Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

According to Ugarte, the firedragon has been living in the depths of the forbidden forest.

Ivan can't help but cry out loud. Eight hundred years ago, in the dark ages, there were even terror monsters of the Fire Dragon level in the woods around Hogwarts.

He stared at the giant black dragon and wondered how the fallen horses tamed it. It was incredible.

The shadows of the dragon's giant body flashed through the air, and Ivan had to admit that they were too small to compare to a very fierce dragon.

This black fire dragon appears to be a hybrid of the Black Dragon and the Hungarian Tree Bee of the Hexidily Islands, and has their common features on it.

The dragon's body is about thirty feet long, black scales are rough and hard, with bronze barbs all over it, a small but sharp row of razor-sharp ridges on the back of the spine, and a hard arrow at the top of the tail that looks like a giant lizard.

It stirs the wings, rapidly passing over Ivan and Uggart's head.

Fire Dragon shouted in array at the horseman army behind him, sniffled in a whisper, and then, when no one responded, dived forwards, a flame gushed out of its open mouth with fangs, shooting at the horseman below.

It opens its vast mouth and swallows alive a horseman struggling to escape.

The horseman's torn body was thrown aside at will, and the black dragon landed on the floor, weighing several tons, making the entire earth vibrate. It stood with a back support body, its neck raised high and its mouth 50 feet from the floor.

Fire Dragon roared, lowered his head and sprayed a mushroom-like cloud of fire around him.

The horses fled, and an unfavourable bow could not even shoot through the fiery dragon's hard scales. It twisted, stomped its feet and swung wildly to both sides with a long, spiky tail, leaving traces of a dozen feet long pit slump on the hard ground.

“We have to retreat into the forest, and it's too much to go on.” Uggett said angrily, squeezing the long gun in his hand hard.

In front of them, a large number of corrupt horses turtle at the end of the only passage to the Temple of the Moon, and they seem to have decided to rely on favourable terrain to hold on to the Temple of the Moon.

As for the outside, let the mad dragon toss.

Considering the horror of what he had just seen, Ivan wanted to rush into the temple and stop the magic that was about to succeed before the evil gods had arrived.

But the situation in front of him forced him to evacuate with the army of the Horseman and continue forward, I'm afraid he hasn't attacked the temple yet, and will be torn apart by the fire dragon behind him.

Ivan and Uggart had just moved, and the Fire Dragon seemed to think of them, giving up pursuit of the horses fleeing around them and inciting their wings to fly back to them.

It sprays flames, turning all around into flaming oceans.

Heat waves roll in with golden ripples and are as hot as torches.

Ivan and Uggart were surrounded by a flame center with nowhere to escape, right in front of them, fierce dragons with huge mouths, those fierce yellow eyes staring at them dead, blackened, rough giant wings fully unfolded, rushing like a fighter.

“Shit!” Ugart shouted loudly and launched a fierce, inescapable, rushing towards a diving fire dragon, raising the long gun in his hand at high altitude.

The sharp long gun flashes a palpitating cold light and emits an outward tendency of oppression.

On Uggart's back, Ivan grips the wand, tightens his body, looks at the dragon's increasingly clear outline, looks at its sharp fangs, and doesn't want anything in his head.

He took a deep breath, eliminated accidents, completely and absolutely focused his thoughts, aimed at the frightening eyes of the Fire Dragon and waved the wand in his hand.

The dragon's eyes were the weakest part of his body, staggering past each other. Between moments, Ivan's eye curse struck the dragon and it closed its eyes painfully.

Fire dragons fell forward onto the floor, painfully rolling over, easily overwhelming a row of sturdy horseman cabins next to them like toys, the entire space vibrating.

Evan stunned for a moment and the eye curse was not as powerful.

The next second he saw that amazing wound on the Black Fire Dragon.

Ugart's attack broke through its hard, rough black scales, extending from the upper body to the left wing, with deep wounds and even visible bones in some places.

Evan seized the opportunity to swing the wand along this wound with the quickest possible speed.

He emitted five silver-white spells, like a bolt of lightning, each heavily chopped on the bones of a fire dragon.

As Ivan attacked, the dragon roared in shock, and a lot of dragon blood splattered out.

It rolls painfully on the ground, sprays wildly hot flames, golden yellow flames occupy the entire space, and even hard rocks are burned.

Under the combined attack of Ugart and Ivan, its left wing is considered completely obsolete, and even after treatment it will probably be difficult to fly again.

“Well done, humans! Uggart said frankly," This stupid guy has been taught a lesson this time, and we must evacuate now. ”

Ugart's right arm was broken by Fire Dragon's fangs during the fight, and he is now powerlessly pulling beside his body.

His body was shaking because of the excessive force.

Ugart's power is truly astonishing, completely beyond the congenital limits of the Horseman race, and it is no wonder that even eight hundred years later, his heroic legacy was circulated by his descendants.

It is well known that only the most powerful humans can defeat the Fire Dragon. Until then, Evan had never heard of a precedent where horses killed firecrackers.

Dragon's Scale Armor is very powerful in magic and defense, let alone ordinary physical attacks, and even the most powerful attack magic is hard to achieve.

Needless to say, Ugart's long gun is not a magic weapon, it is only the most common weapon, and its effectiveness depends entirely on his own strength.

Uggart withdrew with Ivan and the other horses to the middle of the woods outside the tribe, where the mad dragons kept rolling behind them.

It touches itself and destroys everything, and there's this guy stuck there, trying to get into the temple of the moon as hard as climbing.

Ivan was somewhat worried, not knowing what to do, that he might be able to fly in on a hippocampus, and he told Uggart that idea.

“Fly to the Temple of the Moon unless you want to be a target in the middle of the air.” Uggart frowned and said, "This idea is not feasible, except for the easy targeting of all flights over the temple, where the founders of the castle left behind powerful defensive magic. ”