Shen Yin Wang Zuo

Dragon Haochen turned his head towards Zhang and let it go. “Brother Zhang, if you can't do something later, you will start the dream gem to leave, we have our own way to leave. ”

Zhang placed a nod. Looking at the look of the dragon in the morning, he knew that the young dragon leader was already bamboo-breasted, at least he had figured out his way back. It's a secret he won't ask.

Looking at the battle below, Dragon Hao's eyes grew heavier and heavier. After many fantasy paradise beasts were amplified by the tears of the night, one power surged, and some of the beasts directly broke through to the eighth level, which is the equivalent of the seven strong men of mankind. Though most of them had only combat instincts, hundreds of warcraft besieged eight people and were extremely fierce.

But in this case, the battle is still like a meat grinder.

Among the eight demons, Abao is in the front center, his fighting style is simple and straightforward, the beast attacked him and he did not hide at all, directly attacked him with a direct attack, each beast is hard to escape the torn fate in front of him. At the same time, he blocked most of the frontal attacks with his own strength, just like Dragon Hatsune's role in the team.

Around him are two demons of very strong stature, who look a bit like, not human, look a bit like a dragon, but are much smaller in shape, both about two meters and five feet tall, with a long tail behind them.

However, being smaller than Dillon does not mean that they are less powerful than Dillon. On the contrary, the two guys who attack in a completely flesh-pull form don't look much worse than Po. Crude forelimbs, and their huge blunt horn mouths, are all lethal weapons. Each black scale is extremely defensive.

Just the three of them blocked all the positive attacks.

Behind the eight, there were also three melee wars, of which Cold Shinobi was at the core. Left and right of Cold Shinobi are also some kind of mutant warcraft-like demonic race, one with a strong body, like a giant bear. Dark yellow light continued to shine on his body, and whenever there were many warcraft impacted, he stamped the ground, emitting a strong wave of shock, and the earth continued to crack under his bombardment.

On the other side of Cold Shinobi is a Lion-headed Demonic Powerful and extremely defensive.

Moon and night and another demonic woman in the middle. Unleash their magic. At the heart of the team is Po, but the conductor is Moon and Night. The sceptre in her hand has been replaced with a dark purple color, with intense magic fluctuations that continue to spread, inflicting amplification magic on other demons while constantly filling loopholes.

The other demonic woman beside her was dressed in red and looked no different from humans, except that her body was much hotter. Wearing a scaly soft coat, she was held up by her full-bodied body, her chest was full like two watermelons, her waist was very thin, and her buttocks were very sharp. This body cannot grow in any way.

With two coral-like canes in her hand, the woman swayed her figure between actions, and a dark red light continued to be emitted from her pair of canes. Anything hit by the Beast will be hit extremely hard and very aggressive. It's just that her attacks are monomeric and no mass offensive magic has appeared.

The cooperation of the eight men was absolutely inconsistent and obviously very brief, but there were no loopholes in the movement of the moon and night. Even if they did, they made up for it with their own strength.

Through this period of observation, Dragon Hao discovered the mysteries among them. Apart from the moon and night and the red-haired woman's lack of clarity, the spiritual power of the other demons must be quite strong, so they can stay out of the wind under the attack of many warcrafts.

Without the command of the Little Tears of the Night, the attack of the Warcraft gradually became chaotic, but the mad attack will definitely cause crowding, the lack of the warcraft army of the brain, to be constantly pushed forward by the eight demons, no matter how crazy they are, they cannot stop these demons from moving forward.

Dragon Hao was still standing there, his eyes dropped on the moon and night from time to time. If he commands the Beast, he may still be able to block the enemy, as he did before, but he cannot. All he can do now is rely on the ground and wait for the Demonic Powers to rush in.

One hour is quite a long time, and these demonic powerful people, acting as the halo of Abao, do not seem to feel tired at all, and step forward constantly as the battalion. Every step further, there will be a lot of broken corpses of warcraft mixed with blood and scattered guts.

After the night tears were sealed by the Great Prophecy, the number of warcraft coming from all sides was clearly decreasing. This is also very negative news.

Tse quietly came to the Dragon Hao Chen and whispered: “Want to? ”

Though she didn't say it clearly, Dragon Hao Chen understood what she meant, shook her head gently and said: "Not now. ”

Tse nodded and said nothing more.

