Chapter 151: Motarian
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According to the survivors, the hideous monster hidden in the sea of forest, with extremely large size, and incredibly fast, it is like a gale of death, where the figure passed, the nearby giant trees, are crazy shaking their own branches and leaves, emitting a ghastly sound of moshing.
In an instant, the entire logging squad, and a large number of horses responsible for transport, fell in a pool of blood laced with horrible poison, and those who survived, did not even know what it was that attacked them!
"Huge size, extremely high speed, sharp claws and teeth, enough terrifying power to dent the chest cavity, and a deadly poison ------ Well, and the most important one, inhabiting the forest, what monster meets this criterion?"
Pinehurst frowned, the unknown forest to the west was the closest to Skerritt's Yew and the richest source of timber. It is vital for future development, the Blood Fury Clan, cannot give up control of this timber resource point.
However, the army in the dimly lit dense forest can not be spread, and the other side has an extremely good concealment ability, bring the whole army to surround, it is likely to be hiding in the shadows of the monster one by one, a little bit eaten.
Then, only a small group of elite can be formed to get information about the monster first. In addition to the prim and proper rouge blazing horse, and the playful arcane pale warlock, Pinehurst, also need some powerful teammates.
The first to join the party was his own Drow teacher: Henneville. As a proficient in plastic energy and spells, up to eleven level of female warlock, her spell casting ability, the entire blood rage clan - when Pinehurst stepped into her tent, the high elf slave, a played out look, long hair disheveled, unclothed, cowering in the corner of the tent, while whimpering, while shivering.
Then, there was the Marauder Centurion in the cloak of eagle feathers: Curonian, who, even when extended to the entire council, was one of the most powerful scouts, athletic and experienced.
From the dense herpes on the wounded, with the stench of thick water everywhere, the creature is a good user of poison, then there must be some countermeasures against the toxin.
Under the orders and pressure of the acting chief, Asana, who was preaching among the Goths, reluctantly removed her white robe to reveal a heavy chainmail armor that shone with cold light. The accompanying hammer-bearers immediately presented the gallant priestess with a hard-headed hammer, a round iron-plated wooden shield, and a wooden crossbow with a greatly reduced poundage.
There are quite a few Centaur druids, but there are only two characters who have reached level nine and ignore toxins: the Chosen Descendant of the Golden Crawler Clan, and Abhors of the Dead Bone Clan.
So, Peinhus contacted the Southern Chief of Dead Bones through the communication network of the poet dead.
Abhors happened to be bored staying in the south, the rescue of the wounded was at an end, and praying towards Skerritt all day long, still as in previous years, no news. Therefore, when the bored dead bone chief, after hearing that a monster has appeared in the north that is enough to threaten the safety of his best friend, he immediately took the form of a gray falcon and flew to Peinhos in just one day.
Reunited after a long time, the Blood Fury Clan hosted a large banquet to welcome their old friend. Prepare for the action to begin early tomorrow morning.
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The next day, the crowd woke up leisurely under the earth-shattering noise of the Thunder Spear alarm clock. They packed their belongings and went to the forest located in the western part of the fortress.
Thousands of strong and powerful ancient trees, standing quietly under the golden morning sun. The brown trunk is covered with dense grooves and lines, as if some kind of obscure ancient incantations, endless green leaves, forming a spectacular vaulted canopy, rustling under the first breeze in the morning.
Thousands of vines, above the surface of the forest, grow recklessly. They stretch and twist their long, tender green tentacles, winding up a huge tree trunk. The viper-like verdant, full of tiny leaves of the carcass, blooming with large nests of delicate and beautiful nameless flowers, a mass of small snowy green flowers, forming a spectacular sea of light purple flowers, stretching to the end of the view.
The six of them moved forward carefully in this sea of secluded forest and flowers. Looking up, a branch of trees with lush foliage, interlaced. Twisted together, stacked hundreds of thousands of layers of tender green leaves, almost blocking the golden sunlight from the sky, so that the forest deep in the crowd, as if in the dim bottom of the sea, through the forest of birds, but also as swept through the ocean of happy fish.
"Something is wrong, this is not a naturally formed forest, the traces of late modification are too obvious." Abu Hoss looked down at the delicate flowers everywhere under his hooves and unconsciously gripped the wooden handle of his scythe. The ferocious tyrant rat sitting on his shoulder also bared its four sharp incisors
"Such as?" The rouge blazing horse alertly drew her strung heavy crossbow. Being female and barbarian at the same time made her intuitive, several times more so than the other men and horses.
"Chief Christina, look, the branches and leaves of ordinary trees are lush in the south than in the north, but these ancient trees, as if pruned by an obsessive-compulsive disorder, are forced to become symmetrical on both sides for the sake of beauty.
And, honestly, which jungle have you seen the ground, not littered with dead branches and leaves? And densely packed with fungus? This forest, it's actually full of bright snowy green flowers - I asked myself to be very knowledgeable, and I've never seen such lavender weird flowers."
"Whew--"
Suddenly, a gale swept over the heads of the crowd, thousands of green leaves, dancing wildly in the storm their thin bodies, like a turquoise monstrous waves. At the top of the forest surging! The deafening sound of the leaves dancing, in the depths of the deep, dark forest back and forth, so that everyone's heartbeat accelerated, the cold hairs stand up!
