People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 620 Dragon Fight
I don't know when snowflakes started falling from the sky.

It was white snow, but it did not give people a feeling of purity at all. Instead, it was like the flying white paper money when a funeral procession passed by, revealing an ominous silence.

On the prairie, the temperature, already freezing cold due to days of freezing rain, dropped further.

The grass was covered in silver.

The mist slowly descended and became thicker.

However, the two sides who were already fighting did not notice anything unusual for a while.

The struggle between life and death made everyone like a ball of steel holding a fire, with heat rising and shouts of killing shaking the sky.

White smoke came out of the mouths and noses of both the man and the horse.

He was concentrating on fighting the enemy in front of him, but after killing the opponent, he realized that he had already lost track of his teammates.

Lothar shot a Tatar cavalryman away with one shot, and then shot through the armored cavalryman who attacked from behind.

Suddenly, a thin layer of sweat seeped out of his back, as if an extremely terrifying beast was lurking in the fog that had descended at any point, waiting for him to reveal a flaw and then launch a thundering attack.

This breath
very familiar.

Some are similar to the dragons in the medieval world, but they are fundamentally different.

A gust of wind blew up.

The sea dragon's talent for raising winds rolled up layers of flying snow, which hit the faces of the Tatar cavalry head-on, making it impossible for them to open their eyes while trying to disperse the fog in front of them.

But the enemy lurking in the dark responded immediately, and a cold wind blew over, chilling people to the bone.

Snowflakes, carrying sand and gravel and condensed into small ice beads, hit the armor and mounts of the cavalrymen of the delegation, making crackling sounds.

The infantry phalanxes lined up behind the cavalry, originally relying on long-range projection units mainly composed of woodland archers, could also provide fire support to the cavalry in the front.

But at this time he could only hide behind the barrier of cars and couldn't even raise his head.

The Tatar cavalry, who had already shown signs of decline, roared excitedly as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

There were strange phenomena on their bodies and mounts. Some of them grew a layer of fine scales, some of their arms turned into claws, and some of them simply grew a single horn on their heads.

The strength of each Tatar cavalryman increased dramatically, causing the cavalry of the delegation to engage in a tough battle.

Lothar raised his head and saw a gigantic beast swimming through the increasingly thick fog.

Black scales and single horn.

It coiled in the fog, and although its true appearance was not revealed, the oppressive feeling of the unknown gave them the urge to "charge", as if the fearless cavalrymen in the mission had subconsciously developed an urge to turn around and flee.

"Hold the formation and follow my orders!"

The powerful shout was like a thunderbolt, instantly awakening the frightened cavalry of the delegation.

“The Father is watching us.”

"For Saint Lothar, for the Holy Lance!"

After the Tatar armored cavalry showed signs of alienation, the cavalry of the delegation fell into a disadvantage.

If their armor had not been thick enough and the Tatar cavalry had not lacked weapons that could penetrate armor, there would probably have been large-scale casualties.

A sinister smile appeared on Boluo's face. Over the years, he had dripped a drop of his own blood into the water source of his tribe almost every day. Over time, his tribe had almost become a half-demon tribe.

You are just a bunch of mixed-race people, how can you resist the power of the demon?
Stir up the wind!

The strong wind arose again, barely offsetting the howling wind.

He raised high the new spear infused with holy light, like a guiding light, gathering the cavalrymen of the delegation who were gradually fighting each other to his side.

coming!

Two golden lights lit up in the thick fog.

The eyes under Lothar's mask lit up with a pair of golden vertical pupils.

It was like two predators from the mythical era staring at each other.

A strong wind arose.

In the thick fog, a huge black snake head suddenly stretched out, opened its bloody mouth full of sharp fangs, and swallowed towards Losa with a fishy black wind.

It has no wings, but in the clouds and mist it seems to be flying in the water.

It has limbs, but they are short and thick and are completely useless.

If you must say, it is more like the legendary dragon?
"Eclipse!"

With a loud roar, the one-horned nightmare horse, which was in tune with Lothar's mind, leaped high into the air and actually flew over the basilisk's head. In mid-air, a patch of hellfire emanated from under Eclipse's feet, and he stomped hard on the basilisk's body.

