Warlord of Chaos

Chapter 6-1 Good Father and Bad Son

Fan Luding took a deep breath and reluctantly suppressed the anger of his heart. He said in a deep voice, "An Qi Aier, I really want to talk with you openly and sincerely, I hope that you can also show your sincerity."

"Is it?" An Qi Aier turned his gaze to the altar in the distance. "What do you mean by openness, is the secret transfer of the remains of the Milu adults? Do you not know that this is our gold? What does the Dragon mean?!"

"I don't want to do this either." Fan Luding sighed. "But, don't.... Will you give me a chance to talk face to face? I can guarantee that the remains of the Milu adults are not damaged, even though they were once enemies, but He is also the strong person I respect. An Qi Aier, it is time to let go of the hatred between us, the existence of Raphael has seriously disturbed the order of the world, for the whole dragon, for this continent , we must unite!"

Fan Luding’s words were eloquent and impassioned, but they did not touch An Qi Ai, but the aversion of An Qi Aier’s face became more and more intense.

"Van Luding, everyone is not the first day to know, why do you use these high-sounding words to advertise yourself?" An Qi Ai sneered and said, "Speaking, you are afraid of Rafael to kill you! Fan Luding, you are a black dragon The king, I am really weird, how can I not even have the courage to fight Rafael in front? Just dare to make these little moves in the back, do you know? I am ashamed of you!"

An Qi Ai's unrequited words are hitting the pain of Fan Luding, the battle of the Devil's Pool, if it is not for Van Lun Ding Mingzhe, deliberately behind a distance, then I am afraid that there is no Hanjin now. Since then, Han Jin’s strength has advanced by leaps and bounds, and Fan Luding’s fear of Hanjin has also increased day by day. As a result, when the goddess Steia set up a game to kill Hanjin, the imperious Black Dragon King has become a sneak attacking character. Said to be a sad.

"Anqi Aier, are you really obsessed?!" Fan Luding said slowly, and his face became stunned, like a beast that was ready to go and choose people.

"I know exactly what I am doing." An Qi Aier's eyes were a bit pity. "It's you, Fan Luding, pulling so many dragons together to bury you, don't you think you are too selfish?"

"Oh..." Fan Luding was extremely angry and laughed. The eyes full of gloom were staring at An Qi Aier. "Since you insist on... then don't blame me for not feeling good!"

An Qi Ai said nothing, just standing there quietly, the sardonic smile hanging on his mouth, clearly revealing such a message to Fan Luding, this is your true face, early That's it.

The battle broke out in an instant, and Van Luding flew at an unparalleled speed, hitting An Qi Ai with a fist, and the dragon field in the body of Fan Luding and the dark blue field of An Qi Aier were also entangled at the same time. Together, they are twisted and invaded.

The guardians of the Golden Dragons, the elders and the black dragons brought by Fan Luding also attacked each other at the same time, and the scene was immediately chaotic.

"Go!!" An Qi Aier made a long whistle.

In the decisive battle of the elements, the Jinlong family must be in absolute disadvantage. The guardians of the Dragon Field and the elders of the Dragon City are afraid to release the magic. If only the magic loses effect, there is nothing, but once the elemental frenzy is triggered, it is injured. They can only be them. On the contrary, the Black Dragons have no scruples. The Black Dragon has absolute magical immunity. Among all the magic, only the Earth Spear, Meteorite, Ice Cone, etc. have a few magical physics. The magic of double damage can cause minor damage to them, while the rest can be ignored.

Therefore, the strong black dragons can unscrupulously release magic, and the guardians and elders of the Golden Dragons can only fight on their own bodies.

This factor also affects the high-end battle between An Qi Aier and Fan Luding. As the owner of the ice, An Qi Ai only dares to open his own field, and Fan Luding immediately unscrupulously pours his own brute force attack. .

On the hills dozens of miles southwest of the elemental disorder, there is a large chair with gold and silver jewels. A childish boy is sitting on the chair and looking at the perspective of the front. Flashing picture.

The boy is not tall, sitting on the chair, his legs are not enough to reach the ground, but he is also learning to look like an adult, and it feels weird.

"Look, haha... they finally got up!" The boy laughed, his eyes filled with novelty, just like the country children who saw the plane for the first time in a different world, innocent and happy.

The old man who is manipulating the eye of perspective has a smile, looks at the boy with a kind eye, and tries to adjust the angle of the perspective of the eye to make the boy see more clearly. This old man is the president of the Xiongguang Imperial Magic Guild, after the increase of Green, the great magician Angmanqi.

