Sky Dragon Rider

No one can imagine the probability of surviving the curse of "Space Absolute Prison". .

It was beyond the expectations of the human race and the dragon race that a human knight could survive, instead of being torn into pieces by the turbulence of space. It was almost no different from a miracle.

"Has he not come back yet?"

The expression of the storm dragon changed a little, it seemed that he had to make a trip in vain.

"I'm afraid so!"

The Royal Dragoon Legion is directly owned by the royal family. Fan Si, the head of the inner palace who is in charge of handling the affairs of the Dragoon Legion, shook his head blankly.

"Did something happen?" The giant storm dragon shook his head, there was a huge crowd, where could he find it!

In the eyes of the human race, most giant dragons only look different in size and elemental system, and there is no difference in others.

To find Morin, the only way for the Dragon Clan is to rely on the assistance of the Human Empire.

"How about the royal family issue an announcement to find Maureen?"

Vance gave an idea and looked back at his emperor.

The emperor of the Islamic Empire, Cyril Saint Silan, nodded his head towards his servants, expressing his approval.

"I'm afraid that's the only way to go! I'll go back and ask Lord Tesepaliya where she threw that Molin."

As soon as he thought about it, he acted. Wuyin, the storm dragon, nodded at the emperor of the Slan Empire, Cyril Saint Slan, and said, "Sorry, Your Majesty, I have to go first."

Wrapped in frenzied air currents, the giant storm dragon exited the Palace of Political Affairs, and then jumped into the sky. Just a few hundred meters away from the ground, it violently tore open the sound barrier, whizzing away in a dense cloud of milky white sonic boom. Go, even split the clouds in the sky.

In the Palace of Political Affairs, except for the guards who stood upright like javelins, the two monarchs and ministers looked at each other in blank dismay.

The Dragon Clan themselves casually left people in some corner, and now they are looking for them again, what a hell.

It is completely conceivable how disdainful and proud the Dragon Clan is towards the tiny Human Clan.

By the dragon gods, poor dragon rider Maureen, I hope he is still alive.

"Urgent military situation!"

Suddenly there was an urgent call from outside the Palace of Political Affairs.

"The army of the Portland Republic suddenly passed through the ice rock mountains and the green mist forest, and invaded the Qiuluyuan province in the east of our country. The border city of Li'an has been breached!"

A travel-stained imperial [***] rushed into the main hall and fell down in front of the supreme 165th generation ruler of the Islamic Empire.

"Damn Portlanders, is it easy to bully me when I'm a Sri Lankan? How dare you go to war without declaring war! Despicable and shameless country!"

Cyril Saint Silan's furious roar even spread out of the Parliament Hall. He stood up from the throne, and the soldier who brought the urgent military situation was frightened by the emperor's anger, and lowered his head even lower. , just knelt down like this, not daring to move.

"Fans, Minister Xuan, the Minister of Military and Political Affairs and the Cabinet of the Military Department are here to see you!"

"As your majesty!"

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"Master Dragon Knight, it's already the fourth day, even if it's a cover, it should be enough!"

Exhausted, Portland Governor Mosrig was dragged like a dead dog through the wilderness for eight days.

Without any washing or changing clothes, the whole body is as dirty as a savage, exuding a disgusting smell.

"Sorry! Not yet!"

Lin Mo has repeated this sentence more than ten times.

He was using a special survival knife to process a scaled pig, and the extremely smelly blood flowed into the pre-dug pit, which would be filled after emptying to avoid attracting other carnivores.

This kind of omnivorous cloven-hoofed animal with a huge scaly bone armor and four long fangs protruding upwards from its mouth is more ferocious than wild boars on the earth, but the thick pieces of bone armor on its body cannot Blocking a survival knife full of fighting spirit, directly reduced to the rations of Dragon Knight and Mosrig tonight.

Cut out edible pieces of meat, use the collected wild spice plants and a little salt to taste, then wrap them with leaves and soil, put them in a hot fire pit and then cover with a layer of soil, so that the scaled pork wrapped in soil Simmering in a dark fire, in addition to controlling the smoke and barbecue aroma to a minimum, the taste of the stewed meat is also quite unique.

"Awk..."

The neighing of the flying dragon was heard far in the sky.

On the third day after leaving Li'an City, the Portlanders sent a small team of flying dragon knights to participate in the search for Mosrig and Lin Mo.

"Give up, don't expect them to see you!"

Lin Mo glanced at Mosrig, who was staring up at the sky, and stuck the special survival knife on the ground in front of him. As an air knight, he knew very well that those flying dragons that were close to 2000 meters above the ground would never find this forest The two people sitting under the big tree, even the smell of smoke and fire from the stewed meat disappeared in the air without a trace before leaving the forest.

The holy sun hanging in the sky will fall below the horizon, and the Dragon Knights of the Portlanders are doomed to gain nothing today.

Mosrig, who was in a depressed mood, could only look back, lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground between himself and Lin Mo, at least there was still a sumptuous dinner to look forward to.

