Nine Transformations Dragon

Chapter 33

Not only does Yang Wenlong not have any strength now, but he is still a 13-year-old kid.How dangerous the battlefield is, let alone a child, even a city lord with the strength of a sword master cannot be said to be able to return safely.

"Little brother, I don't allow you to go. Even if you want to watch the battle, you can only watch from behind me, so as not to be hurt by the enemy's crossbow." The queen looked like a big sister, she didn't want Yang Wenlong to get hurt, let alone Life is in danger.

"Sister Queen, believe that I'm fine. I came out of my house to practice. I don't grasp such a good opportunity. When will I meet it in the future? Do I have to wait for the large army from the Kingdom of Wind to attack the city before I go out? Are you going to be cannon fodder? Those slave soldiers are almost ordinary people, they are cannon fodder, they are here to test us, that’s why I’m going to try. Also, don’t arrange any elites, just select some ordinary soldiers. "

"Hehe, little brother is so sure that the enemy won't really attack the city? I think it's better to prepare [-] elite soldiers to stand by at the gate of the city. We can deal with it if the other party tricks us."

"It's still thoughtful of the city owner's sister, then you can discuss it, I want to build a handy weapon in the city." Yang Wenlong didn't want to go to the big sword that can only be lifted with both hands, and planned to build a Tang knife or a thin sword .

"Little brother, I don't allow you to go!" The queen still wanted to stop.

"Sister Queen, I need to grow up, otherwise the world is so big that there is no room for me." Yang Wenlong said while running.

The queen thought about it for the same reason, but she was still very worried, so she said to Fei Lan: "General Fei, can I ask you one thing, if the enemy comes to attack the city, you will also go out of the city to fight with the city lord, but you don't have to Just go ahead and stay by my little brother's side to protect his safety, okay?"

"Your Majesty, but the city lord and I have left the city to fight. If there is any change in the city, no one will protect you." Now that the war is approaching, most of the residents of Jiangcheng have begun to move. After all, this place is too dangerous. May be attacked by enemy magic, so Phelan is worried about the queen's safety.

Yang Wenlong ran to the city alone to find a weapon shop. The owner of the shop was an old man with a white beard. Because he was very old, he didn't want to go out of the city to escape.So he rested leisurely in the shop, and when Yang Wenlong found him, he helped him forge weapons without hesitation.It's just that the weapon he drew left the old man speechless. He didn't know whether the young man was making a decorative sword or a sword that could kill people.Decorative swords shouldn't be made of these black irons, nor are murderous swords. It's hard to imagine who can be killed by such a small sword. It may be no problem to kill a civilian who has no strength to restrain a chicken.

"Little baby, what's the use of making such a weapon? Let me tell you, I learned my craft from the dwarf master. Many adventurers in Jiangcheng have asked me to make weapons, so don't take this Take the rapier and ruin my name."

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will use this sword to kill the enemy, and I will definitely not insult your craftsmanship."

"You kill the enemy? Hehe, your ambition is commendable, but you don't need to kill the enemy. I heard that Her Majesty the Queen will come to Jiangcheng in person. Our country of flowers will surely win, and the country of wind will surely lose." The old man tapped the gun in his hand A piece of red iron while chatting with Yang Wenlong.

When a rapier with a length of one meter and a width of two fingers was completed, Yang Wenlong took it in his hand and danced a sword flower casually: "Okay, it's very smooth, grandpa's craftsmanship is really good, how much is it?"

"Xiaowa, are you really planning to use this sword to kill the enemy?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, go to the gate of the city to see when the enemy launches an attack. I will be in the team then." Yang Wenlong carefully looked at the sword in his hand. The black iron blade was dark but had a cold gleam. The blade is five millimeters thick and has no toughness. It cannot be bent and is very hard.

"Really? But you don't have any strength, so why should you kill the enemy. Old man, let me advise you. If you want to kill the enemy, you should study for two years first. When you have the ability, you can apply to join the army, and then go to battle to kill the enemy." The old man felt that what Yang Wenlong said was right, but he never believed that he would go out of the city with the army to kill the enemy.

"Hehe, grandpa, isn't it just exercise for me to kill the enemy?"

'Shua! ...' Yang Wenlong picked up the sword in his hand and began to make gestures. After performing a few moves of Taiji swordsmanship, he said to the old man: "Grandpa, is there any suitable sword case for this sword?"

After waiting for a while, the old man didn't speak. When he looked up, he was looking at him stupidly: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiaowa, who did you learn the moves you made just now?"

"No one taught me, I practiced it myself." Yang Wenlong knew that people in this world use swords with two hands, which can be chopped or chopped.But they didn't have any moves, they just slashed and swept them straight.It is also in line with the tyrannical characteristics of grudges, so they have never heard of martial arts.

"How can you dance such beautiful sword moves?" The old man saw only chopping and slashing moves, and it was the first time he saw sword flowers dancing like him.

"Hehe, grandpa, I just danced a few times casually. What kind of move is it? Well, I don't need the sword case in a hurry. How much is this sword?"

"Xiaowa, although I don't know if you really want to use this sword to kill the enemy, but just based on the few moves you made just now, this sword is considered to be the old man's gift to you."

