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Chapter 396 The Death of the Dragon
The green dragon slowly fell to the ground in a daze, and Cromwell also suddenly released his holy pressure, and then continued to cast spells, and a huge tornado slowly formed around him.

The harpies screamed in shock and flapped their wings in a panic to avoid a plane crash under the coercion of the Holy Order. Before they could recover, Cromwell had already flown over with a tornado.

At the same time, Cromwell waved off the Feather Falling Technique from the green dragon, and the green dragon sank to the ground.

Cromwell flew over the green dragon, and the tornado rattled the forest below him, and the large group of harpies had to retreat to avoid the tornado's turbulent air flow.

As a wind master, Cromwell's control over the wind is perfect. Although the wind of the tornado seems to be so strong that even the harpies dare not approach, the tornado did not blow the green dragon off the ground.

When Cromwell flew directly over the green dragon, there was no wind in the center of the tornado, which calmed down the falling leaves.

The bruised and bruised green dragon raised his head with difficulty. When Cromwell's skinny figure was reflected in the huge dragon's eyes, the green dragon almost didn't cry on the spot. A huge dragon face rarely showed a kind of rejoicing for the rest of his life.

"Master Fasheng, save me!"

The Feather Falling Technique was reapplied on the green dragon, and a soft wind supported the green dragon to fly up.

The green dragon still had reason, and quickly transformed into a human form to relieve Cromwell's burden.

Cromwell's magic supported the green dragon to fly to his side. Before he could speak, the green dragon said anxiously: "Master Fasheng, the silver dragon Kerry...he... is still near the gate of the plane."

Cromwell's expression froze, and he waved his hand to intensify the tornado around him, dispelling the Harpy that surrounded him again, and soaring towards the gate of the plane.

When they flew near the gate of the plane, even Cromwell couldn't help but gasped.

I saw countless harpies flying all over the sky near the gate of the plane, and one of the harpies with an extraordinarily large body and a golden feather on its head landed at a place not far from the gate of the plane. Screaming at them from the boulder.

Under the big rock where the harpies were, there was a disfigured silver dragon that had been torn apart. The huge harpies jaw was covered with bright red blood.

Following the scream of the huge harpies, the surrounding harpies screamed loudly at Cromwell and the green dragon in mid-air, waving their wings and quickly surrounded the tornado.

Tears rolled from the corners of the green dragon's eyes, Cromwell sighed in a low voice, and retreated quickly with the green dragon in his arms.

It is difficult to cast high-level large-scale magic, and the small-power wind magic cannot effectively kill these rough-skinned and thick-skinned wind-type monsters, the Harpy. In addition, there is a mop bottle with him. Can have no choice but to choose to retreat.

Cromwell looked back at the gate of the plane that was still flying the harpy, but he missed the horned deer armored chariot of Cattail City very much in his heart.

At this moment, if there were a hundred or so horned deer armored chariots, relying on their steel armor that was not afraid of the harpies' claws and their powerful continuous air-to-air firepower, they should be able to fight these harpies.

But it is a pity that this is not Cattail City, and it is too far away from Cattail City. Even if Feng Yu is willing to dispatch the chariot army, the Horned Deer armored chariot will not be able to drive near the gate of the plane in the vast mountains.

Cromwell headed south all the way, using the wind blade to attack the harpies behind him, until he flew hundreds of miles and shot down nearly a hundred harpies before letting the group of difficult monsters retreat .

"My lord, over there." The green dragon pointed to a distant mountain with a snow-white peak above the snow line, and said, "There is an ice dragon living on the top of that mountain."

Cromwell led the green dragon to draw an arc in the air, and flew towards the mountain pointed by the green dragon.

On the high mountain, a slender ice dragon was looking around, and she also saw the approaching Saint Cromwell and her own kind.

Cromwell put the green dragon down and said, "Let her take you back to the Dragon Clan to report. I'm going to notify the human city in the southern part of the Meteor Mountains."

As he spoke, he quickly flew to the south without waiting for the green dragon to say anything.

Moran also knew that the Brocade Empire built five new cities in the Meteor Mountains and had its hands on the entire Meteor Mountains.

However, the Meteorite Mountains are in the northern part of the Brocade Empire, and even if Moran wanted to, he couldn't reach them.

But Cromwell, as a saint of law, couldn't just watch the tapestry weavers here become the food of the harpies.

When Cromwell flew over a city, he looked down at the crowded city whose city walls were half built, and his mood was very complicated.

Although I don't want to see the powerful Brocade Empire grow bigger, but there are five cities here after all, and there are hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of adventurers gathered nearby.

In order not to mess around, Cromwell summoned the wind mass again when he descended, but this time it was a soft breeze, but this also made the people in the city discover this wind magician who descended from the sky.

"It's a magician. Could it be that there is some treasure out of the mountain? It even attracted the magician. I don't know which guy made a fortune this time. The magician is very generous."

The leader of a mercenary group looked at the robe, and was surprised that all the arrows he was picking in his hand fell to the ground.

"Fa Sheng!"

"What's life or not? These are high-quality steel arrows, not pig iron." The stall owner rolled his eyes at the mercenary leader, and said to himself that this kind of idiot who can't even tell the difference between steel and steel will sooner or later enter the World of Warcraft. belly.

"Idiot, that's Saint Cromwell of the wind system!"

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm still Emperor Moran!" The stall owner sneered.

"Turtle, the Dharma Sage once visited our Brocade Emperor, and he wore this magic robe. The buttons on this golden silk robe are all made of wind magic crystals, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"Really...really?" The stall owner looked at the head of the mercenary who was looking at the magician in mid-air with admiration, and followed his gaze to the magician who was falling in mid-air in disbelief.

"Is there any magician in Grein who can imitate the magic robe of the Holy Spirit?" The mercenary leader said something that the stall owner could not refute without turning his head.

The magicians of Moran are proud of Cromwell, and even the magicians of the Tapestry Empire respect Cromwell as their teacher. There is really no magician in the world who can imitate the style of the magic robe of the Dharma Saint.

The little magician dare not, the big magician is not so boring, and he will not offend the majesty of the holy magician.

In a newly built two-wooden house, several nobles in fine clothes came out, and the leader was the lord of this new city, a Viscount of the Empire.

(End of this chapter)