When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

When he was a few feet away from the ground, he used a levitation technique, and Sarn landed on the ground as lightly as a cat, and even the kender in his hand didn't feel the slightest discomfort.Looking up at the battlefield not far away, the fire and fighting made it bright and crowded, and there was almost no place to set foot.It is obviously not a good idea to rush directly into the battlefield. Dark elves are good at assassinations and surprise attacks, not sweeping the enemy in a situation like a pot of porridge.An army composed of hundreds of warriors and orcs cannot be solved by him alone.

"Are we going to rush up?" Breaking free from his hand, Welby took out the self-defense dagger in his arms, held it tightly in front of his chest, and asked eagerly.

"You stay here!" Sann ruthlessly rejected the Kender's suggestion, quickly untied the heavy leather jacket and cloak on his body, and rewrapped the night cloak.There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, since he couldn't kill all the enemies, let's solve it in the simplest way.

Ignoring the Kender's protests, he slipped into the chaos like a puff of smoke.

The dragon's chant echoed in the valley, and the warriors of the giant dragon tribe were overwhelmed by reality after a brief boost.The giant dragon that had been guarding them for thousands of years did not come to rescue them. On the contrary, anyone could sense the pain in the roar. Their patriarch had been killed by the enemy chieftain, and there was no way out except to defend their homeland desperately.However, their will to die did not bring back victory, the balance was gradually tilting, and more and more enemies rushed into the camp.

Sarn felt that his body was extremely cold. Although taking off his cumbersome clothes made him move faster, the cold became more and more unbearable.Now it needs a little movement, really intense "movement" to bring back the temperature of his limbs.A dark enchantment spread around him, and he cut into the formation from the flank.

The blood danced with the swung blade, first against the lone warrior, then against the orcs, eye sockets, throat, heart, lower abdomen... Only one confrontation can be exchanged for a life.Dedicated fighters cannot defend against a surprise attack from behind, but Sarn's goal is anything but, and the lives of these minions cannot change the tide of battle.His range of activities became wider and wider, and as he moved, the number of strange and fallen corpses began to increase, becoming more eye-catching.As a hunter, he knows how to set traps and let the prey come to him by himself.

When the dragon's roar stopped, he had already reaped more than 20 lives. No leader would allow such a meaningless sacrifice, so when he heard a man's roar, the corners of his lips curled up.His body began to become warm, as if blood was boiling, like a real ghost, he attacked that voice.

It was a very tall tundra man, taller than ordinary humans by more than a head, with bulging muscles under the rough brown skin, and fierce eyes in the sharp eyes. Under the cover of the clothes, there was an iron statue of a wolf head dangling around his neck.Sarn swung the dagger silently, but this attack was blocked by the man. After only one confrontation, Sarn knew that this man had a combat power not inferior to his, and he definitely could not be defeated by a sneak attack from behind.He showed a smile, very dark elf-like, rubbed his fingers, and purple flames ignited at his fingertips.

"found it."

Sarn did not miss the suspicious eyes of the Icelanders. For barbarians who are not good at magic, any magic-related creation is synonymous with sorcery.The flames attacked the Iceman with his bullets, like dodging a real fireball, the man quickly turned sideways, unexpectedly, the demon fire suddenly expanded and wrapped around him with a bang.Sarn swung his dagger and charged at him again.

Lonte gritted his teeth, restraining the urge to roar.It's just a spell!He raised his long sword angrily, blocking another attack of the dark elves, but the pain he imagined did not hit, and the purple flame seemed to have no temperature, and disappeared in an instant.The dark elf jumped away like a nimble lynx, and another purple flame appeared, this time it wrapped around the blade, making the dagger in Sarn's hand like a burning flame.

"You vile bastard!" Ront growled, already sure that the sorcery was nothing more than a dark elf trick to attract his attention.However, he is the strongest fighter of the Black Wolf tribe, and this trick cannot succeed a second time!

Sarn didn't speak, but raised his flaming dagger and threw himself on him again.

The short confrontation was like a passionate war song, and the swords kept colliding. Lonte's defense was as fierce as his offense. During a violent slash, the dark elf's dagger suddenly shook, and a purple flame rose again. Cilunte didn't dodge sideways, he chose to block the dagger piercing his abdomen with his long sword, as long as he avoided his eyes, the flame did not pose any threat to him.

