"Oooooooh..."
"There, it's okay, it's okay already..." Holding the petite body that let out a loud cry in his arms tightly, Eleazar gently comforted, but in his heart there was an equal pang of fear.
That magic potion was so terrible that he didn't feel a thing when he drank it, it was as if he was still alive, slowly luring him to drink all of it without a single drop, accumulating the equilibrium to an irreversible stage before violently erupting into a sudden change.
He was so close to being ruined...
"There was a little accident, but luckily, the promotion always succeeds..."
A figure slowly drifted down, and looking into the reproachful eyes, Eleazar smiled helplessly.
Fina huffed and slowly reached out her arms to embrace and squeeze the witch out of the way.
They embraced each other after the robbery, enjoying the infinite beauty of life until there was a shaking from the ground.
A turquoise body slowly stepped out of the miasma.
The three of them twisted their heads, and before they could react, the lizardmen army suddenly all fled.
The giant beast slowly stepped in, like a building tall body full of oppression, although there was no intimidating dragon power, it also exuded an ancient aura, and the body surface was full of palm-sized dark green scales, I don't know where it crawled out from, the sludge of the swamp was slowly flowing, three slender collar necks stood proudly, and three horrifying heads like a giant python, their mouths were slowly chewing on prey caught on the road, casting six relentless lines of sight.
The legendary swamp beast, the nine-headed dragon!
It was attracted to the White Dragon's aura and sensed that the Lord of the Swamp's position was being provoked, so it did not hesitate to answer the battle.
The nine-headed dragon was the totem beast that all the swamp tribes worshiped, so it was no wonder that those lizardmen trembled even more when they saw it than when they saw the white dragon.
"Don't be afraid, it hasn't evolved nine heads yet, it's not a mythical creature yet!"
Listening to the fleeing commotion coming from behind him, and the madness of those hissing as they ran, Eleazar steadied himself.
Reaching out his hand, he took the Holy Crystal from Fina, and then very carnally split two rays of light and injected them into the Cursed Armor, restoring his body to its full strength.
Even if it was a three-headed dragon, it was still an ancient-level legendary creature and this time it needed to go all out!
Looking at the only 3 silver swords left in the space, Eleazar pulls one out and grips it, his eyes blinking, his expression momentarily empty, with only a hint of ghostly coldness remaining.
The two women who had already dodged away saw a cold silver light sweeping out of the snowflakes spilling down from the sky.
The three-headed dragon coldly raised its front foot and stomped.
"Boom!!!"
A circle of dark green poisonous gas that withered everything erupted from the mud that rose high like a mountain peak.
The wave of air that was like a nova erupting depressed the mud of the swamp by a layer, instantly spreading all over the field.
Evelea quickly ducked behind the warlock's evil energy barrier before the two lifted off together.
By the time she spat out the swamp water plants and climbed up, the veins on her skin were already revealing a deep green color, looking back, her army was instantly poisoned in its entirety, and none of them had survived.
Those tribal warriors wailed as their hair fell off little by little, their pores seeped out deep green ink, then their bones melted, their features collapsed, and they planted themselves in the mud and turned into a puddle of something like a Slime, writhing for a long time before completely dying, and their corpses erupted into a green poisonous mist at the same time.
The king's daughter, who was also heavily poisoned, stumbled and ran.
"Master, help me!!!"
In fact, her master was in trouble himself.
Evelea gritted her teeth and tossed her a zap of a high level antidote potion before raising her cannon and first crumpling the poisoned warlock beside her, who was already unsteady on his feet, before taking it against her chin and killing herself as well.
"Bang! Bang!"
In the end, the only one left on the field was the King's Daughter with dark green tears constantly flowing from the corners of her eyes, who desperately drank antidote potion after antidote potion, until she was able to save her little life after she was grabbed by the reborn warlock by the back of her collar and soared up, and was thrown far away from the field.
"Cough cough!"
The entire swamp seemed to have turned into a roiling green poisonous fog, with everything inside withering away.
...
"Ka-ching!"
Raising his hand, he allowed the dragon head to crush his arm with a single bite, and the silver light rushed up to the sky, severing one of the dragon heads.
"Once..."
Witcher, who backed away with a tattered arm, looked coldly at the three-headed dragon that had quickly respawned a head.
In this ancient species, each growth of a head can increase the ability to regenerate once, stacked on top of each other, when it grows to nine heads, it will take a full nine hundred and ninety-one strikes to completely kill, under the same rank, there is almost no species that dares to fight with them, and they can miss countless times, while you only need to fall into the abyss once.
And at that moment, those three-headed dragons were gnawing at each other, seemingly blaming that head for just wasting an opportunity to be reborn.
They appeared to be coaxing internally, but that huge body was twisting like lightning, and the thick dragon tail broke through the air and flung itself, breaking the sky with a stone!
"BOOM!!!"
The place was instantly cleared out, and the mud that had been plowed up splashed more than ten meters high, churning out like a giant wave.
And with that black humanoid already gone, the three-headed dragon spread out and stared for a moment, then suddenly all of them cast off their heads and nibbled toward the side of their bodies.
Buzz!
Broken silver light blossomed like moonlight as first three heads flew up, and then Witcher's body plummeted into pieces, split by a triple tear.
The reborn and resurrected three-headed dragon hissed up to the sky and stomped the shattered corpse under its feet, proclaiming its unshakeable supremacy in the swamp.
Tik-Tok Tik-Tok...
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A huge force came from the bottom of his feet, and the three-headed dragon, who couldn't be suppressed with all his strength, roared angrily and staggered back a few steps.
"Four times!"
Witcher, also reborn, looked at them with an icy gaze.
The boiling blood qi in his body also plunged into icy coldness with every bit of it, and with the endless cold qi emanating out around him, the world felt as if it had been frozen.
Falling flowers drift down like a dreamy swamp...
Drifting into the deep corrupted earth...
Slowly, gently, quietly.
vanish into nothingness...
The three-headed dragon was covered in ice, its frosted bones quivering.
Before those blinking pupils were frozen, they saw him descend from the endless snow.
"Seven times!!!"
Holding the Frost Blade that seemed as if an endless glacial spread could be swung with a single flick, Witcher decapitated the thoroughly solidified three-headed dragon.
This time, it only had two heads left to burrow out, all covered in frost so frozen that it couldn't move, and as far as the eye could see, it was an endless white frost as if the swamp had ceased to exist.
"ROAR!!!"
The two poisonous spits that had spared their lives came spewing out heavily.
The white frosty blade cut through the poisonous mist without any pause, picking off the two terrified dragon heads heavily, causing the splattered dark green blood to gush from the sky.
"Slumber, Lord of the Swamp!"
[Residual magic potion: 97,800→87,800]