"Evil Dragon!
"Dare to destroy Ancestral Altar!"
Trembling with anger, a trembling whisper sounded from the dust.
Shaman Leoni's body was covered with dust, but he was unscathed. He was staring at Red Iron Dragon under the protection of two guards.
Bang bang bang!
Huge pieces of rubble were lifted up, and the tattoo totems on Ancestor Guardian's bodies glowed with rich light and appeared from them.
Except for the four guards who were directly crushed to death by Garos, the other elite guards who were affected by Shockwave had some injuries, but none of them died. Obviously, they were all elites.
"Destruction? What I want is destruction."
Red Iron Dragon said unhurriedly.
Opposite him, Leoni's skinny fingers dug deeply into the lines of the staff, and his knuckles turned white.
Her cloudy eyes were beating with anger, and her voice was hoarse. "Do you think Dragonflame can burn away the ancestral inheritance of the Dawn Tribe? You will pay the price for blasphemy, evil dragon cub!"
After a pause, Shaman's voice suddenly became high-pitched.
"Ancestors from generation to generation, please grant us the power of Punishment Evil Dragon!"
The surrounding ancestral guards roared Rage at the same time, not like human voices, but like repeated roars.
The tattoos on their bodies all burst out with bright light, sometimes like beautiful women, sometimes turning into some majestic male faces, protruding into Ancestor Battle Spirit, and then shrinking to merge with them.
Their muscles bulged like fermented dough, and their bones made a crunching sound like exploding beans. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into Giant that were at least four meters high, and their blood vessels swelled and contracted like earthworms.
Including their weapons, they were also covered in layers of light and became huge.
"Swift victory and quick victory."
Garos's deep voice was like two soldering irons rubbing against each other. He slowly lowered his body, and his tail spines scraped against the ground, making a tooth-piercing scraping sound.
Everyone can see that Red Iron Dragon is preparing to attack.
However, the Ancestor Guardians, who are wild Barbarianss, were in Furious Berserk State and were not afraid of death. At this time, they not only did not dodge, but rushed over first.
The first to pounce were the two guards whose shoulder armors were inlaid with Giant Bear skulls.
The ground shook as they charged, and the arcs dragged by the stone axes left afterimages in the air.
Garos did not dodge, but raised his right paw against the ax blade - Clang! The explosion of metal collision caused the surrounding ruins to rustle with dust. The ax blade got stuck in the gap of his scales, spattering a stream of sparks, leaving traces that were not deep or shallow, but no blood could be seen.
Tear!
Red Iron Dragon raised and lowered his left claw, cutting across like a blade. A guard's body suddenly exploded with blood mist, the tattoo totem was torn apart, and the body was torn apart.
But the weird thing is.
The light of those totems floating in the air did not disappear. Instead, they seemed to be pulled by invisible hands and sank directly to the crumbling mountain peaks at their feet.
"For the Dawn Tribe!"
Ancestor Guardian, who was tall and burly and not like a human being, let out repeated roars, jumped up high, and slashed at Red Iron Dragon's neck with his giant axe.
Even in Rage, he could still feel the power from the souls of his ancestors, as if there were countless hands holding the giant ax with him, striking out the strongest blow ever.
Zhila! Sting!
A sound like the roar of countless lightning suddenly sounded.
Dense and shining Golden Lightning rose from Red Iron Dragon's body. The already strong body expanded several times, and the muscles almost broke through the dragon scales, highlighting the texture like cast steel.
Since it is a lightning beheading that is quick and decisive, ending the battle quickly is the primary goal.
Garos does not wait for the other party to break his own Cold Explosive Scale first, and uses all the power properly to directly activate Exhilarated State.
"Die, reptile."
Red Iron Dragon's figure suddenly blurred.
The guard's ax blade only hit an afterimage, and with a flash of golden light and shadow, Garos's true body appeared three meters behind him.
Flames ignited on the dragon's claws and suddenly exploded.
In an instant, the flesh, flesh and bones of the guard's back were torn apart like tissue paper.
But what was even more deadly was the dragon flames and lightning that penetrated the body.
Ancestor Guardian's chest suddenly glowed with blazing light, and the next second his whole body exploded from the inside, burning minced flesh and bones splashed all over the ground.
The ancestral guards under Furious Berserk State are like cockroaches that cannot be killed.
