position, a large rock thorn was pierced from the ground. If Zakri does not hide, this rock thorn will be inserted into his body, probably from a certain key part.

Cold sweat is straight.

Zachley swallowed a hard mouth, and he was more grateful to remind the lord of the Lord. However, there was not much time to grateful to him. The violent dog missed it and once again rushed over to him. He seemed to have identified him. He had to kill him and kill him.

"Adult, you shoot, I charge!"

Marcus couldn't help but scream when he saw the bow and arrow and couldn't shoot the violent dog.

Such an order, Liszt did not have any opinion - this moment he completely avatars qualified archers, standing in the back row output is the last word.

Moreover, he also has to direct Shakespeare to release the magic, responsible for reminding him to escape the rock thorns from the knights.

The task is heavy.

There is order in the chaos of the battle scene, the violent dog is fierce, and the rock thorns are gone, but under the eyes of Liszt’s magic, its every move is invisible. In addition to scratching a dodge from the Cavaliers, the other rock thorns did not achieve any results.

It takes about ten minutes to go round.

The magic of the violent dog has fallen to a low point. According to the experience of the magical release of magic every day, Liszt understands that this violent dog can hardly release the rock thorns in a short time.

He suddenly pulled out the red blood sword: "charge, kill it!"

Under the seat, the dragon horse raised his head high, and his four hooves rushed to the violent dog who was surrounded by nowhere to escape. Huo Sen also charged with it. It doesn't know what is the same kind of disability. Liszt's command is its code of conduct.

Two land knights.

Ten trainee knights, plus two more.

Fourteen people besieged a demon-stricken dog, and the ending was already doomed. All the knights practiced the combined attack routine, firmly stood in their position, and finally Marcus was hard-pressed, and Liszt took the time to fill the knife.

"The heart of the dragon!"

The red blood sword cooperates with the ultimate meaning of "Fire Dragon Drill", and the momentum is unparalleled, and the violent dog that has retired from the road is completely covered. The flames burned in the sky, and that was Liszt’s blast.

Hey!

The violent dog screamed again and again.

The king of the thorns of the thorns, under the hunts of human beings, can only end up drinking and hating.

"It doesn't take a lot of effort, it falls." Liszt calmly put away the red blood sword, waiting for the flame to go out, and look at the World of Warcraft that he personally killed, what kind of bleak end.

But just when everyone is lax.

The flame will not be scattered, and a blackened shadow will slam from it and rush out from the lax encirclement. It is a violent dog that should have been killed by Liszt's big move. It has been scarred and even has a faint barbecue flavor, but it still has the ability to run.

"Chasing!"

The fat to the mouth ran away, and Liszt could bear it.

The Cavaliers squad refused to pack up the barbecue stalls and chase them out. Shakespeare is a dog first, chasing the scorched terrible dog.

"Adult, be careful, you may encounter other World of Warcraft." Marcus is very gloomy. "I didn't expect a violent dog to be so difficult to deal with, swindling and fleeing. It is also my intention, not sure before Warcraft died, a little Also can't relax, they are very embarrassing!"

"Warcraft is really awkward, but it can't live, the body is burning!" Liszt's momentum is still high, not much affected.

On the battlefield, he is indeed greedy and afraid of death, habitually hiding behind.

But once you have identified one thing and tried your best to complete it, saying that you want to kill the dog, you will never let it have any breathing space.

With the magic eye, he can already gain insight into the timing of Warcraft's release of magic, which is equivalent to the fact that he has no deadly magic.

Warcraft without magic, no different from the beast!

Thorny Forest, he can go anywhere in Liszt!

After a while.

The raging raging dog finally escaped. It stopped in front of a plant, panting, and the burnt wound was bleeding everywhere. Turning his head and rushing over the shiver, and a large number of knights behind him, seemed to make a decision, his eyes moved to the golden fruit of the plant branch.

When the body jumps, it is necessary to eat golden yellow fruit.

However, the sharp sound of the air came from behind. The next moment, the violent dog felt that his body was driven by a force, and he jumped a half-meter away. The dog's mouth was rubbed with golden yellow fruit, biting an empty space, and after landing, the pain felt throughout the body, and it could no longer hold on.

died.

Not far behind, Liszt put down his bow and bowed his breath.

"Good animal, really can run... Fortunately, I arrived in time."

The Eye of Magic has discovered that the fruit of the magical condensate, the blood of the blood, is obviously not mature. If it is eaten by the tyrannical dog at this time, it is a waste.

Next to the body of the dead dog, the stunned, a pair of dog eyes staring at the golden fruit, and the saliva flowed down like a waterfall.

It also feels the appeal of the **** fruit.

"Shake the Sen, shut up!" Liszt screamed, and he would scream at the **** fruit and shouted back.

"Wang Wang!" Dixon immediately rushed to Liszt to wag his tail, and constantly looked at the golden color of the fruit, apparently it is pleased to Liszt, hoping to eat the blood of the fruit.

"Slightly safe, it's not mature yet." Liszt rolled over and squinted around, confirming that there was no other Warcraft, and that turned his attention to the blood.

Unknown plants, probably belonging to a certain fern.

It is a bit awkward to produce a golden **** fruit.

The fruit is very beautiful, round and full, in addition to the golden color of the color, there is a little crystal texture under the peel. There is no scent, and there is no sign of the magical emission. However, in the eyes of the magic eye, there is a lot of magic inside.

Almost reached the parenchymal state.

"This is... **** fruit?" Marcus, who had already cleaned up the body of the violent dog, and inspected the terrain around him, came to Liszt and immediately whispered.