The Defeated Dragon

Marcus understands the value of blood fruit - the great nobility is often willing to spend thousands of gold coins in exchange for a place where blood fruit grows.

If blood fruit is not at risk of failure, it is likely that the value will be calculated in dragon coins.

He was both excited and happy: “Fortunately, we started the action of clearing the Thorn Ridge Warcraft early. Otherwise, waiting for the blood fruit to mature, this tyrannical dog is likely to break through further and it will be harder to hunt. ”

That's why Lister had to clear Thorn Ridge early.

He reached out and touched the blood fruit, which unfortunately the fruit man could not eat: "Looks like this blood fruit will soon mature. The muddy dog wanted to take advantage of this fight, now it belongs to me. ”

“My lord, these treasures, when they mature, will surely lead to the beasts of Thorn Ridge. Those warcraft feel sharp, they must be around here, waiting for the blood fruit to mature. ”

“It's not exactly okay.” The Listering machine moves, "we can use the blood fruit as bait for pleasure and to design traps around. ”

“I'll lead the knight squad and set the trap!” Marcus exhilarated.

Before entering Thorn Hill, the Knight team was well prepared and carried many ropes, shovels and clips. The knight squad also learns a lot about the hunter's abilities - not only does the knight have to fight on the battlefield, enter the forest to hunt monsters, but the knight's daily work as well.

Marcus is an expert.

After all, he put down a lot of leads on some of the beasts' routes. These leads can't stop the beasts, but suddenly, they can very well obstruct the beast's movement.

Hunting, or relying on him and Lester to output.

It's evening time to do all the traps. In the meantime, Lester has been sitting next to the blood fruit, waiting for the blood fruit to mature.

At the same time, I was wondering whether the blood fruit was for Shakespeare or for Dragon Horse.

Jetson is a low-level warcraft, and after eating it, it may evolve into an intermediate warcraft, and of course, it may fail to evolve, but the explosion should not die.

The dragon horse is a dragon beast. After eating it, it may evolve into a lower dragon warcraft. It may also fail to evolve and even explode.

“Let's give it to Shaksen. The Dragon Horse is a very rare dragon breed beast, shouldering the heavy burden of breeding the Dragon Horse Cluster, and it cannot be lost.” After Lester weighed in, he decided to come down.

As for the other one in the castle, he ignored it directly.

The sun sets in the west.

The bonfire ignited again.

Lester took the dirt dog's front leg from the handover, wore it on a stick, and prepared the barbecue, which was his dinner. His physical qualities are stronger every day than every other day, and his temper is constantly rising. At this stage of the Knight of the Earth, the speed of progress, compared to ordinary Knight of the Earth, cannot be said in the same day.

For no other reason, good eating!

While cultivation depends on talent, it is essentially nutritional intake and utilization. If Tonton Beast meat, it's a pig, I'm afraid, and it can be stacked into a magic pig.

You can't even eat enough, even if you have super talent, you can't practice fighting.

“Woof woof!” Shaking Sen shouted at him, drooling, coveting the flesh of the beast in his hand.

Lister patted Jetson's head: “You can't eat this, it could be your father's meat, even if it's not your father, it could be your uncle, uncle... more or less relevant to you anyway.” Fathers and sons have been cruel enough to feed each other, and ethics is a concern that cannot be overcome.

So Shakespeare only gets one roasted rabbit.

Then he drooled and watched Lester cuddle his dirty dog legs and chew himself on a slender rabbit.

“Don't envy your good stuff here.” Lister pointed to the blood fruit, which is a major opportunity for Shakespeare, "and watched as the magic approached its essence, about to mature, probably only tonight. Shakespeare, sharp breeder, hopefully after tonight you will become an intermediate warcraft. ”

Intermediate Warcraft, comparable to Sky Knight.

And training a qualified warcraft can be on the battlefield. Having an intermediate warcraft equals having a Sky Knight as an obedience, or not having an ambitious obedience. As the owner of the Intermediate Warcraft, who seizes the power of war and has no disadvantage whatsoever, all he has to do is wait until he is promoted to the title.

“Can Shakespeare evolve?” Lester thought of it in his heart.

He can't be sure.

There are all kinds of powerful warcraft in the world, but on Coral Island, warcraft are basically all low-level, with only one purple sand crocodile. The Muddy Dog, known as King of Thorn Ridge, remains essentially a low-level warcraft. Whether to take the opportunity to rewrite a blood vein or fail to waste a blood vein fruit for nothing is hard to judge.

“Sir, would you like to take a break?” Marcus came back for a tour and asked.

“No, staying up once in a while is no big deal. ”

Time lapse.

The night grew deeper.

Apart from the occasional crackling of bonfires, the whole thorny ridge leaves only the wind and the unknown bugs, the noises of intermittent or small animals.

Jetson has crawled to Lister's feet, making a uniform snoring noise.

Lester leaned on the trunk, his spirit was still shaking, staring at the blood fruit. Once again, after a long time, Lester's gaze suddenly flashed and his spirit was one of shock: “Almost ripe, I can feel the magic coming out of the blood fruit, it has reached the critical point! ”

He kicked Kick Shakespeare and woke Shakespeare up.

Another shout from Marcus: "Teacher Marcus, the blood fruit is about to ripen, so that the knights can cheer up and be careful with possible warcraft! ”

“It's ripe.” Marcus looked serious and promptly informed the knight squad to be ready.

At this moment.

Blood fruit suddenly drops, a compelling scent and spreads quickly.

Mature!

Lester quickly picked up the blood fruit and stuffed it to Jitsun: "Eat it, Jitsun, eat it!” Blood fruit lasts only a few minutes, and some magic is lost when it is wasted, resulting in a significant reduction in the effect.

Jensen understands this is good stuff.

The dog opens his mouth and swallows the dates, swallowing the blood fruit into his stomach.

Meanwhile, Lester, the Magic Eye, has noticed several magical shadows around him, rapidly attacking: "Marcus, enemy attack! Warcraft, southeast, southwest, northwest! ”

pāpāpā!

Pātā!

The trap plays a role first, wrapping around the two beasts.

Marcus took the lead, rushing east toward a warcraft that was no stranger or a muddy dog! It turns out that the Thorn Ridge Muddy Dogs are not the only Shakers. A temporal wind attribute fighting violent output, the rear leg of the roped dirt dog, before it was deployed, was hit.

It immediately released the rock prick and forced Marcus to escape nervously, failing to kill the dirt dog for a while.

The beast in the southwestern direction was also roped.

Several attackers roared from the knight.

Lester pulled out the red blood sword and took a look at the beast, which was wild pig shaped. In Thorn Ridge, there was only one wild pig shaped beast, which had attacked the thundertooth wild pig in Flower Town in the winter. This is a lightning beast, and the teeth release the lightning magic —— lightning strike flashes.

Thunderbolt!

The Thundertooth boar did not hesitate to release the thunderbolt and a lightning bolt lit up the forest.

“Stand back! Come closer, Shield! Put your sword in!” Lister gave five commands in one breath, retreating reflexively from the conditions of the knights, pulling them together, supporting the shield and sticking the long sword on the ground, releasing his fighting temper and attaching it to the knight's round shield.

Boom!

Lightning was like a whip, struck on a knight's shield, and suddenly bounced off two of the knights.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

Two screams.