Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1749 Your sword has changed
"Uncle, listen to my advice from the younger generation, you go back, now that the season is getting warmer, it is a good time to cultivate in the snowy area of ​​Ston, don't delay the time, His Majesty the Emperor is kind, you can let the past go."

Bahn seemed to be kind and sincere, and persuaded Buwanga and the others not to stay in the empire's territory anymore, otherwise there would be big problems.

"You say let the past go...heh..." Buvanga's resolute and upright face suddenly twitched a few times, his beast-like eyes stared at Bahn fiercely, "My Bantu tribe was betrayed by the empire and attacked Shatley. Tens of thousands of innocent clansmen buried their bones with hatred, who are you letting the past go? Barn, you have changed."

It was the first time that Rabina saw the patriarch so angry, he was like an angry lion, the trees trembling with anger, his roaring blood was burning like a furnace, startled the horses under Baan's seat .

The two major shame and heart disease of the Bantu tribe, the ice dragon Scassa, and the treachery of the Delos Empire.

"Human, it is inevitable that you will grow up with age, but I still respect you very much, uncle. In the cave of mourning, you are the only one who is not disturbed by Sherlock's spirit."

Bahn slowly put away his hippie smile. The uncle has worked hard in the snow mountain for these years, and it seems that he has made great progress, and he has stepped into the realm of legend.

Moreover, the Bantu tribe has the blessing of the mysterious beast god, which is a very unstable factor. Buvanga's current strength must be stronger than the average legendary powerhouse.

"Yeah, at that time, you were also a young boy with justice and enthusiasm. You were not afraid of the apostles, which really impressed me. Even if you became an imperial nobleman later, I just think that everyone has his own ambitions and is young and arrogant. , it’s normal to want to be the center of attention.”

After that, there was a period of cold and numb staring at each other. The friendship of the [-] sword master era in the past completely collapsed and disappeared at this moment, completely clean.

"Uncle, the strong are still respected in this world. It is far easier to change the old order than to establish a new order. It is better to repair a ship than to cut wood to make it. There is really no sense of sacrifice. necessary."

"Hehe, but this ship has been eaten away by moths. The bottom of the ship is full of corpses. It is sailing in a sea of ​​blood. It is useless to talk more. Pull out your sword and take a closer look to see if it is still your ideal."

Bahn led the most elite Royal Knights in the empire, while Buvanga had the ambition to fall into the battle and believed that there was no life but death, so it was impossible for him to retreat easily.

The two sword masters who used to be friends and were both well-known in the continent of Arad, the blunt weapon totem that can lift weights lightly, and the flexible and narrow dagger suddenly faced each other coldly, and started a fierce fight.

Buvanga burst into the air and burst a large piece of soil, turned around to block Jian Wu's fierce attack, feeling a little sad in his heart, feeling right, Bane's sword had changed.

In the past, Baan's sword was a sword used by adventurers. The person holding the sword would help the weak. His sword symbolized a series of beautiful words such as freedom, ideals, and peace.

Now Bahn's sword is purely to protect the emperor, carrying the glory and wealth, and stained with the blood of an unknown number of people. The reason why Bahn wields the sword has changed.

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Surrounded by death gas, the giant dragon Mauletus has cast a new shadow of death on the bloody battlefield. For a long time, various experimental poisons have been injected into its body by the empire, and it has mutated with flesh and blood. A single drop of blood can pollute a pure lake.

Unlike giant dragons such as Astra, Mauretus does not have a pair of dragon wings behind it. Its flying wings are located at the elbows of its forelimbs. The overall appearance is a bit like pterosaurs in ancient times.

The relatively special body structure limits Mauretus' melee combat ability, and is replaced by a stronger dragon's breath breath, and its thick and powerful wings can roll up howling winds.

Opening his bloody mouth wide, a thick and highly toxic fog fell to the center of the battlefield, and began to spread rapidly regardless of enemy or friend. Soldiers who touched the poisonous fog had pus on their skin in just a few breaths, and then the respiratory tract was like After drinking the boiling oil, he could only die in agony.

In just 1 minute, a large living person was rotted into a pool of pus, and the armor made of metal was corroded and pitted, and the toxicity was very violent.

"Damn it, why is this giant dragon out of control? Its heart is still in our hands." The magic warrior secretly commanding Mauletus was sweating on his forehead. The poisonous dragon was originally used to attack the Bantus. Barbarians, but His Excellency Barn suddenly changed his mind temporarily and decided to go meet Uncle Buvanga by himself for a while.

"They are all human beings. There is no difference in my eyes. They all deserve to die." Mauretus wantonly vented his grievance and anger for hundreds of years. His heart was taken out as a bargaining chip limit, and he was treated as an endless humiliation of an experimental subject.

The violent poisonous gas spread like a mist on the battlefield, covering a radius of one kilometer in a short time, causing terrifying damage, and many soldiers couldn't even cry out.

