This lich needs more money

Hoffman Ironfist paced anxiously back and forth within the castle.

After sending the captain of the personal guard to deliver the gold coins, he began to feel a little uneasy. This feeling was outrageous and unreasonable.

First of all, believers in hell have no reason to attack the dwarves. People who believe in hell are not afraid of death, and they have to see whether they can survive.

They have already offended the elves, and if they offend the dwarves again, they will not only make the two families hate each other and speed up the end of the war, but they will also cut off their own retreat.

So logically, this group of hell believers will not cause trouble.

After collecting the money, it was time for them to run away.

To be on the safe side, Hoffman Iron Fist sent out his personal guard captain. Even if he encountered an ambush, the legendary Arcane Knight's ability would still make it possible to escape.

Moreover, there are so many dwarf iron guards, even if they encounter the Gate of Hell, they probably won't...

Hoffman Iron Fist kept comforting himself. If he was still a general leading troops, he would reject this deal without hesitation. Sometimes in fighting, you have to trust your own intuition. All the Qi soldiers play against logic.

But after becoming the Hand of the King, Hoffman Ironfist became a politician. Politicians can only think logically, because many times they are faced with a game of interests. You can't think about how to win a battle, but also think about the impact of winning or losing.

But this time, Hoffman Iron Fist miscalculated.

When the dragon roared from the sky, Hoffman Ironfist walked to the top floor of the palace in surprise, wanting to confirm whether he heard it correctly.

Then, a bunch of dwarf heads fell from the sky with filthy blood, dyeing the roof of the palace red.

Hoffmann Iron Fist found his personal guard captain from the heads of these dwarves. His wide eyes seemed to be full of unwillingness and fear. He didn't know what he encountered that made him retain this expression before his death. .

A legendary arcane knight died like this, along with dozens of dwarf iron guards.

The huge shadow in the sky is hovering, and it seems that it will pounce down on Hoffman Iron Fist at any time.

All logic, interests, and games all turned into a joke at this moment. This group of hell believers actually went crazy. In a meaningless situation, they killed Hoffman and sent the Iron Fist to deliver money. messenger.

Not only that, they also chopped off all the heads of the dwarves and threw them here for provocation. This kind of behavior is pure madness and meaningless killing.

From the sky, there was a mocking roar: "Hoffman Iron Fist... you might as well change your name to Hoffman Trash. You don't even dare to appear in front of me and send such an even more useless thing to die." . Hahaha, no wonder the dwarves are going to perish!"

Hoffman Iron Fist clenched his remaining fist angrily, he could no longer be "safe".

"You stupid thing, you will die in my hands!"

A mass of air flowed around Hoffman Iron Fist, and his body quickly rose into the air, soaring into the sky like an eagle.

This is not an ordinary flying spell effect, but a flying spell plus the "qi" of the monk.

Before becoming the Hand of the King, Hoffman Ironfist was the most powerful warrior of the dwarves. He was the only general who could confront the army of the Lion Empire head-on.

Many years ago, he was already a powerful man of legendary rank, and his profession was - a warrior monk.

Monks at the legendary level can run on city walls that are vertical to the ground, faster than others on flat ground, and can even jump into the air by stepping on the air.

With such agility, ordinary flying skills are no different from free flying to the legendary monk.

Hoffman Iron Fist turned into a bird and rushed into the clouds. Then he realized that he was not facing a half-dragon, but a real dragon.

This dragon is a bit small in size, only about five or six meters from head to tail, with only one pair of wings that are disproportionately large.

But this is indeed a dragon, with no human features at all.

This monster has evolved again compared to the time of communication?

Hoffman Iron Fist didn't think too much, stepped on the air with his feet, and flew towards the young dragon like a cannonball.

Just as he got closer, two qi energy flew out from his fists and turned into snake-shaped flames.

Fire serpent fangs!

The monk's invisible energy can be transformed into tangible elements, causing damage similar to magical effects.

Hoffman Iron Fist's attack was too fast and without any warning. Geronimo, who transformed into a dragon, couldn't avoid it at all and was bitten on the neck by the fire snake.