"What is that thing just now? What a big noise! So fast!" Henneville looked back and forth nervously.
"Ask the animals that live in the forest." Abhors raised a pale gray arm and tried to summon the birds and animals of the forest - but none of the thousands of birds of prey that soared through the sea of trees, perched on top of branches, and hovered around the centaurs nearby, responded to the druid's call.
"Peinhus, you came to this forest just to obtain wood, right?" In the midst of an awkward silence, a cold sweat dripped down from the forehead of the Chief of Dead Bones.
"That's right." The pale centaur nodded.
"Give it up - hundreds of birds of prey near us are controlled by a more powerful being! They are all eyes and ears of that unknown being, scouts! The moment we set foot in the forest, we were exposed to that thing's eyes! Such tactics are unheard of! It's not worth pissing off an existence of this caliber for the sake of some wood!!!"
With cold hands and feet and shivering, Abhors hissed and growled, "Hurry up! Get out before we go too deep-"
Chief withered bones before the words fell, that lurked in the sea of ghostly forest flowers in the terror of stalking, then sensed the intention of the six people want to go, countless willowy black shadow, suddenly jumped from the depths of the canopy, will be surrounded by people and horses! The crowd fixed their eyes, actually fourteen ------ long-eared elves?
"With hair between pale yellow and reddish copper, and a physique closer to that of a lanky human than a slender elf - they are wood elves." Henevele quickly identified her distant relatives. "But how did these people come to be here? Hundreds of years ago, the wood elves all migrated west, eventually settling in Gaul, Britain, etc.-there was no sign of these guys in the East hundreds of years ago!"
Fourteen healthy and beautiful wood elf girls. They did not pay any attention to the surprise of the visitors. They gently plucked the strings in their hands, playing the classical music of hundreds of years ago. A clean face, like the dead who have lost their life, cold without a trace of emotion.
Pinehurst vigilantly watched the development of events. Accompanied by classical elven music, a gnarled ancient wood, twisting their pale brown bodies, into a huge chaise longue, thousands of vines, like a sea of snakes, wriggling their delicate bodies full of flowers, embellished with this primitive, yet huge wooden throne.
"Whew--"
Terrifying gale, once again swept over the heads of all people, accompanied by thousands of leaves, like a mountain overturning the sea, deafening trembling sound, a blood-curdling terrifying pressure, covered the heads of all!
"I remember, I remember!!!" Abhors used the sacrificial scythe in his hand as a crutch before he could barely keep his standing posture amidst the great terror that struck him straight in the heart. However, dripping sweat instantly wet his six limbs. The chief shoulders of the ferocious tyrant mouse, is like a sieve shivering, soon, will be foaming at the mouth, two eyes rolled over, fell directly to the ground, fainted!
Magnus seemed to be unaffected by anything, but the little red-skinned devil, who felt a great threat, did not hesitate to invisible in place and was nowhere to be found.
"Huge size, terrifying speed, lethal toxin, excellent hiding ability, and this suffocating pressure ------ hell! There is a green dragon coiled deep in this forest!"
"PAIN!!! Torment!!!"
A raspy and thick wave of horrible sound, in the sea of forest set off ten thousand waves of fury! The gale was wrapped with verdant leaves and purple petals, drifting around in the dark forest sea.
The dragon hidden in the sea of forest, step by step, destroying the minds of people and horses. The surrounding air, under the oppression of the dragon's might, like the sea as deep and heavy. Forced the crowd to lower their proud heads, bent long hooves, six limbs covered with cold sweat, all the bones, also creaked under the terrifying pressure!
Along with the ancient chorus of fourteen wood elves, the surrounding trees twisted and deformed because of the will of the green dragon, giving way to a wide passage, as if they were loyal soldiers, standing on both sides of the road, allowing a huge and terrifying emerald green dragon shadow, accompanied by a raging gale, to fly from afar.
"My hatred burns in the void! The world is twisted and turned upside down with my will! Those humble kingdoms will tremble in my fury! In the end, all will submit to my wings! I am Mortarion! I am the master of this forest!"
Emerald green terrifying dragon, slowly descended on top of the ancient tree throne that was covered by a sea of vines and flowers. Find a most comfortable position, curled up in the snowy green sea of flowers. The wings that cover the sky, slowly contracted in the abdomen, a dorsal fin that follows the dragon's spine, extending from the top of the head to the tip of the tail, like the sail of a wooden boat, gently swaying in the gale.
The green dragon that is covered with clear verdant dragon scales, long and soft neck, like a terrifying python, in the forest winding and wriggling, so that the hideous and horrible dragon head, closer and closer to the crowd. Like a needle sharp vertical pupils, flashing elusive different profound light.
"Two Centaur chiefs, visiting my garden at the same time ------ is really a rare guest." After feeling that he had filled up the pusher, Motarian was satisfied to put away his blood-curdling horror of the dragon's might. Like a poisonous snake like forked red tongue, in his hideous and gruesome blood basin mouth, slowly wriggling. Choking chlorine gas, also along his sharp teeth crevices, spread outward. Let a line of people, coincidentally covered their mouths and noses.