The eldest prince was furious, and swung his sword at the evil dragon. The sword's light soared, like a rainbow hanging down, tearing a deep bone wound on his abdomen.

But not only did not stop the attack of the poisonous dragon Mauletus, but caused the poisonous blood to fall, polluting a large area of ​​air and land.

Worst of all, before the battle, the leader of the empire's legion, in order to boost morale, announced that a tamed dragon would come to help and destroy the rebels.

It's all right now, the ground is in a mess, and the dragon is killing wantonly when it is out of control, or it just doesn't want to die.

The battlefield of fierce fighting has changed because of the appearance of Mauletus. The empire has weapons dedicated to hunting dragons, but now it is too late to prepare, and it can only watch it wreak havoc.

Death in the hands of the enemy is easy to say, but death in the hands of one's own dragon is completely useless, and the war was temporarily suspended unexpectedly.

And it would be fine if it was another giant dragon, but Mauletus has certain immortality characteristics, so he is very difficult to deal with. The wound caused by the First Prince has begun to heal visible to the naked eye.

"If you don't stop it from running wild, at least half of the soldiers may die, that is, more than [-], and the follow-up is still uncertain. The empire is playing with fire and setting itself on fire." Hiat shrugged, and then looked at Sophie.

Poison is indeed a kind of power with extreme upper and lower limits. Its use conditions are very simple, but the requirements for "poison" itself are extremely high.

For example, where the apostle Di Ruiji lay down at will, without using it, there would be a place of death.

Sophie didn't have time to take care of it, and was holding Astra tightly. When this guy saw something huge in front of him showing his might, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to fight.

But when Astra and Old Pi were fighting, unfortunately, they were poisoned, and their scales almost fell off. Sophie was a little afraid of the "poison" attribute, and didn't want him to make do with it.

She could also hear Mauretus' last dragon language pleading for help. He was really an embarrassing guy. Because of his own immortality, he couldn't even commit suicide, he couldn't survive, he couldn't die.

Just when Mauretus looked like the afterglow of dying, an ice-blue dragon shadow suddenly flashed across the distant sky, and the beautiful scales refracted colorful halos in the sun at a very fast speed.

It was surrounded by a strong blizzard, and it opened its mouth to spit out a violent cold current of crushed ice. The temperature on the battlefield dropped sharply, and the viscous blood instantly froze into scarlet icicles.

Mauretus even turned into a mass of ice, falling from the sky to the depths of the desert, still maintaining the appearance when he was breathing.

"Are you an undead dragon similar to Spitz?" Xiaobing's spiritual consciousness fluctuated and passed on, saying that it is the most embarrassing dragon of the dragon clan seems to be right.

"My weakness lies in the heart, far inferior to Mr. Spitz. In addition, you are..."

The beautiful and elegant Ice Crystal Dragon has no ferocious bone spurs or fangs. Whether it is limbs or body, it is full of the streamlined beauty of the dragon.

Hess, Scassa, Spitz, the three dragons were created together, and there are followers of impure blood, there is almost no time difference.

But Mauretus doesn't remember whether he lives or dies. The tyrannosaurus king Bakar once made such a beautiful and elegant fairy dragon~ Could it be the second generation of a certain dragon?

Xiaobing suddenly raised his dragon claws and smashed the ice sculpture of Mauletus with a slap. The huge dragon body inside was also torn apart, and the blood was frozen into ice slag.

It can't tell the other party that I am Skasa, and now I am Xiaobing, who was turned into a female dragon by Tana.

The appearance of the mysterious ice dragon suddenly brought the battlefield to a stalemate. Should they continue to turn their heads and fight, or should they separate.

Xiaobing suddenly turned her head and stared at one direction. There was a three-meter-long, black and breathtaking arrow that was accumulating strength. Someone wanted to hunt it secretly.

bang~
The wind and snow mixed with crushed ice turned that area into a field of ice crystals, and all the soldiers of the empire turned into ice sculptures with frozen expressions. The appearance was still vivid, but the flesh and blood inside had long been frozen into ice slag.

A middle-aged centurion's hair stood on end, and his scalp was about to explode. He remembered that the reason why the second battle of Snow Color was a loss for both sides, and the reason why the empire failed to wipe out the Bantu tribe in one go, was because of the ice dragon. reason.

The most elite imperial army, with about 2 people, defeated the Bantu tribe, armed with powerful dragon-hunting weapons, and prepared to wipe out the ice dragon Scassa entrenched in Kannak Mountain.

Every giant dragon is an unimaginable wealth.

However, a terrible nightmare happened. The ice dragon that could call the wind and snow became stronger under the blessing of the environment of the snow mountain for thousands of years, and easily buried the imperial army.

If you dig down near Kanner Mountain, you might find the corpses and weapons of the Imperial Army.

(End of this chapter)