Medieval Aurora: The Rise of the Dragon

Chapter 120 About the Thing About Not Wanting to Continue Being Beaten, Just Dedicated to Xin Zhilie
The winds of heaven swarmed.

The spreading footsteps of the mud were firmly restricted by the blue ripples to the open space in front of the screaming shaman. Xiuyanqing Yuan Chenghai was by no means a fledgling rookie. Xiu Yanqing, there are only a few people who can reach the high level.

While the shaman's spell was countered by Xiu Yanqing, the ground under the cavalry's feet became stable again, and those wild beasts who hadn't had time to pull out their entire bodies uttered painful howls, and some parts of their bodies were permanently destroyed. Merged with the earth.

The cavalry did not love to fight. They began to use their mobility to escape from this dangerous area and reorganize their formation.

As for running away?The word escape is not in the dictionary of the Zhengxi Cavalry Institute, and the enemy sent to the door is the long-awaited feast for these warriors who are eager for merit.

After Lin Qi saw the Beastman champion, he also felt a surge of enthusiasm.

Good boy!There is a way to heaven if you don't go, but there is no way to hell you break in!

After all, no matter what kind of conspiracy it is, it needs strength to support it in the end, and it is difficult for me to find the trace of the lord of this herd if he does not show up.
If courage is used as a bet, Lin Qi will be the eternal winner.Whether in the past or in the future, I will, as always, fear no enemy.

He just felt his claws itching unbearably now, and wanted to have a complete vent right away.

Cossack One-Eyed's big direhorn, which was as tall as the dragon-blood bull devil, could already be called a colossus, but this size still seemed so dwarfed by the dragon.

The gradually paralyzed arm and the pressure from the air made the one-eyed boss suffer and embarrass.

Blood sacrifices to the blood god, skulls sacrifice skulls!As the pain spreads.The oracle of the blood god is gradually occupying all of his mind.The more unbearable the physical pain, the crazier the performance of the champion Direhorn.

"Come and fight me fairly, face me, face the King of Shadows, Draken!!!"

What the Cossack's roar received was a scorching dragon's breath pouring down from the sky. This response seemed to tell him the cold reality.

You are not qualified enough.

Lin Qi was only using his body to fight at this time, he gave the instinct of fighting to Shenlong's instinct, scratching with his claws, whipping with his tail, and even biting with his teeth.

In a hearty one-sided beating, the champion Direhorn was just a strong sandbag with rough skin and thick flesh in Long Zi's eyes.

The aftermath of the wild confrontation between the leaders of the two sides tore apart every creature that wanted to get close. Those beastmen who tried to get close to the dragon with the garbage in their hands would be turned into coke by a ball of flames without Lin Qi's shot at all. .

Princess Suzaku's figure loomed in the higher sky, she did not choose to directly join the melee, but looked down at the battlefield from above, and used the strong wind of Aksha to burn everything she thought would pose a threat to Chenlong.

Since arriving at the battlefield, Lin Qi has already felt the faint sense of intimacy from the sky, as if there is a voice in his heart telling him that the person who has a bond with you is right here.

However, the most important thing at the moment is still to focus on this battle.

The ax blade and the dragon scale on the claw collided again, making a sound of gold and iron.

As he slashed again and again, Cossack One-Eyed felt that the power he possessed was expanding more and more. Swinging the battle ax made him keep getting closer to the appearance that the blood god expected.

A pure, furious, bloodthirsty warrior who would rather die than fight.

To shed blood in His name is the best worship of Khorne.

Somewhere, it sensed something wrong, no, this doesn't seem to be what I want to pursue.

The pace of becoming stronger has never stopped, he kept gaining new hopes, and then watched helplessly as this hope continued to be consumed by the immobile strength of his opponent.

At a certain moment when the champion Direhorn attacked furiously, it suddenly woke up and realized a fact.

"I should not be driven to be a stepping stone to an unrivaled opponent."

Lin Qi grasped the direction of the whole battle, his body was full of blood, but his eyes remained cold. If he wanted to, this battle could come to an end at any time due to the death of his opponent.

But that doesn't match the core purpose of this fight.

No matter what happens, the mighty city of Marienburg cannot be captured by a newly-rising group of beastmen, and the purpose of its defense is not to defend the land, but to preserve people.

Although for some reason, this group of beastmen had an unimaginably high interest in Fort Marien, but compared to allowing them to slaughter and wander wantonly in West Territory.

Fort Marien, which lacks land troops, might as well draw their sights firmly in front of the city defense.

Defeating them is not a difficult task, but eliminating them, reducing civilian casualties, and preventing the recurrence of the Weize Town tragedy is indeed a big problem.

If the confrontation of the pack lord is not over, the resistance of the beastmen will continue.Therefore, during the process of Lin Qi beating the Direhorn, the Cathay cavalry would simultaneously bleed the Beastmen.

However, the situation seemed to have changed. Lin Qi sensed some information through his sense of touch. The opponent's fighting spirit was fading, and his offensive gradually weakened.

The dragon's tail hit the body of Cossack One-Eyed firmly, and the scarlet bony layer of his abdomen shattered and fell off together with the flesh and blood under this powerful blow.

And the lord of the herd also used this huge force to throw himself to the side of the last Howling Beast.

Sanity returned to the Cossack's only eye, and a new thought took possession of his mind.

I want to live.

Afterwards, he struggled to get up from the ground, pulled the Neighing Shaman out of the Howler Beast's cavity, and threw it into the sky.

The blue dust appeared out of nowhere, burning the shaman's screams and body to ashes.

This hasty betrayal and the Cossack's desperate desire to survive seemed to please someone who was watching here. A storm broke out in the Chaos Demon Realm, and the blood god's roar resounded through the Crystal Labyrinth.

Khorne lost one of his champions, and the price was a smashed board.

The Holy Grail emblem on the back of Lin Qi's palm flickered urgently, reminding him that a particularly special change was taking place before his eyes.

The rituals that are still in effect in Marienburg have indeed been placed into the back door left by the Lord of Changes. Just now, he briefly bypassed the restrictions of the maelstrom and injected the ever-changing magic power into the Direhorn. in the body.

Chenlong realized who the instigator was, and the memory buried in his soul reminded himself that it was the existence he had really faced.

This is a force thrown out by what the world calls Chaos Demon God Tzeentch.

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