"Really? Thank you so much. Don't worry, I will not let this sword dishonor your reputation. Grandpa, I'm leaving!" Yang Wenlong didn't want to continue entanglement with the old man, because the other party kept asking about his sword move. how did it get here.

Just as Yang Wenlong turned around, the horn of the enemy's attack suddenly sounded.Holding the rapier, he ran out towards the city gate at a loose pace. The old man in the weapon shop saw his speed, and his jaw almost fell to the ground.

After the first transformation of the dragon, the blood of the dragon began to wake up, so the agility of the body was faster than that of ordinary people.When he ran to the city gate, the city lord had already led five thousand soldiers to leave the city, and there were at least five thousand elite soldiers in the open space on the other side of the city gate.

Five thousand soldiers preparing to go out of the city, wearing light armor, holding long spears, big swords and so on.And those elite soldiers are all in heavy armor, holding two-handed swords, and they are soldiers with fighting spirit at a glance.There is a huge difference in strength between the two. If these ordinary soldiers were to put on heavy armor, it might be a problem just to move, let alone kill people.

"Sister City Lord, wait for me, wait for me!" Yang Wenlong rushed directly to the soldiers standing in a long square formation, because many soldiers saw it when he was with the queen, so no one stopped him from rushing into the square formation. Disaster.

"Little brother, are you really going?"

"Of course, am I joking?"

"Alright then, just follow behind the team, General Fei will protect you anyway."

"General Fei?" Yang Wenlong turned his head to look at the back of the line. Sure enough, Fei Lan was standing at the back of the line wearing the light armor of an ordinary soldier.Seeing Yang Wenlong looking back at her, he was beckoning him to pass.

You know how your own strength is. If you rush to the front, you must be looking for death, and you can also exercise yourself by picking a few wounded soldiers from the back.And even the wounded soldier may not be able to win by himself. Just kidding, although the slave soldier does not have battle qi magic, he is strong and strong. Standing in front of him is like a big Buddha, and he can blow himself away with just a slap.

"Little brother, be careful! General Fei, you have to protect my little brother." The queen's voice came from the city wall, and she could hear worry from her voice, but a man cannot be called a man until he has experienced wind and rain.Who doesn't want the man they like to have strong strength, especially a woman who has no strength like the queen, and needs to find a strong man to protect her.

Yang Wenlong turned his head and gave the queen an OK gesture, then walked to Feilan with a rapier under the contemptuous eyes of the soldiers.The sword in his hand will be despised by anyone who looks at it, let alone these soldiers who have undergone hell-style training.

'Crackling... creaking! ...'The city gate opened slowly.

'Well! ....'

The horn sounded again, riding a snow-white monster horse in front of the team, the city lord holding a long spear waved, pointed the long spear at the city gate, and the large army walked out of the city mightily.

As soon as I left the city, I heard the sound of war drums in the distance, and the slave soldiers who were probing to attack rushed over aggressively with all kinds of weapons in their hands.

The slave soldiers were more than 3000 meters away from the city wall, and Yang Wenlong and the others directly greeted the enemy at the order of the city lord. 'Kill! ...' On the battlefield, the sound of killing suddenly went straight to the sky.Yang Wenlong, who was charging behind the team, was sweating in his heart. The enemy was still charging like this a few miles away. Maybe when the two armies actually faced each other, all their energy would be almost wasted.If you wait in place or move forward slowly, wouldn't it be better to wait for the enemy to approach before charging.But when I think about it, I can't stop my legs. It's a shame to fall behind when I show myself for the first time.

'Dangdangdang! ...'

Finally, the two sides ran more than 1000 meters away to confront each other. The slave soldiers were soldiers captured by the country after winning the war against other countries, so they were also considered regular soldiers, but their feet and hands were locked with anklets and bracelets.Such a charge is almost courting death, but if you don't charge, your family will have a bad life.It is impossible to escape, if you have shackles, you will be caught within a short distance.Only by surviving on the battlefield will there be a chance of freedom.So fighting them is like facing a group of demons from hell.

Yang Wenlong wanted to fight and beg for a fight, so his thin body scurried around in the crowd, and soon came to the front of the team.With both feet, the body stood up from the ground, and the rapier in his hand was raised, and it went straight to the back of the neck of a slave soldier who was fighting with his soldiers.

'Push! '

Unaware that someone was attacking behind him, the slave soldier, who was unable to defend himself, was directly pierced into the neck under the back of the head by Yang Wenlong's rapier.The rapier was drawn out as his body fell, and a column of blood sprayed out from the place where the sword was drawn.

Fei Lan, who was following Yang Wenlong, sighed secretly: "What an accurate sword, what a dexterous body." Yang Wenlong's jump was at least two meters high, because the slave soldier was about two meters five, and his whole body was covered with bronze-colored muscles.But he didn't show his fighting spirit, because preserving his strength is a necessary condition for a slave soldier to survive. If he broke out his fighting spirit at the beginning, the opponent's main general or stronger soldiers would come to them.

Quickly and neatly killed one, and just as his feet touched the ground, a big sword fell from his head. At this time, Fei Lan just wanted to make a move when he heard Yang Wenlong shout: "Come here!"

(End of this chapter)