Arad's crooked savior

"Uncle, listen to my advice from this junior. You can go back. Now that the season is getting warmer, it is a good time for farming in the snowy area of ​​​​Ston. Don't waste your time. His Majesty the Emperor is merciful and can forget the past."

Baan seemed to be kind and sincere, and advised Bwanga and the others not to stay in the empire's territory anymore, otherwise there would be big problems.

"You said let bygones be bygones... ha..." Bwanga's resolute and upright face suddenly twitched a few times, and his eyes like a ferocious beast stared hard at Baan, "I, the Bantu tribe, were betrayed by the empire and attacked Shatli ten times. Thousands of innocent tribesmen are buried in hatred, who are you letting go of the past? Barn, you have changed."

This was the first time that Rabina saw the patriarch so angry. He was like an angry lion. The trees were shaking with his roar, and his roaring and boiling blood was like a furnace burning. It shocked the horses under Baan. .

The Bantu people's two major shames and heartaches are the ice dragon Skatha and the treachery of the Delos Empire.

"Humans will inevitably grow as they age, but I still respect you very much, uncle. You are the only person in the Screaming Cave who is not disturbed by Sirocco's spirit."

Baan slowly put away his playful smile. The uncle has been practicing hard in the snow mountains for these years. It seems that he has made great progress and has set foot in the legendary realm.

Moreover, the Bantu tribe has the mysterious blessing of the beast god, which is a very unstable factor. Bwanga's current strength must be stronger than the average legendary strongman.

"Yes, at that time, you were also a young boy with justice and enthusiasm. You were not afraid of the apostles, which impressed me very much. Even if you later became an imperial noble, I just felt that people have their own ambitions and are young and arrogant. , it’s normal to want to be in the spotlight.”

Then, there was a cold and numb look at each other. The friendship that existed in the Four Swordsmen era in the past completely collapsed and disappeared at this moment.

"Uncle, this world still respects the strong. It is far easier to change the old order than to establish a new one. It is better to repair a ship than to make it by cutting wood. There is really no needless sacrifice. necessary."

"Haha, but this ship has been eaten away by insects. The bottom of the ship is full of corpses. It is sailing on a sea made of blood. It is useless to say more. Pull out your sword and take a closer look at it to see if it is still your ideal."

Baan leads the most elite Royal Knights in the empire, while Bwanga has the ambition to stay in the battle and the belief that there is no life or death, and there is no way he can retreat easily.

The two were once friends with each other. They were both well-known sword masters in the continent of Arad. They were both heavy-handed blunt weapon totems and flexible narrow daggers. Suddenly, they faced each other coldly and started a fierce fight.

Bwanga missed a blow and exploded a large piece of soil. He turned around to block Jian Wu's fierce attack. He felt a little sad in his heart. The feeling was right. Baan's sword had changed.

Baan's sword was once a sword used by adventurers. The sword holder would save the weak. His sword symbolized freedom, ideals, peace and a series of beautiful words.

Nowadays, Baan's sword is a sword that simply protects the emperor. It carries glory and wealth, and is stained with the blood of countless people. Baan's reason for wielding the sword has changed.

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The giant dragon Mauletus, surrounded by the poisonous gas of death, has cast a new shadow of death on the already blood-stained battlefield. For a long time, its body has been injected with various experimental poisons by the empire, and it has mutated after merging with flesh and blood. One drop of blood can pollute a pure lake.

Different from Astra and other giant dragons, Mauletus does not have a pair of dragon wings on its back. Its flying wings are located at the elbows of its forelimbs. Its overall appearance is somewhat like a pterosaur from ancient times.

The relatively special body structure limits Mauletus' ability to fight in close quarters. Instead, it can breathe out stronger dragon breath, and its thick and powerful wings can whip up the howling wind.

Opening his bloody mouth, a thick thick poisonous fog fell to the center of the battlefield, and began to spread rapidly without distinguishing between the enemy and ourselves. The soldiers who were exposed to the poisonous fog had pus blisters on their skin in just a few breaths, and then their respiratory tracts felt like If you drink boiling oil, you can only die in pain and struggle.

In just one minute, a large living person was rotted into a puddle of pus, and the metal armor was corroded with pits and pits, and the poison was very violent.

"Damn, why is this giant dragon out of control? Its heart is still in our hands." The magic warrior who secretly commanded Mauletus sweated on his forehead. Originally, the poisonous dragon was used to snipe the Bantu tribe. It was a barbarian, but Lord Baan suddenly changed his mind temporarily and decided to go and meet Uncle Bwanga by himself.

"They are all human beings. There is no difference in my eyes. They all deserve to die." Mauletus vented his frustration and anger for hundreds of years. He suffered the endless humiliation of having his heart removed as a bargaining chip and being used as an experimental subject.