Severe pain came, causing Geronimo's body to twitch.

The scorching temperature of the fire snake could not cause damage to his dragon scales, but the energy attached to them made him feel like he had been hit hard.

But this was just an appetizer. After the hit, the wind flowing around Hoffman Iron Fist became more intense, causing his speed to surge again, and he flew directly to Geronimo.

The dwarf's short legs wrapped around Geronimo's dragon horns, and his fists turned into a violent storm, hitting Geronimo's head hard.

The monk's fist is faster than the elf ranger's arrow.

A qualified monk can punch six times with all his strength in one second, and a legendary monk can blow the dragon's head off in one second.

Unfortunately, Hoffman Iron Fist only has half a second.

Twenty-six punches full of energy landed on Geronimo's head, smashing his dragon scales, cracking his skull, and about to shake the brain inside into pulp.

Suffering such a serious injury, the young dragon rolled crazily as if convulsing, and at the same time, its body quickly shrunk and turned back into a human form. Geronimo's body shrank during the rotation. Hoffman Iron Fist really didn't expect this move. As soon as the legs that were tightly clamping the dragon's horns loosened, he was thrown out by Geronimo.

Geronimo's transformation only lasted a moment, and after getting rid of the enemy, he transformed into a dragon again.

This is the art of transfiguration, which was originally used to change forms to deceive others.

But Geronimo escapes in this ingenious way by transforming from dragon to human form.

Not only that, Geronimo's head wound was still recovering rapidly. This self-healing ability made Hoffman Iron Fist frown.

This dragon is very strange. Although the dragon has disappeared for many years, I have never heard of a dragon having such a powerful self-healing ability.

Hoffman Iron Fist did not attack rashly, but carefully observed Geronimo's condition and found that after the wound healed, his swollen belly became significantly smaller.

Hoffman Ironfist thought: "Did he fill his stomach with healing potion?"

The healing potion could indeed quickly heal injuries, but something felt wrong to Hoffman Ironfist. This thing is also resistant to medicine. If a large amount of healing potion is poured into it in a short period of time, the effect will only become worse and worse.

What Hoffman Ironfist didn't know was that what was in Geronimo's stomach was not healing potion, but flesh and blood.

Only the heads of the dwarf iron guards were left, and the rest of their bodies had been swallowed by him. The arcane knight wanted to escape, but in the end he was repelled again and again by Geronimo, blocking him from the fire of hell. Then, his magic power was consumed by countless demons, and he was finally eaten by him.

But not only the dwarves, but also the demons summoned from the Gate of Hell were also devoured by Geronimo. After Geronimo swallowed this legendary arcane knight, his body transformed again and completely transformed into a dragon form.

Then, he felt an even stronger hunger.

Whether it is the flesh of dwarves or the flesh of demons, the only difference is the taste to the dragon. The number of demons in front of him is much more than that of dwarves.

Geronimo began an indiscriminate massacre. He devoured two of the Balor Balrogs and countless other small demons. It is estimated that even the demons did not expect to encounter such a crazy monster. They were not beaten to collapse by the enemy, but were eaten by the summoner and fled in all directions.

Part of this flesh and blood becomes nutrients for his body, and the rest is stored in his stomach. After being injured, he can quickly recover by digesting these flesh and blood.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can recover!"

Hoffman Iron Fist stepped several times in mid-air, turning the air into a wall, and relied on the force of the rebound to rush towards Geronimo again.

The monk looked more agile than a dragon in the air, forcing Geronimo to turn around and run away.

In terms of flexibility in maneuvering and turning, Geronimo is no match for Hoffman Iron Fist. Once he gets close, the monk's pair of fists can beat him to death.

But if it's just flying in a straight line, Geronimo's speed is a little faster than Hoffman Iron Fist.

The two chased each other and quickly distanced themselves.

Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly felt a burning sensation, as if the air was burning, and it took his breath away.

"Fire aura? Isn't this the ability of the Balrog?!"

Hoffman Ironfist feels very weird, this dragon doesn't look normal.