Even if the head is lost, the headless body can continue to fight for a period of time driven by the instinct of Rage. However, under the overwhelming power, it is still fatally struck by Garos and cannot fight anymore.
"Samantha!"
Garos growled lowly, his eyes locked on the old Shaman Leoni who was singing.
The red dragon is already ready to go.
Her wings spread out, liquid-like flames ignited in the gaps between her scales, and automatically condensed into hundreds of sharp red crystal spears in the air.
With the tip of her claw tapping lightly, those red crystal spears shot towards Ancestor Guardian like a rainstorm.
The three guards in the front row raised their giant totem shields, and the ancient runes on the shields lit up with blue light.
The red crystal spear hit the light curtain, but was not bounced away - instead, it suddenly Shatter, bursting out with bright light and flames.
Boom! All the spears exploded at the same time.
The bright red flames instantly engulfed the bodies of the guards.
It was not an ordinary flame, but a deadly weapon formed by the red dragon's flames through alchemical shaping. The surrounding earth and stone were swept by the aftermath and melted into high-temperature crystals.
"Mind Spike!"
Sorog's voice was like a cold anvil.
Strange ripples appeared on the surface of his obsidian dragon scales, and Psionic Energy condensed into invisible spikes, piercing Ancestor Guardian's spiritual body.
The two guards who were about to attack Garos from the flank suddenly stiffened.
It was as if a red-hot steel needle had pierced their brains. Even though Furious Berserk State reduced the pain sensation by nearly 90%, the severe pain still made their bodies tremble. What's worse, the souls of their ancestors were also injured.
The attack of Psionicist has certain targeted effects on these Ancestor Guardian.
Tear!
With a wave of Red Iron Dragon's dragon wings, the stiff Ancestor Guardian was cut in half. The thick and tough muscles that could withstand sword attacks seemed so fragile and vulnerable in front of Red Iron Dragon's Wing Slash.
Samantha and Sorog both flew by.
The dragon's powerful body, combined with Spell-like Ability and professional skills, made it difficult for Ancestor Guardian, who could fight one against a hundred, to resist, and was quickly killed one by one.
However, the totem light on all the dead Ancestor Guardian sank to the ground instead of dissipating immediately.
Wing Slash follows the claw attack, and then sweeps the tail after the claw attack.
The tail sweep was followed by another round of brutal claw strikes.
Red Iron Dragon used a simple but ferocious offensive without any stagnation, killing the guards in the way in two or three strokes, and rushed to the old Shaman almost unimpeded.
The field of vision was suddenly filled with the majestic and majestic Red Iron Dragon, with lightning flying all over his body.
"I will sacrifice my life and soul to my ancestors!"
Old Shaman raised his head, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, but there was no fear of death in his eyes. He just ended his chanting at the last moment and pounded the ground with his staff.
Bang!
The ground cracks.
Under Red Iron Dragon's claw, old Shaman's body turned into radial blood mud and was embedded in the ground.
The totem light shines from her remains and sinks towards the mountain. The remaining Ancestor Guardians are desperate and madly killing the Young Adult Dragons, but they are swept away and killed in a vigorous and vigorous manner.
Just then.
The mountain peaks that were shaking due to the battle suddenly became stable.
As the rays of light shine and intertwine, the altar pattern they finally form is imprinted on the mountain rock, exuding a different kind of atmosphere.
"Ancestral Altar is not broken? No, this thing turns out to be not a pure entity."
Garos suddenly realized.
Old Shaman Leoni, and the surrounding Ancestor Guardians, they used their lives and souls to reunite Ancestral Spirit Altar.
At the same time, the rocks reorganized like flowing mud, with Ancestral Spirit Altar as the center, and in the blink of an eye, the outline of the rock Stone Giant was formed as tall as a hill, and the size was even larger than the three Young Adult Dragon combined.
Yan Stone Giant stood up, but did not launch an attack.
It just silently guards Ancestral Spirit Altar at the heart, assuming a defensive posture.
The rock body covered with totem tattoos seems to have indestructible defense. Rock Stone Giant seems to be purely for defense.
As time goes by, the totem light on its body is fading, but it will definitely be enough to hold on until support arrives.
If only old Shaman and the guards were killed, but the altar was not destroyed in the end, the raid would not be considered a real success.