Chapter 152: The Sea of Flowers in the Forest
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The two hearts in Christina's body, beating wildly at an incredible speed, like two high-intensity operation of the flesh and blood pump, so that the blood flow rate increased several times, like a crimson wave, madly washing her six limbs and hundred bones, white skin, slowly turned into a shocking rouge face, red fingers, clutching the ancient axe blade, a battle stance ready to go.
Hell ------ everyone thought the forest, just some tricky monsters appeared, but, that is just trouble, blood rage chief although give it a high enough importance, but subconsciously, still treat this operation, as a hunting activity to promote feelings and sharpen skills.
But ------ and who could have expected that this place is actually coiled with a green true dragon?
Asana's body was drenched in cold sweat, the thousands of iron rings of heavy chain armor, along with her trembling torso clattered, the barbarian priest unconsciously took a step back, in Veselius Fortress, the green-skinned orcs bipedal flying dragon, had left an indelible psychological shadow on her.
Those monsters, like a hideous and horrible messenger of death, soaring above the dim sky, huge wings, completely blocked the bright moonlight. Where the figure passed, all a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood! Under the sharp teeth and claws, even the hardest riveted locking armor, will be torn out of a blood-drenched ghastly fissure!
However, those bloated and clumsy bipedal flying dragons, compared with the emerald green real dragon perched on the throne in front of you, is like a small flying insect, and the athletic falcon.
Henneville looked at the dragon in front of her with great interest. Egypt underground, living countless head of abominable face of the dark deep dragon, and Droll elves maintain a good alliance. Successive generations of Augustus, also tamed, enslaved a whole mountain range, the IQ of ⑨ white dragon.
However, this kind of limbs slender, covered with scales, like young leaves like emerald green elegant giant dragon, she still witnessed for the first time. Well, the scales have turned emerald green, the body is also quite huge, even if not adult, I'm afraid it has lived ** ten years.
"This forest is almost completely corrupted by him - a complete loss of location and a bit of a problem to really fight."
Curonia slowly bent his hoof and picked up his eagle companion from the ground, stunned by the dragon's might, cautiously surveying his surroundings and reckoning where the battle might go.
"Something is not right, this green dragon but with the most brutal means, slaughtered a whole logging team, now, why put on a welcoming posture? Wait, he instantly identified two centaur chiefs ------ this is too bizarre how to think, could it be that this dragon, has been in some kind of contact with the council?!"
Icy sweat, instantly crawled Pinehurst's spine. The emerald green dragon, the gentle, wise vertical pupils inside, seems to be hidden by thousands of skeletons, piled up by the mountain of blood.
Motari reclined on top of the ancient tree throne, as if watching the ants, proudly looking down at the people on the ground.
With this green dragon as the center, one after another scarlet, evil blood-colored stamen, as if vicious, twisted tentacles of flesh and blood, surrounded by layers of pale purple petals, accompanied by every poisonous breath of Mortarian, wildly swaying their blasphemous, horrible abomination body!
When the green dragon's heavy breathing, sweeping through the light purple flowers from the time, the snowy blue pale petals, and even reveal a mass of dark skull patterns.
"Mighty Lord of the Phantom Forest and Sea of Flowers, please forgive our rude offense, we did not know that this forest, is your garden." Abhos bowed humbly. Trying to avoid a conflict.
"Whew--"
Motarian, that is like a viper like slender, elegant neck, slowly sliding through the sea of light purple flowers dancing wildly, emitting a burst of creepy moshing sound. In a flash, Pinehurst, Christina, Curonia, Henneville, Asana, the five people on the side of Abhors, exploded into a mass of light purple flowers flying in the sky!
"Do not be surprised, the chief of the dry bones, mortals will be one after another from the moment they set foot in my garden. Lost in a sea of roaming forest, I just weave some false illusions, so that the universal Patriarch of the Centaurs ------ sorry, too much linguistics easy to string words, should be the religious sacrifices of the Centaurs, will not be on the journey, for lack of compatriots and panic."
"Where are the others!"
Seeing that the fight could not be avoided, Abhors wielded the ritual scythe oozing with seven kinds of toxins, cutting a sharp arc in the air. The left hand, too, reached for the waist, storing the package of spellcasting items.
Suddenly, fourteen lifeless wood elf women, who looked like puppets, stopped playing, fell to their knees, raised their hands above their heads, and chanted in an extremely pompous trill!
"Black shadows cover the sky! Extreme cold engulfs! Brothers and sisters in arms against each other! The pale steed crowned as king!"
Abhors slowly lowered the scythe in his hand, a pair of beautiful turquoise eyes, full of fear and unease, this is a fragment of prophecy passed down from generation to generation by the Dead Bone Ritual! He only told Chief Gold Crawler, and the Blood Fury Clan's Pinehurst! He had been in distress. These two, who, in fact, is the king who is prophesied to lead them to rise to power?
But why would this dragon, know the prophetic fragments that are almost top secret within the Centauri?
Looking at the centaur chieftain engulfed in fear and panic in front of him, Mortarian's huge evil vertical pupils narrowed pleasantly into a golden waning moon.
