Reckless Through The New World

The panda died, along with the "Iron Prime Minister" Leopold Otto, who was supposed to shine in the game's plot or "history".

Although he is powerful, he has not been able to live longer than pandas in the face of super-dose thermite.

Moreover, living an extra second or two would only make him feel a little more miserable.

He was dead, but the follow-up problems were not resolved.

When he woke up this morning, Richard felt a little restless. After having breakfast and sitting in the study to deal with national affairs, he was often disturbed by the unease in his heart. He couldn't help standing up, walked out of the study, and moved towards Edward Looking in the direction of the mansion.

"I always thought something might happen." He said to himself, "Maybe...you go and have a look?"

"In this country, nothing is more important than your safety." Frost Sword Saint replied without hesitation.

Richard sighed.

Leopold's fighting style is very "independent". If the Juggernaut does not take action, then there is no one under him who can provide meaningful support to Leopold.

Just then, he saw a dazzling red light.

In the sky above Dongcheng District, the space crack slowly opened, and a huge black and red dragon flew out slowly, looking at the city in front of him with curious eyes.

"How is this going?"

"My God!"

"dragon?!"

"Guards! Guards!"

People in the entire Thrace City were attracted by this huge dragon, and not many people even cared about the beam of light in Edward's mansion.

The guards ignored them because they had been greeted before, and Richard didn't care because he thought it was probably Leopold's own writing.

Even the Frost Sword Saint didn't even look at that ray of light.

After all, no matter what happened to the Edward family, the dragon in front of him was the biggest problem.

The strength of the giant dragon is directly proportional to its size. This giant dragon is probably as large as a quarter of the entire Thrace city, and its strength can be imagined.

In one-on-one terms, even the Frost Sword Saint himself has no certainty that he can win.

Moreover, even if he can win, after the battle between the legendary powerhouse and the dragon in the city of Thrace, it is very questionable how many people will survive in this ancient city with a long history.

What's the point of such a victory?

He noticed that the dragon's eyes were only blank and curious, without any greed or viciousness. So if it's not a last resort, he doesn't even want to come forward, so as not to threaten the dragon and make it change its mind and choose to fight.

The giant dragon stared at the city, and after a while, it opened its mouth, but instead of emitting a terrifying dragon breath, it uttered a majestic sound.

That is dragon language.

Many of the magicians know the dragon language, and when they heard this, they felt relieved.

The dragon asked, "Is this Stormwind?"

More than one magician flew up and answered loudly: "No! This is Thrace!"

"Where is Stormwind City?" the dragon asked blankly.

The magicians looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

None of them had ever heard of "Stormwind".

Still a magician witty, pointing in the direction of the kingdom of Leighton to the north: "There are several of your kin over there, they may know where Stormwind City is."

The giant dragon tilted his head, pondered for a moment with a playful and cute gesture that did not match the huge body, then nodded, ripped apart the space again, and got in.

The red light dissipated, and the sky regained its calm.

People in the entire Thracian city, regardless of their status, let out a long sigh of relief.

In the dwelling outside the city, a palm-sized dragon jumped out of the pink magic circle and changed back to the appearance of a young girl.

"I'm so tired!" The Black Dragon player, nicknamed "Seed Lady" by everyone, stretched out, "Can I sleep?"

"You... tired... ghost!" Semiramis, whose dress was completely soaked in sweat and almost stuck to his body, said weakly, "Tired... it's me!"

She is also one of the local tyrants in the guild, and she spent money to buy the "Magic Girl" skin that is as expensive as Wang Tuhao's "Saint" - both of these skins are ranking rewards for the krypton gold event, so she spent her money on it. The money is simply scary.

The sage's skin focuses on his own handsomeness, no dust, elegant temperament, and holy light special effects when he makes moves, making the word "pretend" ten percent. The magical girl skin focuses on performance and can create a very realistic illusion. Although it is only something that can be identified by a word to the players, at least in the game, NPCs cannot see through this illusion-although it can only be used to play some small trick games.

Yes, the magic just now is one of the effects of this skin, "Trick Game".

If Semiramis was still the 90th-level apologetic knight, she would certainly be able to support such a large-scale spell. But now she is only in her thirties. This spell is far beyond her ability. It is possible to achieve this effect by overdrawing her stamina and experience points with the alchemy potion.

To this end, she used up a lot of experience points. Although she didn't lose the level, but looking at the negative number at the back of the experience bar, she felt that her future was not bright, and she didn't know how long it would take to refresh the experience value back to a positive number. .

What's worse is that she is still using this spell and burning experience continuously.

"Sister Idol, you've worked hard!" The little eggplant who stayed in the room patted her shoulder and said sympathetically, "Because you're amazing! Come on!"

"Thank you! This is the biggest scene I've ever acted... ugh! I feel like I'll never be able to reach level 31 in my life!"

At this time, Binglin had dragged James and rushed out of the city gate in one breath.

He didn't care about the shocking world at all, he directly performed the flying technique, and the two of them were like two big birds, galloping in the air. It flew directly over the city gate. Although some soldiers responded and shot an arrow, they failed to hit.

Then, they saw a group of weird looking people running wildly from a distance.

In this group, there are masked sailors, wolf knights, officers, murlocs, paladins with fried chicken... and even a big wild boar.

The effect of Binglin's mechanical mind potion has gradually disappeared, and his expression has gradually returned to normal. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help laughing.

"You guys are so stylish! Is this a big gathering of Hearthstone Chargers?"

"Sister Idol's request." The silver commander who brought his own holy light sighed and let out the voice of a local tyrant, "Who said she was the only one who could create a false illusion..."

"Take him away! Let's break up!" Binglin said.

Wang Tuhao shook his head: "You can't break it alone, we'll be about the same after we break it together."

"After we break? What will he do?" Binglin asked.

"Naturally someone is responsible for sending him away." Wang Tuhao waved his hand, "Let's go first, go to the marked house in front. The people inside will tell you the detailed plan."

After he finished speaking, he rushed towards the city gate with the transmigrators who had turned into strange shapes.

"Born for Al!"

"Target Northrend, charge!"

"Wow quack!"

"I am the train king!"

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, let's cut it down first!"

...

The group of people shouted chaotic slogans and rushed directly into the city that was being chased by the army.