Behind the boy, standing two knights, the knight on the left is a middle-aged man. He has a little relationship with Han Jin. When Han entered the male empire for the first time, he was chased by the knight, the dragon knight. Ferragon is also the chief of the guard under Nikolai. Standing on the right is the deputy of Ferragon, who has served as the dragon knight of the messenger twice.

Ferragon's face is very calm, the ancient well is not wave, no one can guess what he is thinking, and Dick's eyes are full of sorrow, because I have seen Han Jin, I have also seen the strong people of the Holy City, and even more Seeing the attitude of Geng Green to Han Jin, he agreed with Nikolay’s judgment. Unfortunately, the decision-making power was not in his hands, nor in the hands of Nikolay. Since Nikola’s retreat, he was in front of him. The young man has become the king of innocence, and he can only obey orders.

Just as the old man adjusted the perspective of the perspective of the eye, a figure appeared quietly behind them, and the shadow drawn by the sunset stretched from the two dragon knights, shrouded in the boy, also in perspective The eyes were covered with a dark color.

The old man realized that something was wrong, and his eyes were sweeping. He was seeing a young man standing quietly behind the chair, less than three meters away from the two dragon knights.

I don't need to think carefully. I can avoid the inductive feelings of several strong people in a mysterious way. Who can do it all over the continent?

Angmanchi’s face has become iron blue, and the slightly trembling fingertips can no longer sustain the operation of the perspective of the eye. The next moment, the perspective of the eye is broken like a mirror falling to the ground.

The boy’s eyes flashed a bit, then sighed and suddenly asked: “Angmanchi, why do they have to kill each other? Are everyone happy and happy?”

"They..." Angmanchi did not know whether he was answering this naive question first, or questioning the origins and purposes of the young man. Although both are in the category of nonsense, he should always do something.

Dick turned around a little. When he saw Hanjin, he couldn't help but lean back. Then he stepped back a few steps. He felt that the chest suddenly appeared like a huge stone, almost pressing him unable to breathe. .

Ferragon's reaction was very calm, his right hand stalked a little, holding his hilt tightly, and two flames in his eyes slowly ignited.

The boy also turned around and looked at Han Jin with a pair of curious eyes: "Yeah... Come on, big brother, hello."

"Little guy, do you still know me?" Han Jin smiled, no matter how smart Nikolai's son was. After all, he was there, although he could control his expression very well, but he was hanging there, slightly trembling toes. And the stiff neck, which highlights his true feelings.

"Big brother, have you seen me?" the boy asked in amazement, and then said: "Big brother, you are so beautiful!"

"To praise a man, you shouldn't use it beautifully." Han Jin said with a smile: "For something else, for example, handsome, handsome, I like to listen."

"Yes? I remember, oh..." The boy opened his mouth and smiled.

Han Jin took a step forward. Ferragon and Dick were together like an electric shock, keeping the boy behind him.

"Don't be nervous." Han Jin whispered, his eyes crossed the front of a few people, and he plunged into the fog of the distant elements. For a moment, he slowly said: "Fan Luding's discourage only ends here. Do you believe it? Even if Give him thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, he will not make any progress."

Several people from Angmanchi looked at each other. They didn't understand why they suddenly mentioned the black dragon king Van Luding, and they didn't know how to answer it.

"Nikkor is much better than Van Luding." Han Jin smiled: "Three years... maybe too short, but if you give him more time, he really has the potential to break through the final barrier. Because he has a heart that is brave and fearless."

"Big brother, are you complimenting my father? Ha... thank you!" The boy’s head squeezed out between Ferragon and Dick, smiling.

"Unfortunately..." Han Jin looked at the boy with a slightly weird look: "You ruined him."

"I?" Perhaps the self-control has reached the limit, and the teenager's smile has become a little stubborn.

"I can sense that Nikolay is sprinting here at full speed." Han Jin whispered: "He should know that now is not the time to fight with me, but he has no choice, in order to Cui Linda before his death. In order to assume the responsibility of a father, he must come."

"Big brother, I don't understand what you are saying." The boy squinted hard.

Ticking... Ticking... A drop of blood dripped down the handle of the chair and infiltrated into the grass. The boy’s two-finger tip squirmed and squirmed on the handle, and the broken nail had pierced his finger. Deep in the tip, however, he does not seem to feel pain, or because another pain is more torment, so he ignored his fingers.

"It is impossible to do things by small cleverness." Han Jin said faintly: "Nikolay is a good father, but you are not a good son."