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At the same time, the other five people who were on its side, also watched in horror as their teammates beside them, exploded into a sky of flying light purple petals. Six-headed Mortarion, wriggling above the huge and robust body. In the depths of the phantom forest flower sea, at the same time with six people, explaining what happened to them.
"So ------ after you slowly scattered our group, you created five illusions and conversed with six people at the same time?" The knowledgeable Henneville recognized the emerald green illusion in front of her.
Like black jade like a smooth and delicate palm above, a burning flames of the sky, gradually extinguished into a tiny wisp of smoke. Because too much tension, and tense muscles, also slowly relaxed.
This dragon in front of you is just a pretend phantom. Himself, safe for the time being.
"So, let me guess, one of our party is very ------ special to you, your true self, and is talking to him/her, so which one of the horses is it that actually arouses the interest of a giant dragon? Or is it ------"
The Drow elves glanced around at the wood elf choir and spoke with some hesitation.
"Could it be that you have your eye on that human girl??"
Chapter 153: The mouth and the sword
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Henneville quietly surveyed the green dragon in front of her. Motarian than other adult dragons more sturdy appalling. Bone white tusks and claws, obviously thicker than the same kind of circle, the surface is even distributed a dark green dull lines, sharp claw tips, occasionally oozing a drop of dark green sticky venom.
The emerald green scales that encased the dragon's wings and tail were also more dense and thicker than the rest. Motarian these natural weapons, it seems that he was exercised, strengthened, and even mutated to a horrible degree - the warlockess swore that his fangs and claws, definitely like the teeth of a viper, had a small slit in the middle, connected to the poison glands in his body. Otherwise, there is no reason that can explain the gruesome scene of his claws and teeth dripping with poison.
But who, then, can transform a green dragon so appallingly?
"I separated you for a reason, black bean sprout. Care for a drink? My servant with forest honey, freshly brewed honey wine."
Motarian's phantom, curled comfortably on top of the throne, yawned in boredom, and where the slightly toxic breath passed, countless tiny scarlet stamens, swollen and twisted into countless profane and horrible tentacles of flesh and blood, dancing wildly under the cluster of snowy green petals.
After hearing the green dragon from the depths of the throat, issued a low roar, several sluggish wood elves, also trembling to lift out a huge vat of honey wine, the leader of the wood elves hands together, reverently chanting the sacred incantation, will be a firewood, reshaped into the shape of a wine glass. From the vat, held a cup of fragrant wine, and slowly came towards the Drow elves.
This phantom can not only make sounds, but also secrete toxins ------
Henneville slowly took a step back, smooth and delicate left hand, quietly from the waist package, pulled out a small piece of transparent white glue, she softly chanted a spell, so that her graceful and slender body, gradually disappeared in the green dragon's vision.
"Catch her! Don't let that black bean sprout get away!"
Mortarion angrily straightened up his long and lanky hulk from his throne and let out a low roar of terror. The wood elves, controlled by the corruption, pulled out their tiny recurve bows and daggers and scattered in all directions, searching for the Draconic elves.
However, Henneville did not run away, she instead rushed to the green dragon's throne, in front of Motarian's stunned vertical pupils, revealed her original form. With her hands raised upward, a surging torrent of arcane magic immediately erupted in all directions with her as the center! Where the arcane tide passes, all magic is immediately disturbed and destroyed!
A twisted and profane flesh and blood tentacles back into crimson stamens, the ancient tree throne straighten up their own furrowed body, back to the sky covered with giant trees, the green dragon that almost no different from the body of the ghastly phantom, but also by the torrent of arcane, washed into the sky flying snow green petals.
Seeing such a phenomenon. The manipulated and corrupted wood elves immediately turned backwards, like ghosts of the forest, and sped through the vine complex, shooting a sharp arrow forged from the monster's fangs as they ran.
Henneville scrambled down in a sea of pale purple flowers, rolled several times in distress, dodged a deadly round of arrows, and huddled behind a giant tree, hastily chanting a mysterious incantation. By the time the wood elves killed her, the dark, delicate body of the Drowel elves, once again merged with the forest and was nowhere to be found.
"Damn it! Why is there an adult green dragon dormant in this barbaric land ------ Even with two toxin-immune men and horses, we don't have the slightest chance of winning. Go back to Skerritt's Yew first to gather reinforcements!"
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"Tch, let her slip, why this barbaric land, there will be a well-informed black bean sprouts, demolished my spells ------ forget it, a small mole just."
Motarian frowned slightly, then returned to normal, in a refined and easygoing tone, talking to the pale centaur in front of him, with a demonic forked red tongue, like a ruddy viper, wriggling deftly inside the hideous and ghastly dragon cavity.
"Black shadows cover the sky, extreme cold engulfs the sky, brothers and sisters war against each other, and pale steeds are crowned as kings. You, Peinhus, are the new king of the prophecy."
"Why, you know so much about the inner workings of the Centaur." Pinehurst became more and more wary inside. An unheard of dragon that knew himself, and two Centaur chiefs, was bizarre enough, and he even knew about the prophecy ------ According to Abhors, there were no more than ten fingers who knew about it!
