The Defeated Dragon

Muddy Dog, King of Thorn Ridge, Powerful Lower Warcraft.

Probably related to Jetson's blood —— Jetson's mother is dead, but her father, probably the one in front of her.

Although it may be relatives, it does not prevent Jessen from launching an offensive at Lester's command.

Magic spits out of its mouth, crosses spatial barrier, and gathers accurately at the target site to form the rock spur, the magic of earthly properties.

HULA!

The rock pierced the ground beneath the belly of the muddy dog, almost stabbing the muddy dog in a pair. The dirt dog quickly slipped away, avoided the rock prick, and moved cleverly, trying harder to avoid the four arrows that shot at it. Then adjust your posture and flush again towards the knight.

Get a wheezing machine from the knight, ready to defend and hold the knight's round shield in front of you.

But he heard the Lord's drunkenness in his ear: "Zackley, roll!” The body could not help but fall to one side and roll two laps on the mud, as the voice commanded.

In the Knights training course, Marcus has repeatedly and repeatedly instilled in them the idea of "lord over lord” in their brainwashing, absolutely obeying lord's orders. So Zackley doesn't need any brain thinking at all, and his body has created a conditional reflex, acting on Lester's orders.

This time, obeying orders saved his life.

In his original position, a large rock spur came out of the ground empty-handed. If Zackley doesn't hide, this rock prick will stick hard into his body, possibly from a key area.

Cold sweating and cold sweating.

Zackley swallowed a hard spit and was more thankful to remind his lord. However, there was not much time to give him gratitude. When the dirt dog failed to hit him, he jumped at him again and seemed to have recognized him. He had to bite him to kill him before he could rest.

“My lord, you shoot arrows, I strike! ”

Marcus shouted loudly when he saw that bows and arrows didn't hit dirt dogs.

Lester had no problem with such an instruction - at this moment he was a perfectly qualified archer, and standing in the rear row output was the hard line.

Besides, he also directs Shamson to release the magic and is responsible for reminding the knights to hide from the Rock Spurs.

The task is heavy.

In the chaos of the battle scene there was order, the dirt dog was fierce, the rock prick was gone, but under Lester's magic eyes, it did nothing. Apart from scratching an inescapable cavalier from the knight, several other rock pricks did not achieve any results.

Around ten minutes of spinning.

The magic of a mound-dog has fallen to a low point, and based on the experience of Shakespeare releasing his magic every day, Lester understands that this mound-dog will have difficulty releasing rock pricks in a short period of time.

He suddenly pulled out the Red Blood Sword: "Strike, kill it! ”

Under the seat, the dragon horse raised his head high and ran to the muddy dog surrounded by nowhere to escape. Jessen also followed suit, and he didn't know what kind of mutilation was, and Lester's orders were his code of conduct.

Two Earth Knights.

Ten Knights Apprentice plus two Miscellaneous.

Fourteen men besieged a magically depleted muddy dog, and the end was doomed. All knights practiced the knockout plot and stood firmly in their position, eventually facing Marcus hard and Lester took the blade.

“Fire Dragon Diamond Heart! ”

The Red Blood Sword accompanies the Fire Dragon Diamond in its ultimate sense. It has a unique momentum and will completely cover the muddy dog whose retreat has been cut off. The flames burned in the sky, and that was Lester's blast fight.

Áo wū

The dirt dog screamed continuously.

King of Thorn Ridge, under the hunt of mankind, can only drink and hate.

“It didn't take much effort, so it went down.” Lister calmly put away the Red Blood Sword and waited for the flames to go out, looking at the beast he had killed with his own hands, what a tragic decline it was.

But just when people are a little loose.

The flame will scatter and a scorched black shadow will rush out of it, rushing out of the loose encirclement. Hershey was supposed to have been beaten to death by Lister. He was already scarred and even had a faint barbecue taste, but still had the ability to run.

“Pursuit! ”

When the fat in his mouth ran away, Lister couldn't stand it.

The knight squad couldn't clean up the barbecue stall and chased them all out. Shakespeare is a dog in the lead, chasing scorched dirt dogs.

“My lord, be careful, you may encounter other warcraft.” Marcus was in a very gloomy mood, "he thought, a muddy dog, so difficult to deal with, he fled. It's also my carelessness, I can't relax at all until I'm certain the beast is dead, they are cunning! ”

“The warcraft is indeed cunning, but it cannot live, and its body is burning!” Lester's momentum remains high and unaffected.

Indeed, on the battlefield, he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and was accustomed to hiding behind him.

But once you admit one thing, you have to do everything in your power to say that hunting a thug will never give it any respite.

With Magic Eye, he can already see when the Beast will unleash magic, which equates to the fact that there is no more lethal magic in the face of the Beast.

No magic beast, no beast!

Thorn Wood, he's got Lister everywhere!

A moment later.

The runaway muddy dog finally stopped running, stopping in front of a plant, gasping for air and bleeding from the burning wound. Looking at the trembling Sen and the large number of knights behind him, he seemed to have made a decision, shifting his eyes to a golden yellow fist with a large fruit tied to the branches of the plant.

As soon as your body leaps, eat the golden yellow fruit.

However, the sharp sound of emptiness came from behind itself, and the next moment, the muddy dog felt his body was driven only by a force, and he jumped half a metre further. The dog's mouth rubbed the golden yellow fruit, bit an empty spot, landed, the pain hit his whole body, it couldn't hold on any longer.

Dead.

Not far behind, Lester let go of the bow and arrow and relieved himself.

“Good animal, really able to run… luckily arrived in time. ”

Magic Eye has discovered that the Magic Condensed Fruit, the Blood Fruit, is obviously immature. If it is eaten by the Muddy Dog at this time, it is a waste.

Next to the body of the dead muddy dog, Shivering Sen squatted down and a pair of dogs stared at the golden yellow fruit, drooling like a waterfall.

It also feels the appeal of blood fruit.

“Shakespeare, shut up!” Lister shouted and would rush back to Shivering Sen, the blood-blooded fruit.

“Whoa, whoa!” Jetson immediately shook his tail at Lester and constantly looked at the golden fruit, apparently greeting Lester and hoping to eat the blood fruit.

“Don't be impatient, it's not ripe.” Lester turned his horse down and looked around to make sure there were no other warcraft before shifting his eyes to the blood fruits.

Unknown plants, probably belonging to some fern.

It produces a golden yellow blood fruit alone, which is somewhat sudden.

The fruit is very beautiful and full of rolls, in addition to the brilliant golden colour, there is a slight crystalline texture underneath the skin. There is no scent, no signs of magic coming out, but in the Magic Eye view, there is heavy magic inside.

It almost reaches the solidification state.

“Is this... blood fruit?” Marcus, who had packed up the bodies of the muddy dogs and examined the terrain around them, came to Lister and immediately shouted in low voice.