Garos The dragon wings were lifted up and photographed like the sky was falling.
Half-Blood Centaur tensed up, and stepped down with her hoofs. Before they even touched the ground, she made an air-explosion sound, making her change direction as fast as an afterimage, avoiding the slap of the dragon wings.
The cyan airflow formed a small wing-like shape and appeared at her ankles.
She flapped her wings and walked through the air. Each time she stepped into the air, a small ball of air exploded. She burst out at full speed. The silver giant sword slashed at Red Iron Dragon again and again, but all of them were intercepted by its claws.
Clang clang clang!
The weapon strengthened by the wind blade spell collided with the dragon's claw, and sparks flew everywhere.
The sword dance of Elvie formed an afterimage, and there was a fighting rhythm of the Flowing Water Dragon Realm.
But what she finds incredible is that Red Iron Dragon has such a strong and majestic body, but has an almost ridiculous reaction speed. The claw strikes also bring up afterimages all over the sky. Every collision makes Half-Blood Centaur's arms tremble, making it difficult to compete.
After another collision.
Elvie's wings suddenly spread out, and with a wave of strong wind, the figure soared into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, she stopped high in the sky, raised the giant sword above her head, and her whole body lit up with a strong white light, as if she had turned into a small white sun, lighting up a piece of the night sky.
A sacred and pure temperament arises spontaneously.
The white blazing light began to compress and adhere to the sword's edge, eventually forming a majestic sword light that was more than ten meters long and condensed into substance.
She formed a seal with her left hand, creating a cyan hurricane attached to her wings.
She grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands at the same time, flapped her wings, and dived at high speed.
At this time, Half-Blood Centaur seemed to have turned into a meteor, trailing a blue-white trail behind it, and hit Garos.
"Interesting."
Garos blinked his eyes, supported his body on his strong hind legs, and stood upright.
The moment the sword light edge with indestructible potential fell, it was grasped accurately by the protruding right claw.
Red Iron Dragon grabbed the sword light with terrifying physical strength. The collision of magic and power exploded a circular air wave, and the ground suddenly sank and collapsed downwards.
Click--collapse!
The sword light shattered into pieces and turned into shards of light as white as rain.
Elvie was thrown away by the shock wave that erupted at close range, and fell heavily to the ground. When he stood up again, the light on his body had dimmed, and his face was much pale.
"Great Lord of Crimson Wings, your power amazes me, and I am willing to follow you under your dragon wings."
Half-Blood Centaur knelt on the ground and said in awe.
She has exhausted her skills.
Throughout the entire battle, Garos basically responded passively and did not launch ferocious attacks, but even so, she was helplessly defeated.
"You're very nice."
Garos said.
This Elvie is very young, and Life Level is not as high as the previous commanders, but in a real fight, she is definitely better than the other two commanders.
Pegasus's ancestral bloodline gave her a tough body, burst and speed, and Elf's blood made her proficient in magic.
Garos sees the appearance of the Legendary Realm in this Half-Blood Centaur.
Among his subordinates, only Dragon-veined Glutton Demon Kalu had the potential to break through the Legendary Realm and serve him for a long time. Now there is Half-Blood Centaur.
the other side.
Silver Mane's eyes flashed with complicated emotions.
He had never seen Elvie attack with all his strength. He always thought that Elvie was just the strongest of the younger generation, but his qualifications and strength were definitely weaker than his own.
What he didn't expect was that this bastard, who was rejected by the clan, had been hiding his strength.
At the same time, Sorog is more eager to find a job.
If three men had attacked together before, with this Half-Blood Centaur here, he might have died here.
Although he has a strong brother as his backing and support, Sorog is Dragonkin after all. He has his own dignity and does not want Garos to take action every time to solve the problem.
"I can no longer slack off and spend all my free time meditating!"
he thought.
The night gradually faded, and the distant skyline turned into a gradient of gray Blue Dragon,
The mist flowed over the pasture like melting ice, dampening the hair on the legs of the guards.
