Shaman from Afar

The city of Ebden, the Jewel River Ferry-the little prince standing on the flagship deck's mouth twirled with a smile, his scorching eyes flashing a strange color of excitement.

At the end of the line of sight, the winged dragon Aioliite has approached the ferry. The huge body blocks the sun like a dark shadow, bringing inexplicable oppression and fear; the dull low growl is like a cumulonimbus The thunder that burst out in the middle made people tremble.

"Come, come, come ..."

Repeating the same vocabulary non-stop, the little prince with a stiff smile stared closely at the rapidly approaching black shadow, as if as long as a blink of an eye, it would pounce directly in front of him.

The cold hands and feet tremble unconsciously, the corners of the raised mouth unconsciously twitch, and the heart beats like it will burst out in the next second ... Even if you try to keep calm and exercise restraint, the little prince still can't bear his heart. Fear.

After all, it was a dragon, a dragon.

It's a giant dragon that "fired a little bit of skin" for a whole round of fire from the launcher!

Now, this wild beast that is enough to destroy the city and destroy the country, is rushing straight towards himself, and it is definitely to revenge himself just now!

Even if everything is designed by yourself, it is impossible to face a dragon who is not good at the end, or a dragon that is extremely angry ... after feeling no fear.

"It's not a joke, a careless one can really kill you." Clenching your teeth to keep your mouth from trembling, the little prince's smile twitched more and more, desperately lowering his voice and murmured, "Funny again Games, it makes no sense to die ... "

"But conversely, if you can't feel such an intuitive fear, without surprises and excitement, even interesting games will become empty and boring, will it be super boring?"

With a raised eyebrow, the little prince's eyes glanced at the deck beside him. The empty flagship stood with less than dozens of elf warriors, and his expression was tense; even many elves pulled out their swords and stayed in place. How to be good.

As for why there are only a few dozen ... that is of course because the little prince withdrew the elven army from the battleship at the ferry in advance.

The nominal reason is of course the ambush retreating Eboden garrison ... Of course, the movements of tens of thousands of people cannot be covered up. The 30,000 troops who attacked the Nine-Mount Star Wizard Tower were withdrawn, and the little prince took them and the battleship for about 10,000. 'S army was transferred out of the city and hurriedly pursued along the Jewel River.

As for the real reason ... Of course it is because the morale of this army has almost collapsed.

During the five days of fighting in turns, the defender of Ebden was of course desperate enough to be more desperate, but the morale of the elf side has also reached the limit-in the later period, almost every army has at least a dozen consecutive fights, exhausted Unbearable.

Morale is an invisible, intangible, but will greatly affect the power of a group, like an infectious disease; high morale will make soldiers forget their lives, and low morale will lead to inexplicable line defeat .

In the last few days, the little prince simply dragged the army besieging the fortress to the other side of the city and camped, recklessly taking turns-the main army always camped in the periphery, launching short offensives from time to time to maintain good morale.

Now that we have reached the point of the final decisive battle, of course we must first clear the field and let "irrelevant members" get rid of all from the stage.

Therefore, now that the battleships of the Jewel River Ferry add up, there are only more than a thousand elf warriors, and most of them are the warriors who lost the raid on the old castle.

There is no way. As the head of the four courts, they still have the obligation to "protect the king's court".

"boom--------!!!!"

The thunder blew overhead, and the excited little prince and the frightened elf warriors looked up at the same time. The roaring ink blue dragon hovered suddenly over his head, his wings spread.

call------

Waves immediately broke out on the calm river, and the violent wind that almost shattered the battleship swept over the deck over and over again, mixed with a dragon roar that almost burst the eardrum, just a face-to-face, eight ships crowded in the ferry The elven warship instantly lost its fighting power.

boom!

When the elves opened their eyes and slowly climbed up, the deck of the battleship seemed to have just experienced a storm-there was almost nothing left except for the bare mast and the propped up launcher.

"Come, here ... finally here!" The drenched little prince climbed up from the deck in awkward manner, laughing with open arms and looking at the dragon roaring to himself in the wind and sky

"Come on, let me see if I have this qualification. Become the first dragon-slayer of the Azores-the commander ordered, all the warships in the ferry set fire to the sky and put this large four-legged lizard Shoot it down! "

"Long live His Royal Highness Rodria-!!!!!!"

A thunderous roar rang out on the river, and the resolute and determined elf warriors rushed to the launcher in desperation, turning on the launch switch with all their strength.

The eight beams of light quickly ascended into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, with almost no dead angles from eight different directions, and at the same time set fire to Aioliite in the sky.

At the moment of the explosion, the bursting dust scattered like a rolling wave around;

The next second, the roaring ink-blue dragon spread its wings and shattered the dust!

Ao Lit, who resisted this firestorm, broke through the waves, and his burning body was like a flame possessor, whistling and rushing towards the first warship facing him.

boom--!

In the bursting waves, the elven warship was cut off directly, and the screams and exclamations of elf warriors sounded in the flying waves.

But Aioliite did not stop, and the amber dragon eyes flooded with anger did not leave from the flagship where the little prince was.

"Oops, oops ... Is it necessary to tear up everything that protects me, and then come to kill me?" Even with a smile, the little prince's expression was still mixed with uncontrollable fear. "Okay, that Just give it a try! "

After another beam of light lifted into the air, one after another struck the figure of Aioliite; as the explosion continued, the scales on the ink blue dragon continued to fall off, and the trunk exposed dark red muscle lines.

But those wounds, traces of explosions, broken scales ... not only did not weaken his strength, but also showed his fierce and fierce monster face.

That is the dragon, the dragon that is enough to conquer the world ... The little prince with a stiff smile, his pupils trembling constantly.