"Ho--"
Motarian did not answer his question, but from the depths of his throat, a raspy low growl, the pale centaur side, immediately out of a few dazed wood elves, they trembled to carry out a jar of freshly brewed honey wine, for Pinehurst, offering a cup of aromatic golden wine.
The pale centaur took the honey wine from the wood elf's hand, but did not have the slightest thought of drinking it. When he saw the lifeless puppets, a terrible thought, slowly crept into his mind.
"Does it mean that some people within the council ------ have long been corrupted by this green dragon? Like the elves in front of their own eyes, reduced to his puppets and playthings?"
"But, pale horse, you lack sufficient power to rival the other Daughter of Prophecy - yes, according to the prophecy, both of you can lead your people, to rejuvenation. But a nation, cannot tolerate two kings!
On the army, the Golden Crawler clan has more than ten thousand personnel, half of the clan is clad in iron armor, and the magic equipment is countless. In terms of strength, the God's Chosen descendants use all their cards, and in a fight to the death, they can even hit the legend hard, you don't have time for that, pale horse."
Motarian's words, as if some kind of sweet poison, golden vertical pupils, also blossomed out of the channel imperceptible ripples of arcane magic, slowly decaying, eroding the warlock's thinking.
"But, we can make a deal. I will give you enough power, even enough armies, so that you can defeat the chief of the Golden Crawler clan, and subsequently unify the entire council, and forge for you, and for me, an army, great enough to conquer the entire grassland."
"I ------" Painehurst faltered slightly.
"Just think, nine proud chiefs, humble prostration under your hooves, a million hectares of pasture, mountains of livestock, all your personal wealth, tens of thousands of centaur soldiers, wildly shouting the name of Pinehurst, madly crushing all your enemies! What a wonderful future that will be."
Mortarian used illusion to show the pale centaur a picture of the future. In the illusion, the bloody skeleton banner, sweeping every city and village above Gredinian, he stood in front of a dying, pale green giant wolf, raising high the sharp axe in his hand!
"I ------"
Under the double corruption of the green dragon's words and magic, Pinehurst fell deeper and deeper into this perfect illusion, his dark eyes completely covered by greed, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Just as he was about to accept Mortarian's terms, an angry roar suddenly came from afar! A scarlet wisp of appalling blood mist pierced through the dense canopy of the pale trees and shot straight up to the clouds. The thick, fishy-sweet scent of blood washed away the tantalizing scent of flowers that was wrapped in a faint poisonous gas.
Christina's Scarlet Rage?
Along with the sky's blood-colored flame, the green dragon's movements and spells, instantly stalled, the whole dragon is like a mosaic of bright green painting, become abnormally blurred, every move is also like a dropped frame of animation, body movements become more and more ghostly, distorted.
The heavy axe blade, accompanied by a chilling whistling sound, cut a sharp curve in the air and cut fiercely on top of Motarian's dragon claws!
"Pfft."
The axe blade did not encounter any obstacle, easily embedded in the green dragon's flesh and blood inside, the skin opened the broken scales, skin and flesh, as well as the rushing dragon blood, instantly turned into snowy green soft petals, in the depths of the dark forest flower sea, wilfully flying.
With this attack, the phantom, which almost collapsed, also exploded into a cloud of elegant, plain pale purple petals that floated away in the wind in front of Pinehurst's eyes.
"Christina!"
Pinehurst let out a panicked roar, four slender and athletic pale horse hooves, immediately into a burst of ghostly stigmata, huge handsome monster body, like a mixed with thousands of frost and snow winter storm, without hesitation rushed to the depths of the forest sea.
Chapter 154: The evil dragon with green scales
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Time moves forward slightly.
Motarian weaved five subtle phantoms, dragging the five, while the real one assumed a majestic and ghastly posture and descended proudly in front of Christina.
The blood curdling intimidating dragon power, like a thick ocean, almost crushed the body and soul of the rouge horse, blooming turquoise vines, like a snowy green python, snaking around the Blood Fury Chief, spitting out countless blood-colored tentacles with abominable faces!
"With you as a hostage, my white puppet, perhaps, will be more obedient."
Mortarion will be his own as a dragon arrogance, the best display, fierce aura, like a calm sea, suddenly set off a ten thousand waves, will be in despair of the ship swallowed, rolled away, and sank to the deepest bottom.
"ROAR!!!"
Dripping with sweat, almost crushed by the dragon's might, the blood rage chief, like a female beast in a desperate situation, issued a desperate roar, accompanied by the deafening sound of the beating heart, Christina's fair skin, suddenly turned into a shocking blood face, the body surface temperature rose rapidly, the body full of cold sweat, steaming into a blood-colored flame, straight to the clouds!
The blood-colored pupils that were as bright as rubies were now, only endless madness remained. The battle axe in her hand, with her as the center, swung out a beautiful arc, cutting off countless profane vines.
"What the hell-"
Motarian frowned, the district of a horse and man, actually carried the gas fierce - forget it, the hostage well, leave a mouthful of good, crippled also does not matter.