At the same time, Lothar leaped up from behind the Eclipse in mid-air, and the Holy Cross Plate Armor turned into flowing light and dissipated, revealing his half-dragon body covered with scales.

Keng——

The Duke's new spear stabbed down hard, creating a series of sparks on the basilisk's scales.

"monster!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Boluo's eyes, but was quickly replaced by greed.

Although the evil dragon did not completely replace his soul, due to the strength of its soul, it firmly took control of Boluo's body. It could naturally sense the dragon blood in Lothar's body.

As long as it swallows this person, it will be able to reshape its dragon body and even have a slight chance of transforming into a real dragon.

The chilly air swirled around its body, transforming into ice cones suspended in the air.

Losa shouted, "Retreat to the fort to repair!"

The current battle situation is no longer something that ordinary soldiers can get involved in. The strength of this serpent monster is very strong, not inferior to the higher dragons in the medieval world.

The cavalry of the mission began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The Tatar cavalry on the opposite side seemed to have received similar orders and dispersed out of the thick fog. In the blink of an eye, only the breath of two living creatures remained in the fog.

Behind Lothar, the shadow of a black dragon quickly emerged, as tall as a mountain.

A trace of fear flashed across the cold vertical pupils of the basilisk opposite, and it gradually retreated and disappeared into the mist.

But Lothar knew very well that the other party would never retreat in the face of difficulty, but was like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.

The wings behind Losa vibrated slowly, feeling every change in the air.

The wolf's beast instincts have been developed to the extreme, and even the slightest unusual movement will alert him.

however.

There was only dead silence.

Above his head, the basilisk that had retreated suddenly reappeared. Its huge body was like a fish in water in the fog, and Losa didn't even notice the slightest sound or breath.

That bloody mouth could easily swallow the half-dragon Lothar whole.

Almost instantly.

Lothar's body swelled rapidly.

His feet stood on the ground, and his body was surrounded by a dark mist that seemed to come from hell. His scales seemed to be flowing with hot lava. The ground cracked and dried up, and the grass became dry, and then a series of flames rose up.

The huge and broad dragon wings stretched out, and the claws clenched into fists, smashing hard on the basilisk's head. The ferocious dragon head attacked directly from the side and bit the side of the basilisk.

boom--

The horrifying dragon breath spewed out from his mouth, pouring onto the basilisk's scales without reservation. The originally indestructible scales quickly carbonized. The basilisk let out a shrill scream, swung its tail fiercely, hit the dragon's body, and then pulled away from its body in a panic.

The illusory shadow of the dragon that originally existed behind him has now become a real existence.

This is complete dragonization.

The dragon blood flowed like lava, flowing freely in the body.

Lothar felt this new and terrifying force, which was several times stronger than when he was half-dragon, and he stopped silently where he was - the power of dragonization was very strong, but the consumption was much smaller than he had imagined.

Because he now has more precise control over power, he can completely control the power of Dragon's Breath within the range of single-target killing.

In thick fog.

There were bursts of shrill roars.

There was astonishment, confusion, anger, and a hint of fear that was suppressed but could still be sensed by Losa.

When it reappeared, a layer of solid ice had covered the basilisk's wounds, and a new layer of flesh had grown on the charred, carbonized areas. However, the deep hatred in its eyes showed that the injury it had just suffered was far more serious than it seemed.

After absorbing the talent of the ghost dragon.

Lothar's dragon breath can already affect the soul.

And this snake monster happened to be mainly a soul, living in Boluo's body.

The temperature is still rising.

The raging fire surrounded the giant dragon transformed by Lothar, forming a sharp contrast with the snake monster on the opposite side, whose grass and trees were frozen into ice and whose body was surrounded by cold air.

Roar--

A high-pitched and a hoarse roar sounded at the same time.

next moment.

The terrifying dragon flame spewed out again, and the snake monster on the opposite side also opened its bloody mouth and spewed out the cold dragon breath that had been nurtured in the Far North for thousands of years. The two collided with each other, stirring up a layer of water vapor.

click -

The ground beneath Lothar's feet bulged up. The divine power of the Volcano King caused a small volcano to briefly form under his feet, and lava gushed out from the cracks in the ground.

On the opposite side, around the basilisk, layers of solid ice condensed into clusters of ice flowers, surrounding it, which actually had a breathtaking beauty.

