Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

In this game of mutual probing, the attacking party finally lost patience and chose to take action first.

The large-scale casualties of the wolf cavalry were something that the Principality of Reni could not afford no matter what.

Each of those frost wolves and knights consumed a lot of gold coins and resources, and took several years to train from childhood.

Among them, the frost wolves consumed the most. These guys are big eaters. The value of the monster meat they eat from childhood to adulthood is more expensive than training a formal knight.

It can be said that every loss is the loss of the foundation of the Principality of Reni for many years.

For this reason, in the original war plan, the mage group should have carried out a wave of range bombing first, and then the infantry should have consumed them.

Finally, these precious wolf knights would be sent to harvest after the priests blessed and protected them, minimizing the loss of these precious high-level units.

However, the situation on the battlefield kept changing. Seeing these wolf knights die one after another, Ryan finally couldn't bear it anymore under Robo's provocation.

He was the one who gave the order to send the wolf cavalry to test. If the loss was too great, even if he won in the end, he would definitely leave an indelible stain.

He might even lose the dukedom that was supposed to be passed on to him.

So after arriving at the battlefield, Ryan immediately launched the fastest and most crazy output.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The dense and numbing sound of breaking through the air continued to sound.

As the flying dragon passed between heaven and earth, huge golden sword energy as thick as buckets was like dumplings, accurately smashing towards the black iron cans on the battlefield!

Wangcai, who had already noticed the danger, killed a frost wolf with a sword. When he raised his head, his eyes couldn't help shrinking. He dodged to the side at the fastest speed, and roared loudly:

"Boys! Get out of the way!!!"

The imperial guards who had already sensed the danger naturally didn't dare to resist. Most of them had already quickly dodged to a safe place before hearing Wangcai's shout.

But nothing is absolute.

Some imperial guards surrounded by cavalry could not get rid of their restraints in a short time, and were extremely unfortunate to be hit by the sword energy.

Facing the furious attack of the golden level, the imperial guards finally tasted what level suppression is.

If the legendary level is roughly exposed to the rules, ready to pry open the door called becoming a god, and has advanced from ordinary life to a higher life.

Then the golden level is undoubtedly the limit that ordinary life can reach before advancing.

The strong at this stage is already a real enemy of ten thousand people.

As long as the fighting spirit or magic power is not exhausted, no matter how many soldiers they face, they can take their time to kill them all.

Such a big gap, even the heavy iron plate of the power armor cannot make up for it.

I saw that the sword energy had just fallen on the imperial guards, and the black armor was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and a large piece was dented.

Then a sharp explosion of steel being cut and unable to bear the heavy load came out belatedly.

The piercing metal roar even made some frost wolves who were too close and had very sensitive hearing couldn't help but let out a miserable howl, and blood oozed out of their ears.

The sand under the power armor collapsed directly under this powerful impact, forming a circle of radial deep pits around.

Except for some guys who were unlucky and died on the spot after being hit on the head by fighting spirit, the faces of the other imperial guards who were attacked were all pale under the masks, and a thick stream of blood flowed out of their mouths uncontrollably.

This is because dragon blood gives them super high vitality and self-healing ability.

If ordinary orcs encounter such a degree of attack, the violent recoil force generated by the light power armor under the impact is enough to shatter their internal organs and shock them to death.

Seeing that just one wave of offensives has made more than a dozen iron lumps lose their combat effectiveness, Ryan's face showed a twisted smile, and the fear that had just risen in his heart disappeared.

After glancing at the girl on the wall, he did not rush to fight with her. Instead, he pulled the reins and ordered the flying dragon to swoop down, ready to slaughter those iron cans that were seriously injured by the sword.

This arrogant "dragon knight" thought that at the moment of his personal attack, the battle situation had been determined to be won, and what he had to do now was to minimize the losses.

If these iron cans were kept, the wolf cavalry would inevitably suffer heavy losses. It would be better to deal with some of them now, so that he could show his strength, deter the black dragon, and reduce the pressure on the wolf cavalry.

However, just as he was driving his flying dragon towards the battlefield with murderous intent and crazy eyes, a loud noise rang in his ears.Explosion.

Followed by a violent dragon might.

The wyvern, who was extremely confident and as crazy as his master, trembled under the pressure of the superior, and subconsciously turned his head to look with his master.

Then he saw a black shadow quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, like an alchemical warhead, rushing towards them with a heavy sonic boom!

At the same time, a vast dragon language resounded through the battlefield amid the continuous sonic booms:

"Sun thief!!"

"Bang!"

The diving wyvern had not yet reacted, and was hit directly by the black shadow that suddenly appeared. It deviated from its course and slid down from the sky. It hit two wolf knights and several orcs with a bang, and under the powerful impact, it rubbed a shallow pit on the ground with sparks before barely stopping.

When it got up, it could see clearly what hit it.

But this glance made it freeze in place, and its pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

It was a black dragon.

To be precise, it was a black dragon with... steel pants on its head.

The black pants, which seemed to be made of fine steel, perfectly blended with the color of his scales, and were covered with precise mithril lines.

At this time, these lines were constantly changing colorful lights, just like the lights used for dancing in a bar.

Under the pants, two pentagonal crystals were engraved at the position of the eyes...

At this time, the two crystals were like high beams, emitting two dazzling beams of light that kept changing colors, which made the two-legged dragon's eyes a little painful.

Such a unique appearance also successfully attracted the attention of most people present.

For a moment, even the swords swinging on the battlefield were stagnant.

There were even some guys who had never seen the world, and their hands loosened, and the weapons fell to the ground with a clang, and they didn't notice it at all.

After a brief moment of confusion, Ryan on the back of the wyvern subconsciously uttered a greeting he had learned from the merchants:

"I... Fuck?!"

At this moment, the black dragon's long-breathed acid sprayed out!

Under the light of the iron pants, this breath was like colorful... vomit...