Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 445
Profiling is a magical ability. If the world is an RPG game, then Chen Motong, who has the ability of profiling, is probably an evil boss with a sensing point of 99.

This ability swelled her observation ability to an exaggerated level, and she could tell from the wrinkles on the teacher's clothes whether the teacher was playing alone at home last night, or brought two women to the hotel to be happy.

But there is always a price for everything. The high induction brought about the miracle of profiling, and it also made it extremely easy for Chen Motong to fall into the state of spiritual vision.

Fortunately, even in Kassel, there are not many opportunities to meet dragons, and there are almost no side effects of this skill in daily life, but now, on this former ancient battlefield, Chen Motong saw himself for the first time. The terror of ability.

The damp and cold smell in the air, the smell of decayed ancient wood, the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the valley, and the sunlight pouring in from a ray of sky all rushed into her spirit like a chaotic drawing board of an art student, All kinds of sounds, colors, and tastes are mixed together to form a chaotic rope.

Chen Motong grabbed the rope and let the rope take her through the river of time that could not be traced back. When she looked up in a daze, what she saw was the horseshoe of death stepping across thousands of miles of green mountains.

The Mongols, the Miao people in the mountains, and the Song people in the Central Plains are three different kinds of people, but they are all passing away in Chen Motong's eyes.

The killing spread in all directions, every human being was blinded by killing, and regardless of the pain on their bodies, they sent knives and guns into each other's bodies.

In the center of the collision, there are three teams of well-equipped warriors. They wear different styles of armor, hold exaggeratedly large weapons, and their eyes are burning with golden flames. The flames burn their lives and turn into various forms. The power to hit the enemy in front of you.

This was an extremely tragic three-party melee. The ability of profiling brought Chen Motong back to the past war. The Song people in iron armor and the Miao people in rattan armor seemed to be a team, united against each other. Mongols in leather armor.

The three teams of mixed races at the center of the collision also belonged to three different factions. The Miao girl wearing a silver ornament threw a fireball and attacked the opposite Mongolian mixed race whose body glowed with bronze. It was the violent wind that fell from the sky, tearing the opponent's skin.

"The King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Earth and Mountain, and...the King of Sky and Wind?" Chen Motong was a little confused. He originally thought it was a battle between the Fire King's family and the Mountain King, but he didn't expect to return. There is a force that is obstructing it.

The mixed races confronted each other, and then seemed to have reached some kind of agreement, and began to attack the ordinary people around them, but Chen Motong knew that they just wanted to fight freely, so they started to clear the field.

The ordinary people's battle ended quickly, and the corpses covered the land in the valley. Afterwards, the mixed races looked at each other, as if they were waiting for a certain force to make a move first.

The half-breeds who took refuge in the dragon clan were just appetizers for the battle of the dragon king's forces. Chen Motong watched all this. Suddenly, the forces of the Song people moved. The scholar in blue clothes took out a jade gate from his arms, and the surrounding people People were startled suddenly, and immediately, the scholar threw the jade gate to his feet.

This movement seemed to be the signal for the beginning. Miao Renfang took out the bronze pot with geometric patterns, and the Mongols took out the wooden box with gold lines. An indescribable depression began to spread in the valley.

White silk threads slowly emerged from the jade gate and wrapped around the scholar's body. He laughed loudly, and was immediately wrapped into a giant cocoon by the white silk threads.

The same thing happened in the three forces at the same time. White silk threads spread across the ground. The dead bodies of ordinary people were swallowed up and turned into nutrients and flowed into the three cocoons that had just appeared. The mixed races showed fanatic expressions. Immediately, in this valley, the sound of a heartbeat appeared.

The dragon clan hidden in the cocoon began to slowly recover. In this human world, the past rulers were sleeping in the cocoon, waiting to wake up one day.

Now, the three-headed dragon woke up in this border valley, scratching the hardened white silk thread with its thin arms, and its six eyes stared at the enemy in front of each other.

In the camp of kings of the earth and the mountain, a dragon over three meters tall came out of the cocoon, with an appearance that was almost the same as that of a human, with a khaki-yellow skin and a pair of disproportionately small wings tucked behind its back.

The dragons of the Bronze and Fire King camp looked more traditional, with two wings and four legs, and a slender head and tail, which together were five meters long.

As for the King of Sky and Wind, he is a young man with a snake tail and wings with feathers on his back. The three dragons are different, but the moment they see each other...

They move!

The battles of the Dragon Clan always start with the words spirit, the ground thorns fly out from the surrounding rocks, fireballs and explosions cover the bottom of the valley, the breeze blows, but it is as sharp as a bone-scraping steel knife.

Just a face-to-face meeting, half of the mixed races in the field were killed or injured.

This is a war between gods and men, and the mixed races can only be regarded as mortals here.

Chen Motong, who was on the sidelines, was bleeding from all five sense organs, and his profiling ability was out of control, pulling her to travel uncontrollably through time and space.

The originally clear scene became distorted and hideous. The body of the three-headed dragon fluctuated from height to height, majestic like a giant god for a while, and tiny like an insect for a while.

The impact of the battle caused Chen Motong's body to fall sideways. The three dragons seemed to fuse together and turned into chimera-like monsters, biting each other in the sky. She watched the mountain collapse and repaired it seven times, until a sound Hong Zhong Dalu's roar woke her up.

"Master!" The dragon clan of the king of the earth and the mountain roared and landed. The pair of small wings on his back had been torn off. He was covered in bruises and fell to the ground panting. Immediately, he began to trace something on the earth with his own blood. thing.

That is the alchemy matrix. This dragon is using itself as a material to refine something.

The other two dragons in the sky rushed towards him, but it was already too late, the space twisted and turned into a black hole, and two lights brighter than the sun came out of the black hole, and the dragons screamed in pain for the remaining two days , turned into a giant white cocoon in that terrifying gaze.

"Nibelungen..." Chen Motong blurted out a few words: "The king of the earth and the mountain..."

Immediately, she woke up, and found herself kneeling on the ground with disheveled hair, blood dripping from her fingers, and an alchemy pattern had been drawn on the rock below her.

"Nuo Nuo, are you okay?" Su Qian asked worriedly, but saw Chen Motong's face change drastically.

"Go, let's go!"

The alchemy matrix emitted a faint light, and the surrounding space began to distort, and something was about to come out.

(End of this chapter)