Red dragon Samantha's body lit up with shining runes, and the surface of the dragon's scales was coated with a sheen like steel. Then its wings danced wildly, and it used its body as a weapon to hit Rock Guardian.
Bang!
The red dragon collided with Rock Guardian's giant raised arm, and was knocked backwards by the shock. Rock Guardian's arm was also cracked with lines like tree branches, but as the earth and rocks surged, it healed in the blink of an eye.
Garos noticed that Rock Guardian had some connection with the mountain below.
It seems that as long as it is not destroyed with one blow and as long as the energy of the altar has not dissipated, it will continue to regenerate.
"Being able to stay in Borderlands for hundreds of years does have some background."
In addition to the Alchemy Legion, Goblin also has Palace of Grand Workshop Master, and Ancestral Spirit Altar of the Dawn Tribe is no less.
"It's a pity that you met me."
The Golden Lightning on Red Iron Dragon's body shines and jumps, leaving cracks on the surface Cold Explosive Scale wherever it passes. It absorbs the scorching heat generated by Exhilarated State and stores part of it.
Heat Energy is racing inside the body.
"Samantha, Sorog, use Dragon Breath on me."
he said.
Red Dragon and Iron Dragon didn't hesitate for a second, spitting out Flame Dragon Breath and Electric Fire Breath respectively, landing on Garos.
Bearing the damage from two waves of Dragon Breath, as well as the stimulation from Exhilarated State to Cold Explosive Scale.
Heat Energy Surge, surge, surge.
In the blink of an eye, Cold Explosive Scale on Red Iron Dragon's body separated from Shatter, revealing the inner dragon scales that had turned as red as a soldering iron. Heat waves rolled over his body, distorting the surrounding air.
Thermal Energy Enhancement--Destruction Dragon Breath!
Boom!
The blazing Dragonflame turned into a torrent of destruction, pouring out from the mouth of Red Iron Dragon, destroying all the terrifying power with an unstoppable force, and swept towards Rock Guardian.
Rock Guardian's attributes are all focused on defense.
Its movements were slow, and the moment Destruction Dragon Breath approached, it hugged its body to defend itself, and the totem tattoos on its rocky skin lit up with the brightest light.
But, to no avail.
Destruction Dragon Breath was devastated, disintegrating and melting Rock Guardian inch by inch, and eventually turned into a high-temperature semi-solid like lava crystals on the ground. Ancestral Spirit Altar, which was protected by Rock Guardian in the body, was also destroyed and completely disappeared.
All of a sudden.
All the Ancestor Guardian and wild Barbarians who belonged to the Dawn Tribe and had offered sacrifices to their ancestors and received blessings or protection, including the leader Brunhilde, felt a pain in their hearts, as if they had lost something important.
Ancestral Spirit Altar is passed down from generation to generation by the Dawn Tribe, which is the cohesion of their spirit and the symbol of tribal culture.
Ancestor Guardian This approach also requires taking office in Ancestral Spirit Altar by praying to the ancestors or offering sacrifices.
Now that Ancestral Spirit Altar has been destroyed, it will be difficult for the Dawn Tribe to give birth to Ancestor Guardian. Moreover, after the wild Barbarians bosses are injured, they cannot easily regenerate through the altar as before.
Bottom-level consumption is matched with the strategy of top-level beheading.
A great success.
"Destroy me Ancestral Spirit Altar until you die!"
The eyes of each wild Barbarians were red, including the tribe leader Brunhilde. He and a group of senior wild Barbarians leaders were running like crazy towards the location of Ancestral Spirit Altar, and they were gradually approaching.
But.
First there was a deafening low muffled sound, and the night was almost turned into day by the flames that shot up into the sky.
Immediately afterwards.
The broad wings that covered the sky tore through the night sky, blocked the moonlight, and cast a thick and huge shadow on the ground. It galloped past Brunhilde's body.
He raised his head and saw several Dragonkin figures leaving from the direction of the altar, gradually moving away.
"Despicable and cunning Evil Dragon! Come down and fight me to the death!"
It hurts, it hurts too much.
Brunhilde's eyes were red, veins popped out on his thick neck, and his battle ax split the ground into spiderweb-like cracks.
The wild Barbarians chief, who was always known for his calmness, completely tore off his mask of reason at this moment and roared hysterically at the sky.
The sound wave caused nearby pine needles to rustle and fall, but it did not even disturb the airflow at the wingtips of Red Iron Dragon.