Thinking of this, the green dragon raised its long and robust forearm high. Dripping with venom, unusually thick dragon claws, in the air through a harsh arc, and a burning blood-colored flames of the two-handed battle axe, fierce collision!
"BOOM!!!"
Christina agilely dodged the incoming poisonous claws, wielding a heavy battle axe with both hands, viciously slashed between the fingers of Motarian's two dragon claws. With an ear-splitting roar, Mortarian did not move, rouge blazing horse, but staggered back several steps.
The opponent's dragon scales, like indestructible steel, the horrible reaction force along the axe handle, immediately cracked her sweet red palm, hot blood, almost instantly by the horrible high temperature of the body surface, evaporated into a red mist.
However, this powerful axe, also cut the dragon relatively small emerald green fine scales, between his fingers, a shallow wound.
Motarian probed a forked evil red tongue and gently licked his wounds - the shallow wounds, surprisingly, healed as fast as they could be seen with the naked eye!
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"Peinhus! You're running in the wrong direction! Behind you is the East!"
Just as the pale man and horse were speeding along, the light at their sides suddenly distorted and deformed, revealing a black-skinned elf covered in mud and petals, extremely distressed, yet beautiful and beautiful.
"Something's happened to Christina! If we hadn't met the real body of that green dragon, a few wood elves in the district wouldn't have sent her into a berserk state in the first place!" The pale horse picked Henneville up by the waist and put her across the shoulder. Ready to continue to run forward.
"Put me down!!!" The female warlock's dark, demonic face was instantly white with fear at her student's actions. The voice line also unconsciously raised an octave. Fight with an adult dragon? Are you kidding me?
"No, the teacher is not timid and afraid."
Feeling a little out of her element, Henneville coughed gently. "You see, the six of us tied together, it is impossible to be a match for a dragon, and I am the only warlock who can use the arbitrary gate, as long as we leave this forest that blocks the view, I can rush back to the castle as fast as possible and call reinforcements back to save you! Don't you think so?"
"It's okay, you two go save the people, I'll call for reinforcements. I fly faster than the arbitrary gate." Suddenly, the light near the two of them distorted and deformed once again, showing a small devil covered in red. At the gnashing teeth of Henneville, revealing an impish smile.
"And, I admit I'm timid and afraid."
"The faster you fly, the better." Pinehurst rolled his eyes, anyway, he did not expect Magnus, have the guts to make a move on a dragon, immediately embraced the tearless female warlock, towards the deep jungle Mercedes. Christina's angry battle cry, the dragon's arrogant roar, and the frantic scraping sound of thousands of vines, in their ears more and more clear and loud!
"Put me down!!!" Henevele, who was picked up by the waist and turned pale, desperately pounded Pinehurst's back.
"Loyalty to you is the biggest mistake of my life! Even if you really want to fight an adult dragon, you have to do some preparation, right?"
"Like what?" Peinhus showed no sign of slowing down.
"First summon a few fighters and set a few life-saving spells. Draw up some more tactics! Remember! The dragon has the ability to intimidate all things, don't summon a bunch of cannon fodder! Summon the strongest one directly!" Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Henneville also resigned to her fate.
"Also, when did I teach you to rush directly into the eyes of the enemy and then cast spells slowly?"
"Also right." The anxious pale centaur stopped his galloping pace and mouthed the words, tugging at the arcane energy flowing through his blood and infusing it into a roll of tanned leather. Causing it to rise and swell into an invisible force field shield that gently shielded Pinehurst's six limbs.
Next, the acting chief tapped a [False Life], [Raise Resistance], and then used the melted wax liquid to construct a three-ring interlocking, between the rings, filled with profane words summoning spell formation, summoned a thin and bony, but all over the body, burning with the flames of hell hideous vicious dog. The throat deep in the eerie hellfire spewed out a horrible roar that seemed to come from hell.
Henneville while recalling the Imperial Academy taught dragon knowledge, while putting a [mage armor] and [enhance resistance] on himself, incidentally using arcane magic to make the candle melt and smear the ground into a from five rings embedded, more complex, huge, profane text more numerous summoning formation.
Along with a burst of arcane light, a horse-like huge, round and lovely bird beast, from the wax formation peeked out, its huge body, covered with beautiful feathers from brown to red gradient, the wings are pathetically small, I'm afraid there is little ability to fly, to support his movement, is four growth in the abdomen, slender, slender eagle claws, four sharp claws and the head of the huge beak, while flashing sharp metal Cold aura!
"------ Why is this walking chicken again." Looking at the comical creature in front of him, Pinehurst recalled some bad memories.
"It's the strongest creature I can summon, and he's quite terrifyingly resistant to magic, and should be able to resist that green dragon's illusions. And I was drunk that time, don't mention it again." The Draconic elf said with slight embarrassment.
"One more thing, don't use Ghoul's Touch and waste precious spell space and casting time, the gargoyle is immune to paralysis." Henneville suddenly changed language, delicate red lips, spitting out a section of evil raspy words of Purgatory.
The whole forest creatures, are the eyes and ears of the green dragon, trying to hide from him is an impossible thing, but that dragon may not know the language of Purgatory.
"I see." Peinhus understood it by heart. After hanging out with Magnus for so long, he had reached an introductory level to the Purgatory language.