But this beauty was soon destroyed.

The giant dragon transformed by Lothar on the opposite side clearly had the upper hand in this battle of dragon breath.

He pressed forward step by step, and with every step he took, Long Yan would follow suit.

This was the first time that he faced a powerful creature comparable to a high-level dragon alone. Even a quasi-legendary spellcaster like Anna would find it difficult to subdue this kind of monster.

But in his complete dragon state, he was able to suppress his opponent.

Perhaps it's because the strength attribute is restrained, but this sense of power that can control the overall situation is really wonderful.

This is not a borrowed power of mine.

This is the power that truly belongs to me!

The momentum of the dragon flame grew more intense as its owner became more excited.

As he pressed forward step by step and got closer to the basilisk, the frozen frost flowers in the cold and gloomy area where the basilisk belonged quickly melted and vaporized, making the fog become thicker and thicker.

The basilisk's greedy eyes were gradually replaced by fear.

Could it be that this person was not what it imagined, a dragon that was about to die and had to live in a human body like it, abandoning its dragon body in order to survive, but a real dragon that could transform into a human form?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
There are no real living dragons in this world anymore!

Long Yan is still pressing forward step by step.

The basilisk suddenly withdrew its dragon breath and turned around to flee.

But if it were so easy to escape, it wouldn't have run away now.

The dragon fire that had been accumulating for a long time, after losing the power to resist from the opponent, struck the basilisk's back like a thunderbolt - there was no room for dodge at all, and its huge body smashed to the ground.

The basilisk fell to the ground, enduring the pain and fleeing quickly.

The Tatar cavalry who saw this scene felt as if their faith had collapsed. That was the source of their bloodline. In their minds, the manifestation of Eternal Heaven on earth, the patriarch who was more noble than all the shamans, but at this moment he was like a defeated dog fleeing in panic.

How can this be?

Shadows are cast from the sky to the ground.

The dragon spread its wings, blocking out almost all the sunlight above its head. Taking advantage of the moment when the basilisk was suffering heavy damage, it swooped down suddenly, pressing its huge body directly on the basilisk and biting it in the vital spot.

The basilisk felt the pain and became furious. It roared and turned around to bite Lothar, but it was like biting on a piece of steel.

The talent of the Earth Dragon, combined with the 50% damage reduction of the thorn ring, meant that even if he did not activate the Stone Talent, the snake monster with a mouth full of sharp teeth could not bite through his scales.

Not only that, the basilisk that bit Lothar felt a sharp pain in the roots of its teeth. It was actually hit by an extremely strong recoil force, and its two sharpest and longest teeth were broken in the middle.

"Die!"

Lothar rubbed his sharp teeth hard. Although his teeth could break the defense of the basilisk, it was like biting a piece of hard leather. It could bite through, but it could not cut open its body and expand the wound to a fatal level.

The seven inches of the basilisk that was found in proportion is not a fatal weakness at all.

The basilisk was bitten by him at seven inches, but it was still struggling hard. Its terrifying strength made him feel like he couldn't suppress it.

A surge of fierceness surged in my heart.

Lothar raised one foot and stepped hard on the basilisk's head.

He stomped on it dozens of times in a row. The horrible noise shook the earth and the mountains. The basilisk's head felt dizzy, and the strength of its original fierce struggle gradually weakened.

Lothar immediately seized the opportunity, grabbed the basilisk's mouth with his claws, and pried it open. The next moment, scorching dragon fire spewed out from Lothar's mouth into the basilisk's bloody mouth that was big enough to swallow a giant whale.

The dragon flame blasted into the basilisk's body cavity like a torrent of wind and rain.

The basilisk struggled even more violently, its powerful body twisting wildly, and every blow from its tail could shatter a large piece of his scales.

But soon, the basilisk's dying counterattack weakened.

Its body was motionless like a dead fish, and there was a burnt smell coming from inside.

Lothar transformed into a giant dragon, threw the basilisk's body to the ground, and stepped on its huge head with wide eyes.

Then, he raised his head and let out a roar that shook the earth!

At this moment, it was as if the old king had passed away and the new king had been crowned, and the entire grassland was engulfed in a wave of flames.

(End of this chapter)