His long sword caught the dagger, and he was about to hit it back violently, when a burst of coldness suddenly kissed his neck.Why... Lonte didn't have time to make a sound. With the touch of the purple flame, the flesh of his neck suddenly turned outward, blood gushed out, and his entire head flew out.

"That's despicable." Saen smiled and watched the leader of the Black Wolf Clan fall down in the dust, with blood splashing all over his face, making his figure even more strange, even the Black Wolf Clan who rushed to rescue him Soldiers, I couldn't help but stamp my feet at this moment.The dark elf who killed the patriarch with a bizarre spell turned around, showing a bloodthirsty grin, and another smear of purple flame covered the dagger.He rushed towards the reinforcements.

In Sarn's hands, the harmless demon fire and the sharp golden energy covered by the demon fire appeared alternately, like changing magic, making the enemies in front of him terrified, and any timidity brought greater results. Tharn can now use the sharp golden aura on the dagger, but it takes a lot of concentration to activate it, and it is always easier to spread fear than it is.

With the death of Long Te, the warriors of the dragon tribe suddenly felt that the pressure around them dropped sharply, and the black figure wandering among the enemies was like the scythe of death, quickly reaping their lives.The giant dragon stopped roaring, but the faint dragon power did not dissipate.I don't know who yelled first, "The patriarch of the black wolf is dead!! The dragon is coming soon!"

Following this shout, battle roars resounded in the camp one after another. The blood-stained and scarred giant dragon warriors clenched their swords and rushed towards the enemy following the black figure.

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The boy's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe what he saw.The dragon people who made the dragons miserable before were like paper under the sword of the black-robed mage. Every time the golden sword light flashed, it could take away the lives of several dragon people.The spit acid and lightning were bounced off by a layer of protective cover, and the magic attack was defeated by more powerful magic. When the flames devoured the last dragonman, the boy's body shook slightly, the contrast was too huge, his tense My nerves can't take it anymore.

"Someone is coming?" The dragon listened attentively. Old age made its blindness dull, and serious injuries destroyed most of its vision and hearing. It could no longer rely on its natural power to describe the scene around it. A fight was going on in front of him, and a powerful but strange magical wave echoed in the air.

The young man stammered and replied, "Yes, it was a black-robed mage. He killed... slaughtered the dragon people."

A burst of bloody ice mist spewed out from the dragon's mouth, "Is he very strong?"

"Very powerful!" The young man looked at the man walking towards him and Bai Long in horror. The hazy moonlight and the blood stains on his eyelashes made him unable to see the face of the other party clearly, but his strength was beyond doubt.What if this man wants to deal with Bailong?He is a black-robed mage, and he looks more terrifying than those dragon people combined.The boy clenched the wing bones in his hand, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Relax, kid." The dragon spat out another mouthful of blood, "I don't feel any malice."

The man really stopped tens of meters away from them, looked at it carefully for a moment, and frowned and said something.The young man tried his best to listen, but his lingua franca was not very good, and he didn't understand the meaning of the words. Cold sweat formed on his back, and the strength he had accumulated just now seemed to be slowly dissipating. He felt his legs were a little weak, The wing bone held tightly in his hand slowly drooped down, turning into a crutch for support, trying to maintain a standing posture.

The dragon snorted and replied in the same lingua franca, "Why do you want to help us? What do you want in exchange? Mage."

Hong Ming stared at the giant dragon in front of him. This huge monster was far from the middle-earth dragon, and it didn't look like the legendary Ying Long, but it wasn't the time to talk, so he shook his head lightly, "I need to help first. Those warriors in front of the mountain will return after a while..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the boy next to the dragon's knees go limp, and fell to the ground with a thud.Hong Ming took a few steps, but was stopped by a giant dragon with broken wings. "Stop! Mage!"

"My companion has healing medicine and can save this child, let me save him!"

The giant dragon turned its neck with difficulty. It is now like a completely blind waste, unable to perceive the boy's situation at all. For its huge body, the boy is too fragile, and even putting the tail in the wrong place can kill him.The dragon froze for a moment, and finally lowered its head slowly.

"save him……"

Hong Ming walked over quickly, checked the boy's breath, and found that there was still a breath left.He hugged the boy's thin body horizontally, and nodded slightly at the dragon, "I will."

After listening for a long time, Bailong found that the man had disappeared in place, his body was shaking, and he also fell to the ground.I'm so tired... The old dragon's head hangs down on the ground, and I can't even lift my eyelids... I'm so tired...

Blood dripped down its snout, soaking the soil in front of it.