The Draconian elf nodded in satisfaction. Another pulled out a few eagle feathers from the inside of the package, along with two loud eagle cries, for himself and Pinehurst, cast [Eagle's Might], so that the two people's charisma, in a certain period of time, has increased.
"I'll start with the battle plan, I'll use the deafness spell, you use the blindness spell, first of all, we have to nullify this dragon's vision and hearing, then send the summoned beast up to suppress, we both output in the back, use a spell, immediately change position, don't get close to him! That dragon is more stout than others of its kind, and its fangs and claws are thicker, so I'm afraid it's extremely good at close-quarters physical combat."
"Got it, that green dragon must be standing by for our sneak attack, but, he can't understand our plan! You stealth, I'll take the lead and charge out. If the dragon rushes towards me, you will attack from the flank, if he comes at me with a hair of highly toxic dragon breath ------ then I will let him understand what it means [surprise]."
"Okay, let's go." Henneville gritted her teeth, once again cast up an invisibility spell and disappeared into the forest sea.
Pinehurst touched the sorcery crown on top of his head, like a pale ghost, instantly rushed into the battlefield, as he expected, Mortalion has long found the whereabouts of the two, twenty feet away from the emerald green dragon, a slap away from the carmine horse in the way, a long deep breath, in his own direction, opened a bloody mouth covered with sharp fangs, dripping with poisonous liquid!
All of a sudden, the gale, tyrannical airflow, wrapped in corrosive poisonous gas, like a dark green wave of shock, from the mouth of the Mortarion gushing out!!!
Under the sweep of the wind, the flexible vines section by section broken, mountains of flowers, was crushed into the tiniest dust, even the gigantic trees, but also by the terrifying wind, tearing off a cut and an old bark!
Where the dragon's breath passed, the thick earth, are plowed into deep furrows, the soil was lifted into mid-air, turned into a sky of yellow sand! Revealed a section after section of the ancient tree roots climbing and staggering.
The poison wrapped in the gale is more like the hand of death, tearing apart the life of everything. One by one, the forest creatures wrapped in the dragon's breath, stiffened and fell off the tree branches. Hair, flesh and blood, and even hard bones, are visible to the naked eye, eroded by the toxin! Where the poison cloud passed, a giant tree withered and rotted!
Standing in the center of the dragon's breath, the first time to watch the dragon's breath Pinehurst, shocked at the picture of the catastrophe in front of him, as far as the field of vision, all the clouds, sweeping heaven and earth to the horror of the tide of poison! It seems like an apocalyptic scene of terror! Compared with the real dragon, the dragon bear gnome: the savage claw that spit, is simply a child's toy.
Chapter 155: The Clam of Life Renewal
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Pinehurst lamented the extreme horror of the apocalyptic scroll in front of him, and immediately turned around and ran - two cloaked golden devils above the nine devils dancing in the sorcery crown above his head, while flashing a dull glow of pink and green mixed with each other.
Motarian's corrosive spit, mixed with limb-paralyzing neurotoxins, to ensure that the prey stiffened and paralyzed inside the dark green cloud of poison, watching their own flesh and blood body, by the green dragon's breath, corroded into the white bones, and then dissolved, crumbling into the tiniest dust.
However, the neurotoxin was easily disintegrated by the emerald jade, and the spirit of the ghost, which gave the pale centaur unusual reflexes, allowed him to rush out of the whirling, surging wave of death at top speed!
"Henneville! Now is the time!" Peinhus forced himself to endure the severe pain and began to cast the spell.
He was a step too slow after all, and the dark green tide of poison flooded his hind hooves. Smooth and silky coat, instantly withered and withered, thick horse skin, also in a moment, was corroded by the dragon's breath, exposed a large area of delicate, damaged pink muscle, a little force, will feel the pain of the heart.
Thanks to a layer of life energy built by the arcane, to help him offset a certain amount of damage, not then I'm afraid the hoof is completely ruined.
"Got it, I'm your teacher, I don't need a reminder from a mere apprentice!"
A dark and lustrous phantom, accompanied by distorted light, suddenly appeared on the right side of the dragon, accompanied by an eerie and profane death chant, endless negative energy, gushing out of the palm of the Drow elves, into countless beams of fading light entangled by ghostly skeletons.
Thousands of ghosts hissed, wailed and whistled, piercing the dim air, frantically pouring into the side of the green dragon's brain, inside the hollow of the leather plate.
The world of Mortarion was instantly plunged into dead silence.
"ROAR!!!"
Suddenly attacked, the green dragon immediately wriggled his long neck like a poisonous snake, looked in the direction of the Drow elves, cold evil vertical pupils, filled with the light of hatred.
At this moment, Pinehurst strongly endured the dragon's breath corroded hind hooves, the pain like a burning flame, finished his spell, the second wave of light beams built by thousands of skeletons, whistling to tear the air, into the interior of Motarian's iris, for the pair of horrible vertical pupils, covered with a layer of blue shades of death.
"Bless the Spider Queen! Both spells successfully hit!!!"
Henneville wiped the sweat of fear that ran down her temples from looking directly at the green dragon itself, and scrambled to direct the monsters summoned to kill in Motarian's direction.