It's not early morning yet, but bonfires have been lit and smoke has risen in the White Mane Clan's camp. Most of the people have woken up. According to their respective divisions of labor, they start tanning hides, forging weapons, processing food, and start a new day.
Therefore.
When Red Iron Dragon hovered in the sky, its majestic wings blocking the skylight and enveloping the camp of men and horses, it immediately aroused a fierce reaction.
The guards were prepared as if facing a formidable enemy.
They drew up their strong bows, raised their war spears high, and stared at the uninvited guests with their arrows on the strings, ready to be shot out at any time.
"Stop it, everyone, put down their weapons!"
The voices of Elvie and Silver Mane sounded.
It was only then that the men and horses noticed the two commanders.
Red Iron Dragon's appearance is too majestic and ferocious. The dense thorns on its body, the scales like steel, and the incredibly strong body all make the horses feel depressed, nervous, and unable to look away.
Compared with the White Dragon I have seen before, he looks gentle and friendly, just like Good Dragon.
"Skywing commander, Silver Mane commander."
Looking at the two commanders who landed on the ground, the soldiers lowered their voices and asked, "What is the situation now?"
At the same time.
The old man Shaman, wearing a raven feather cloak, walked out of the tent and glanced at the dragon and the horse.
"We have represented White Mane Clan and surrendered to the great Lord of Crimson Wings."
Elvie and Silver Mane said at the same time with serious and solemn expressions.
The faces of the powerful men and horses who had never seen Garos changed, and the camp began to commotion.
"Quiet!"
Elvie shouted sharply.
Her prestige among the guards was considerable, and the guards gradually became silent.
"Where is Luca?"
The old man suddenly spoke and asked.
Luca, this is the name of Commander Iron Hoof.
"He died of his own stupidity and stubbornness."
Silver Mane responded.
Both commanders made their choices, and their choices represent the future of the White Mane Clan. There is no other way now.
Thinking of my previous hunch.
The old man was silent for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice, "All of you, put down your weapons."
The soldiers looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and then slowly lowered their weapons under the authority of the two commanders and Shaman.
"The great Lord of Crimson Wings."
"White Mane Clan is willing to break down all obstacles for you and offer you loyalty."
The old man and the horse were the first to kneel to the ground, followed by the two commanders. After them, White Mane Clan all the horses bent their knees.
"From today on, you will belong to me."
Garos's voice was like thunder, and he said in a deep voice, "You are loyal to me, and I will lead you to glory."
So far.
This large group of people became a member of the Molten Iron Clan.
The wings of Garos and Borderlands are gradually becoming fuller, and this is just the beginning.
Soon after.
To the north of Borderlands, there is a high mountain close to the ice field. The soil and rocks on it are frozen as hard as steel. There is almost no grass growing, only rugged and strange rocks.
Inside the cave Dragon Lair covered with ice crystals.
White Dragon Tressie After nearly twenty years of sleeping Dragon Sleep, he slowly opened his eyes.
She is about fifteen meters long, has a slender body, and does not look strong. She has no dragon horns on her head, and her snow-white dragon scales are exuding bursts of cold air. Although she has just woken up, her eyes are very cold.
White Dragon Tressie entered Dragon Sleep in anger.
Her anger is still there, and her cold body cannot extinguish it.
"Central! I will find you, crush your bones, and make you die in mourning and pain."
White Dragon bared his fangs and stood up, lying down.
After she woke up, Life Level had been upgraded by a full level! Now up to level 13, she would definitely be able to wipe out people.
She climbed out of the cave and rushed into the sky without hesitation.
After twenty years, there is a high probability that the damn White Mane Clan is no longer where it was and has changed its territory.
But as long as Borderlands is still there, White Dragon swears by his noble Dragonkin bloodline that no matter how long it takes, he must find them, take revenge, and let them know the cost of offending Dragonkin.