Garos just lowered his vertical pupils as dark as night, scanning the furious figure as if overlooking an ant, and then continued to soar leisurely in the sky.
Those curses mixed with ancient wild Barbarians slang were just hymns sent by the night wind to him.
The enemy's curses never make Garos angry.
In his opinion, this is an affirmation of his methods and a praise for him.
Representatives of wild Barbarians, Rage and violence. While they gain terrifying power through Rage violence, they also bear a fatal weakness - the angrier they are, the more rationality melts like ice and snow.
Even Brunhilde, who is usually wise and calm, has now become Beast, dominated by anger.
They clearly had a premonition that Ancestral Spirit Altar could not be saved, but they still made the wrong choice in anger. The top leaders all rushed to the ruined holy land, but ignored another strategic location that they had been keeping a close eye on before.
"The stars are shining brightly tonight. Returning to our nest now would be a bit of a disservice to such a wonderful night."
Red Iron Dragon stretched out his wings, with dragon scales all over his body clanking, and laughed loudly, "Sorog! Samantha! Follow me to Blackstone Pass to cover the moon and patrol the border!"
The night wind blew past Young Adult Dragon's wings, making a clear and clear sound.
Behind them, the torches of the wild Barbarians tribe were like crazy fireflies, moving further and further away in the other direction, while the outline of the Blackstone Pass in front gradually became clearer in the moonlight.
Soon after.
Blackstone Pass.
The gate was still stained with wet blood, and the Dawn Tribe guards laughed and kicked Gnoll's head away from their feet, completely unaware that Ancestral Spirit Altar on the other side had turned into scorched earth.
Only a few leaders were holding the suddenly dim Communication Stone, with uncertain expressions on their faces.
On the plain south of the pass, the Orc berserkers of the Ironblood Tribe are still venting their desire to kill, chasing the remnants of the Molten Iron Tribe.
Suddenly, the most ferocious leader Orc stopped and pressed his rough palms against his rapidly beating heart.
The shuddering feeling of being targeted by a predator caused cold sweat to break out on the scarred back of his neck.
The moment he raised his head, Orc's pupils reflected two pairs of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun.
Iron Dragon Sorog's steel scales reflect the cold moonlight, while the body of red dragon Samantha is like bright red flames.
Boom!
Before he could react, the ground shook violently, like a meteorite hitting the earth.
The berserker turned and looked back, and then he saw that the Blackstone Pass, which was originally indestructible and stood on the ground, was now like a collapsed building block, turned into ruins in the flames, and an incredibly strong dragon shadow was raging in it, killing the remaining defenders around it like crushing ants and crawlers.
Red Iron Dragon swung his claws at will to smash three shield-raising beasts Barbarians.
Where the dragon wings swept across, the guard wearing the stainless steel breastplate was cut in half. A berserker took the opportunity to leap onto the dragon's back, but before landing, the tail of the gun penetrated his chest. With a slight shock, his upper body exploded into a mist of blood.
Ancestral Spirit Altar After the accident.
The high-level bosses here also rushed over in desperation, leaving the middle-level bosses who were completely unable to withstand the ferocious power of the dragon.
Rage's wild Barbarians was not afraid of death and took fighting as an honor. He roared and rushed towards Red Iron Dragon, but Red Iron Dragon showed no mercy and let them die in the battle as they wished.
"The great Lord of Crimson Wings is coming! Counterattack! Counterattack!"
Kobold Doug shouted.
The appearance of the giant dragon made the molten iron soldiers whose morale had almost collapsed suddenly be shaken. Their fear disappeared. They turned their heads and started to fight wildly towards Orc. Together with the powerful Iron Dragon and the red dragon, they killed all these elite crazy warriors.
the other side.
"Blackstone Pass was attacked!"
An urgent message came, and when Brunhilde wanted to ask about the specific situation, there was a huge roar on the other side of Communication Stone, and then there was no sound.
Ancestral Spirit Altar's destruction is a foregone conclusion.
Blackstone Pass's original victory was also burned.
Brunhilde's eyes, which had just calmed down a bit, turned red again and were covered with bloodshot eyes. However, as he took a deep breath and pressed his fingers on the throbbing veins on his face, his anger was slowly controlled, and his reason was not completely swallowed up.
That's it.
He could only think carefully about what to do next, try to recover the losses and fight back.