In just four days, Lin Mo took the Portlander to near death several times. In order to avoid being discovered by the magician of the opponent, he didn't even dare to use the light mirror technique, and he acted very cautiously.

Taking advantage of those Portland fighters who were completely defenseless against firearms, Lin Mo successfully killed two swordsmen with the 92-style combat pistol he carried with him. One of the swordsmen was even at the same level as him, but he did not To prevent being blown in the head by a 9mm caliber steel core warhead.

After seeing this scene with his own eyes, Mosrig looked at Lin Mo's pistol with fear like a snake.

So brutal!

With just a crisp gunshot, a blood hole burst out between the eyebrows of the ninth-level swordsman, and half of the back of his head exploded strangely. The white brain tissue mixed with bright red blood spurted far away, and the astonishment of his life was still frozen on his face. expression.

As long as you don't burn your fighting spirit with all your strength, you can't resist that weird and brutal alchemy weapon with your body alone if you are caught off guard.

Mosrig didn't see that after Lin Mo left only a long sword, he used the inconspicuous black flat wrist bracelet on his left wrist to lightly touch all the metal objects on the deceased's body.

Like magic, all metals disappear without exception after touching the bracelet.

After the sky gradually darkened, Lin Mo finally scraped open the soil, and took out a lump of mud from the still hot pit. The survival knife cut it open easily, and a strong smell of meat radiated out.

"Dinner is ready, this is your share, take it!"

A steaming group of scaled pork was placed on the leaves and handed to Mosrig. He was already hungry, so he didn't care about burning his mouth. He rubbed his hands on his body a few times before grabbing it and delivering it to his mouth. There is no noble image in the room, and the fatigue and hunger of running around have trampled the noble demeanor to nothing. This is almost unimaginable for the son of the earl's family four days ago.

"Lord Maureen, have you considered that being the head chef of our Byrd family is definitely more promising than being a dragon knight without a dragon? If you have money and a woman, you don't have to work so hard."

To be honest, apart from being dragged to the east of Tibet like a dead dog, this Slan knight has never abused himself. Mosrig has never resented the other party in his heart, and the current situation is only because of the different positions of the two sides.

"Are you kidding me!"

Lin Mo would not give up such a glorious battle position as a dragon knight. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the dense forest that was so dark that his hands could not be seen.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Mosrig, who was eating a big piece, noticed something strange.

"Mosrig, I'm afraid the time has come for me to say good-bye to you."

Lin Mo dropped the meat in his hand, put the survival knife back into the scabbard, pulled out the captured long sword, stared at the dark place with piercing eyes, and put on the "Dragon General" tactical helmet at the same time.

"Hehe! It's really delicious, can you save me a copy?"

A man's voice came from the dense forest. It was far away just now, but in the next second it seemed to be close to him. The speed of the man was astonishingly fast.

"Hmph! Take your life for it!"

The fighting spirit swelled violently, Lin Mo raised his sword with his backhand, and a flash of sword energy slashed out fiercely.

Although the battle qi of the light element system is not the strongest attack qi, it is one of the battle qi with the strongest recovery ability. In addition, the "Yaoyan battle qi" is practiced against time to speed up the recovery of battle qi and continuously release light healing to oneself. In just a few days, the heavy damage suffered in Li'an City has greatly improved, and it has recovered to [-]% of its previous strength.

boom! ~

A sword aura also flew out from the forest, and collided violently with the sword aura released by Lin Mo, causing a loud bang in the air.

The two sword qi of different elemental systems that contain astonishing destructive power seem to be equally matched.

"I didn't expect to meet again, Dragon Knight Morin!"

"It's you!"

With low-light night vision and infrared imaging, Lin Mo saw the comer clearly, and grinned at the corner of his mouth. The other party was the Portland sword god Marton who blasted himself off the city wall not long ago and was almost beheaded.

Those who are kind do not come, those who come are not good!

"Uncle Marton!"

Although he couldn't see the face of the visitor clearly, Mosrig confirmed the identity of the visitor from the familiar voice.

"Mosrig, please wait a moment, I will take you back right away!"

A fierce fighting spirit suddenly rose from the Portland earth-type sword god Marton, pointing his sword at the dragon knight, completely locking the opponent with his momentum.

"Master Marton, it seems that I am not too late!"

A figure holding a staff appeared in another direction, the faint light of the magic shield slightly illuminated the vicinity, and the elemental energy in the air suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

Misfortunes never come singly, and the sixth-order magician from Portland also appeared.

call! ~

A piece of broken soil was scattered towards the Portland Sword God and the sixth-level magician. Marton was startled immediately, his wrist trembled slightly, the mighty sword energy knocked away the oncoming soil, and the magician waved his staff, and the spell shield A wall of fire rose suddenly in front of it, burning the humus-rich soil into sparks.

When the two of them realized that the other party was purely strong from the outside and did not have a second move, the Silan dragon knight disappeared without a trace.

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