Just as he was about to use his energy to offset the damage of the flame aura, he saw a dazzling red light coming out of Geronimo's tail, and a long flame whip made of magic power suddenly stretched out from his tail and headed towards Hoffman. The iron fist came over.

What kind of outrageous move is this?

Hoffman Iron Fist has never seen a fight in his entire life.

The long whip shot through the air, the tip of the whip broke through the sound barrier, and struck Hoffman Iron Fist.

It seemed like a hit, but the opponent's figure was shattered like glass, and it was just an afterimage.

Hoffman Iron Fist once again used the power of Qi, bursting out with terrifying speed, trying to catch the opponent off guard. It's a pity that it failed, because the flaming whip was followed by a thunder wave!

This spell didn't do much damage, but the knockback effect was extremely strong. Hoffman Iron Fist was blocked by the impact, and his close-range plan failed again.

"This dragon is too difficult to deal with!"

Hoffman Iron Fist clearly felt that the dragon's fighting skills were getting stronger. He seemed to be able to sense the monk's energy flow, so when Hoffman Iron Fist used his ability, he could immediately detect and act. reaction.

In this moment of distraction, the flame whip whipped towards Hoffman Iron Fist again, almost tying up his body.

Fortunately, dwarves are short and can easily hide. But he dodged the long whip, but failed to dodge the next three consecutive magic blasts.

The scarlet energy exploded on Hoffman Iron Fist's body. Although he did not suffer much damage, the powerful knockback force blew him further away, and the distance between the two was further widened.

The ensuing battle seemed to fall completely into the opponent's rhythm. Every time Hoffman Iron Fist wanted to use the monk's skills to close the distance, he would be discovered by the dragon in advance.

As long as the energy is running, the opponent will throw magic around without caring about consumption. Magic energy blasts and thunder waves are used to repel them, and protective spells such as shields and the Armor of Elgasis protect themselves tightly.

There was no way for Hoffman Iron Fist to find any flaws.

Sora had a pair of iron fists that could blast the opponent, but he couldn't find a second chance to attack.

Although the opponent can't cause much damage to Hoffman Iron Fist, it's not good if it goes on like this, because the flying time is limited.

Just as he was thinking this, Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly felt his body sink, and the effect of the flying technique suddenly disappeared prematurely.

"Anti-magic field? When?!"

Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly found himself wrapped in an anti-magic force field, and the effect of the flying spell disappeared instantly.

Hoffman Iron Fist immediately realized that this anti-magic force field had already been deployed in mid-air. It was this dragon that guided the battle rhythm and sent him to this magic barrier.

From the beginning, he had set a trap, waiting for Hoffman Iron Fist to fall into his trap.

Without the blessing of flying, it was difficult for the legendary monk to maintain his previous flexibility. Hoffman Iron Fist suddenly felt panicked. Rushing out with courage, after encountering danger, Hoffman Iron Fist actually felt a little panicked. When was the last time you were in danger on the battlefield?

It seemed that it was when his hand was cut off by the paladin of the Lion Empire.

From that day on, he left the front line and changed from a general to a politician.

It turns out that my own will was cut off that day, just like a broken bone. Even if it heals, it becomes extremely fragile.

The moment the will to fight collapsed, the energy flowing around Hoffman Iron Fist became stagnant.

Geronimo was keenly aware of this change, seized this fleeting flaw, opened his mouth and bit down on Hoffman Iron Fist's body.

Several pieces of automatic defense magic equipment came into play, but none of them could block Geronimo's sharp teeth.

The dragon's sharp teeth pierced the body of Hoffman Iron Fist. The monk, who was unable to wear heavy armor, was reduced to a ball of flesh after losing the protection of his energy.

Hoffman Iron Fist still wanted to struggle, but the dragon's teeth seemed to be poisonous, paralyzing him after piercing his body.

The sharp claws tore through the body of Hoffman Iron Fist, blood fell from the air, and the silver-gray iron fist fell to the ground together.

Geronimo crazily devoured the flesh and blood of this legendary strongman, sparing no bones.

His body grew again and began to look more and more like a giant dragon, but Geronimo felt more intense hunger: "Not enough, still not enough, I need to eat more legends!"