The violent poisonous gas spread like mist on the battlefield, covering a kilometer in radius in a short time, causing horrific damage, and many soldiers could not even cry out.

The eldest prince was furious and slashed at the evil dragon with his sword. The sword's light rose sharply, falling like a rainbow from the sky, and tore a deep bone-deep wound in its abdomen.

But not only did it fail to stop the attack of the poisonous dragon Mauletus, but it caused the poisonous blood to fall, polluting large areas of air and land.

The worst thing is that before the war begins, in order to boost morale, the leader of the empire's legion declares that a tamed dragon will come to help and destroy the rebels.

Now it's fine, the ground is in a mess, the dragon is killing wantonly when it's out of control, or it just doesn't want to die.

The battlefield of fierce fighting has changed due to the appearance of Mauletus. The empire has weapons specially designed to hunt the dragon, but now it is too late to prepare, and it can only watch it wreak havoc.

Death in the hands of the enemy is easy, but death in the hands of one's own dragon is completely in vain. The war was temporarily suspended unexpectedly.

And it would be fine if it were another giant dragon, but Mauletus has certain immortal characteristics and is very difficult to deal with. The wounds caused by the eldest prince have begun to heal visibly to the naked eye.

"If we don't stop it from running amok, at least half of the soldiers may die, which is more than 100,000, and the follow-up is still uncertain. The empire will burn itself with fire." Siatt shrugged, and then looked at Sophie.

Poison is indeed a power with extreme upper and lower limits. The conditions for its use are very simple, but the requirements for "poison" itself are extremely high.

For example, if Apostle Di Ruiji lay down wherever he wanted, there would be a dead land wherever he did not need to take action.

Sophie had no time to care, and was holding Astra tightly. As soon as this guy saw something huge and powerful in front of her, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to fight.

However, Astra was unfortunately poisoned during a fight with Lao Pi, and her scales almost fell off. Sophie was a little wary of the "poison" attribute and didn't want to let it get away with it.

She could also hear Mauletus's last plea for help in dragon language. He was really an embarrassment. Because of his immortality, he couldn't even commit suicide. He couldn't live or die.

Just when Mauletus looked like the afterglow before his death, an icy blue dragon shadow suddenly flashed in the distant sky, and its beautiful scales reflected the colorful halo in the sun, moving very quickly.

It carried a strong blizzard around it, and spat out a violent stream of broken ice from its mouth. The temperature of the battlefield dropped sharply, and the sticky blood instantly froze into scarlet ice slag.

Mauletus turned into a ball of ice and fell from the sky to the depths of the desert, still maintaining the same appearance as when he breathed out.

"Are you an immortal dragon similar to Spitz?" Xiaobing's spiritual consciousness wave passed through, and it seemed that it was not wrong to say that it was the most shameful dragon in the dragon clan.

"My weakness is my heart, which is far inferior to Master Spitz. Besides, you are..."

The beautiful and elegant ice crystal dragon has no ferocious bone spurs or fangs. Both its limbs and body are full of the streamlined beauty of the dragon clan.

Hess, Skatha, and Spitz were all three dragons created together, as well as a group of followers with impure blood, and there was almost no time difference.

But Mauletus has no memory of the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar once making such a beautiful and elegant fairy dragon~ Could it be a second-generation dragon?

Xiaobing suddenly raised his dragon claw and smashed the ice sculpture of Mauletus with a slap. The huge dragon body inside was also torn into pieces, and the blood was frozen into ice slag.

It can't tell the other party that I am Skatha, now I am Xiaobing, and I was turned into a female dragon by Tana.

The appearance of the mysterious ice dragon suddenly brought the battlefield to a deadlock. Should they continue to fight, or should they disperse.

Xiaobing suddenly turned his head and stared in one direction. There was a huge arrow more than three meters long, dark and breathtaking, gathering power. Someone wanted to hunt it secretly.

Boom~

The wind and snow mixed with broken ice turned that area into a field of ice crystals. All the imperial soldiers turned into ice sculptures with frozen expressions. Their appearance was still vivid, but their internal flesh and blood had long since frozen into ice slag.

A middle-aged centurion's hair stood on end and his scalp was about to explode. He remembered that the reason why the Second Snow Battle was a loss-making situation for both sides and the empire failed to eliminate the Bantu tribe in one go was because of the ice dragon's reason.

The most elite imperial legion, numbering about 20,000 people, after defeating the Bantu tribe, carried powerful dragon-hunting weapons and prepared to wipe out the ice dragon Skatha entrenched in Kannak Mountain.

Each giant dragon represents an unimaginable amount of wealth.

However, a terrifying nightmare occurred. The ice dragon, which could summon the wind and snow, became more powerful with the blessing of the ten thousand-year snow mountain environment, and easily buried the imperial army.

If we dig deeper near Mount Kanner, we might be able to find the corpses and weapons of the Imperial Army.