"Let's take a look, to see who can kill who-all battleships, continue to fire on the blue dragon, and you will not be allowed to stop before the army is over!"

"Long live, Your Royal Highness Rodria-!!!!!!"

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"He wants to be a dragon slayer?"

Amidst the burning ruins, a slightly shocked and surprised dark-haired wizard blurted out, staring at the elf girl shivering stepping on his feet.

"Yes! Yes, yes ... All are designed by this big villain, people just have to obey the orders!" The sobbing cries, and the frightened Shella nodded desperately.

"It's a puppet play, a resurrection of Eugen, a plan to attack Ebden ..., the ministry is all done by him, it is his plan, he is the super bad behind-the-scenes player, he is ... Yeah!

With an indifferent expression, Loren, holding the hilt in his right hand, moved the blade of the "Dawn" sword towards the elf girl's neck a bit.

"Second warning ... I didn't ask, don't talk to yourself."

"Yes……"

An aggrieved Xue pulled his lower lip tightly, and he shrunk into a ball, not even crying.

Looking at the direction of the ferry in the distance, Loren frowned slightly at the splash that was higher than the city walls.

Because he couldn't think of it, what other way could the other party get rid of a dragon?

That's right, close explosions and heavy blows can cause irreversible trauma to the dragon. In the battle of the sixth generation of the Blood Skull Valley, a dragon was killed by an avalanche after being seriously injured.

If a ship or a warship is filled with fire oil and detonators, there may be a chance-enough to explode the river gate and the city gate, the power should be almost the same as the avalanche that killed the dragon. Too.

But what method did the Prince Rodria have to use to make Aioliit really stick to the battleship and be bombed ... No, should there be something in this world that can "limit the action of the dragon"?

"Yes ..." The elf girl's weak and delicate voice sounded.

Ok? !

The dark-haired wizard lowered his head violently, and unconsciously exerted a little force under his feet.

"People and others said that something happened to me suddenly!" Looking at the blade that was close to her neck, Shira screamed in horror. "Poor, it was almost two or three days ago!"

"What happened two or three days ago?" Loren said coldly. "You can say this time."

"Two or three days ago, the Temple of Rodria ... that big bad guy, suddenly people and several elf warriors came up with a way to salvage something from the bottom of the port ..."

Salvage something?

Frowning, Loren raised his eyes and looked at the ferry battlefield where the waves were splashing in the distance.

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boom------! ! ! !

Facing the violent winds and huge waves coming from the face, the little prince standing alone on the flagship deck constantly calculated the distance between the dragon and himself.

It ’s almost ... almost, it ’s almost ...

On the river, the few elven warships occupying the ferry were almost destroyed. Only the remaining two were still fighting desperately, but they could only block the dragon Aioliite for only a few minutes.

No, now that the hands will be noticed by the dragon, you must wait until he gets closer and closer.

boom--! ! ! !

Along with the bursting noise and sound, the two remaining warships were also intercepted by Aioliite's dragon claws-the sunken battleship almost blocked the entire ferry channel, and the deep blue dragon was almost impossible .

But this problem can't stop Aioliite's anger, rushing towards the flagship protected by all battleships!

Looking at the huge dark shadow that was close to himself, the little prince, who was completely occupied by fear, could no longer hold back, and broke the rudder that should have been fixed.

It's now!

boom!

At that moment, the dragon Aioliite noticed that something seemed to be shaking at the bottom of the Gem River; but he did not take it seriously, but continued to attack the flagship.

A chain protruded from the bottom of the sea, and the iron hook caught one of Elliot's hind paws, dragging it down continuously.

The roaring ink blue dragon's hind legs slammed with force, spreading his wings and trying to break free.

It's a pity ... it's too late.

Soon, the second, third, and fourth ... countless chains emerged from the bottom of the river like tentacles, entangled tightly, hooked even through his limbs and torso, and finally even He was entangled in the roots of his wings and bound him to death.

The Mo Lan dragon desperately wanted to struggle, but he couldn't get rid of it anyway-the destroyed and sunken warship blocked the ferry, leaving him no room for struggle.

The terrified little prince, the corner of his mouth finally evoked the arc ... although this smile ghost was extremely extreme.

"I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised ..." The little prince smiled in horror. "I didn't expect this to be a trap, you big lizard with long wings! The **** dragon baby!"

Aioliite did not answer him, just snarled incessantly.

"Don't struggle, this is the chain of sea blocking that your Eboden defender specially built to stop my fleet; what catches it is the iron barricade that sinks to the bottom of the sea and is buried by gravel piles!"

"So to speak, if you haven't smashed my fleet into pieces, and the entire river is blocked, there may be hope of breaking free; but now ... 啧啧 啧."

Shaking his right index finger, the little prince stood with a smile on his hips, looking up at the dragon's expression as if looking down on him

"By the way, guess what, the battleships destroyed by you are full of what?"

"Dangdang Dang! The answer is very simple ... there is all kerosene-so now there is a thick layer of kerosene floating on the entire surface of the Jewel River Ferry."

"And then guess what ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ what is installed in this flagship at my feet?"

"The answer is revealed ... It's a good thing that can explode!" The little prince smiled more happily, his arms spread to both sides, and looked at the already furious dragon Elliot.

"So now, Dear Lord Dragon, I give you the power of choice-the first kind, you can continue to struggle like this, and then I will detonate the battleship under my feet after I evacuate."

"Or ... you can just use your Dragon Flame to detonate it, and then see if we can all die together, at least there is still a chance to kill me together ..."

"Whether it was killed by me without resistance, or killed myself ... depends on how you choose."

"Two choices, one result ... Come on, Little Dragon, make your choice;"

"Then, give me a surprise!"

. The wizard came from afar