Dragon Hao turned to look at Han Yu and gave him a gesture.

Han Yu immediately agreed, standing next to the dragon in the morning, slowly sang the spell. Meanwhile, Athens behind the dragon's morning began to sing.

By then, the eight demons had gradually advanced beneath the small mountain bag, just over a hundred meters from the top of the mountain. Of course, as they advance, the warcraft attack becomes even crazier, with tears on it at night, and they never retreat, even at the cost of their lives.

A light golden halo spreads from the mountain bag to the battlefield.

Moistened by this golden light, the wounds on the warcraft were healed at short notice, increasing by a few points.

Immediately afterwards, a more intense golden light swept down, and more warcraft received deep healing. Sudden reinforcements made the Fantasy Paradise Warcraft hordes even more fierce. The forward rush of the eight demons is also a lag.

These two magics are naturally released by Long Hao Chen and Han Yu. Dragon Hawk doesn't treat magic in groups, but Athens does! Although Athens cannot use magic directly, she can use it through the Dragon's Morning after completing the spell.

Ever since they saw the tears of the night, they seem to have become part of the Paradise of Dreams, with the full support of Paradise of Dreams. In this case, people regain their spiritual power much faster.

Dragon Hao Chen turned around and called Chen Cher to his side, whispering a few words.

Chen Cher nodded after a brief standstill. Watching the dragon dawn also became a little more unusual.

Sima Xian and Wang Yuan have arrived by this time to prepare for battle. Hundreds of meters doesn't look short, but it's probably just a few sprints in front of the strong.

One way of healing magic began to fall from the top of the mountain, and the beasts were supported not only by the healing of the wounds, but also by the gradual calming of their scattered hearts. Therapeutic magic appeared at the top of the mountain, which meant that the tears were fine at night. As long as their main bones remain, they are not afraid of these powerful enemies in front of them.

“Tell them in a language they can understand," Long Hao Chen told Atta. "The tears at night are only temporarily sealed. It takes time to wake up and delay at least an hour. ”

Athens nodded softly and flew to the Dragon Hawk. What did she say? Her voice came out far under the action of light elements.

Hearing Athens' voice, the herd of warcraft burst into a loud roar, and they all seemed angry. The tears of the night are sealed by these enemies. It's a shame and a great disgrace to them! Suddenly, morale grew high again, and with the healing magic of the mountains, the warcraft attacked like a stroke.

Dragon Hao Chen didn't expect to command these beasts with the help of Athens. But obviously this will not do much good. Because he was unfamiliar with these beasts, didn't know what each beast was good at, couldn't name them, and if he did, the herd of beasts might become more chaotic. So all he can do is treat the beasts and raise their morale.

Chen Cher, on the other hand, did not know when she had sat on the floor on her knees, and McDull's piglet crawled on her lap, and each beast was communicating with each other. Immediately afterwards, Chen Cherry took out several large magic crystals and placed them in front of McDull's piglet.

McDull seemed a little scared, but soon it decided, encouraged by Chen Cherry, to swallow the seven-degree crystals into his stomach and close his eyes.

Zhang Fangfang also joined the line of treatment. His therapeutic magic is less honest than Han Yu's. After all, he has a full-time pastor in his team. As a guardian knight, he does not need to put too much thought into treatment. However, after all, he is a strong six-stage peak, simple large-scale recovery surgery will still be available, group therapy is not possible, and monomers are always possible. One of his major recovery techniques has always fallen on the more severely wounded warcraft. Combined with the treatment of the group of Atta Ting and Han Yu, it gives an auxiliary role to the Warcraft herd.

With their help and inspired by the news that the tears of the night were sealed, the beasts were raw to contain the steps of the eight demons. Especially their group therapeutic skills, which can all be light systems, fall on the demons and attack magic is no different. Although it cannot really hurt these demons, weakening Abao's dark skills, which can amplify all his peers, is effective.

Dragon Hao glanced up at the sky and looked at the tears of the night around him. Confidence in his heart became a little stronger.

This is not the first time he has commanded a battle, or even a war, but this time it is clearly the most dangerous. It's hard to tell how long they'll be able to resist once Po's eight come up. At least for now, they are not strong enough to last too long.

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