The hellhound clenched its tail, which was burning with flames, and looked at the emerald green dragon, which was huge in size and emitted an intimidating pressure, and trembled with fear and whimpered a low roar of resistance.
And the huge size of the parrot beast, barely resisted the intimidating dragon, the fat bird body a fierce lunge, two sharp claws like steel, in the solid surface of the dragon scales, scratching two white marks, sharp beak, and spit out a cloud of dense black smoke, instantly the two behemoths, enveloped in a suffocating black fog.
"Christina! This way! Hurry! Let's go!"
Numerous masses of creepy blood-colored mist, from the right hand of Pinehurst every pore drifted out. Like countless ethereal ghostly vipers, wriggling their sweet red bodies, wrapped around the pale centaur's five fingers, looking from afar, five thick, condensed blood mist, almost turned into five sharp scarlet blades.
Pinehurst called out his lover's name while pulling out a living frog from his package, wrapped in a blood mist of five fingers, gently stabbed into the amphibian's body, frantically drawing his life energy and feeding it into the warlock's six limbs, temporarily repairing his hind hooves corroded by the dragon's breath.
Since the realization of the spell [Vampire's Touch], the acting chief used to carry some small animals with him to act as his blood bottle.
After hearing her lover's voice, the rouge blazing horse, whose body was burning with a sky-rushing blood mist, also quickly approached Pinehurst. Her body, covered with scrapes and scratches, although very wretched, but no fatal injuries.
It seems that Mortarion was just monitoring the position of the two men and was not dealing fully with the man in front of him.
"Your concubine is rescued, now you can go!" In the distance, Henneville's voice trembled a little. "Do you really want to go to war with a giant dragon?"
Looking at the hellhounds lying on the ground not far away, shivering, and the rouge blazing horses covered with wounds, Pinehurst deeply recognized his own insignificance and nodded silently.
But at that moment, Motarian let out a furious roar, raging wind, along with each flap of his wings, blowing the crowd could not open their eyes, suffocating black fog, instantly blown away by the storm caused by the dragon wings, although the loss of vision and hearing, but the dragon that extremely keen sense of blindness, can still make Motarian, feel where the crowd!
"ROAR!!!"
With a blood curdling horrible dragon roar, with the front claws, beak, crazy attack on their own parrot beast, suddenly froze in place, can not move, the pupils turned incomparably dull.
In its subconscious mind, it was entangled in countless ancient trees and could not break free at all, therefore, it directly stopped all resistance, but ------ that everything was just an illusion brought to it by Motarian.
The green dragon smiled and stretched out a long, sturdy front claws, like an emerald-green python, biting hard on the body of the parrot beast, sharp claws, easily pierced, tearing the other side's gorgeous feathers, deeply into the body of the walking chicken inside, splashing a pool of crimson blood giant wave.
Mortarion, by some unknown evil god, slightly modified and mutated. Inside his head and limbs, additional venomous sacs grew, connected with fangs and claws - the natural weapons of these gargoyles - and a tiny hole was cut out in the middle, as if the fangs of a viper.
In the muscle squeeze, stored in the poison gland of the deadly poison, along with the green dragon hollow sharp claws, all injected into the body of the parrot beast inside, walking the ground chicken let out a cry of sorrow, slender four claws, violent trembling open, no longer able to support their huge body, and finally, powerlessly fell in the blood-stained flowers inside the sea.
"Talking to monsters and brutes is really a waste of time, I'll just use overwhelming power and conquer you."
The Motarian, who had lost his double sense, remained unusually calm. The ancient trees inside the sea of flowers, twisted ancient huge brown body, wriggling complex root system, accompanied by thorny vines full of snow green flower clusters, surrounded the vicinity, instantly turned into an impermeable tree cage, blocking the way of the crowd.
"Run to my side!"
In the distance, Henneville, once again summoned a torrent of arcane spells to scatter some of the evil dragon's spells. The two twisted and corrupted giant trees were restored to their original state, leaving the cage, partially porous.
However, this time Motarian's original body, was beside her. After feeling her magic, which was partially disarmed by the others, the emerald green evil dragon took a deep breath and repaired the broken come cage while aiming the dragon's kiss, which was full of highly poisonous fangs, in the direction of the Draconian warlock.
Henneville, drenched in cold sweat, examined her situation.
The hideous and gruesome Mortarion, straddling herself, brewing a poisonous spit that corrupts everything, and the deep forest cage behind her, is healing as fast as the eye can see, and the two half-man, half-horse monsters, are at least a hundred feet away from her - she has no time to keep waiting.
Desperate, Drow elves sharply breathing heavier and heavier, the heart almost jumped out of the throat, lavender eyes inside, round pupils, become more and more slender, sharp.
"I've had a lot of fun spending time with you."
Henneville towards his students, regretfully waved his hand, narrow vertical pupils, fixed on the outside of the cage of the dark forest flowers, delicate lips, quickly chanting arcane incantations, in the corrosive dragon breath, into a dark green wave that covers the sky, will be completely submerged in the moment, in the air to tear out a dark doorway, disappeared in the line of sight of Pinehurst.