The sky is getting darker and darker. In the dead moon, the setting sun slowly sinks into the depths of the endless sea. The afterglow of the setting sun seems to evaporate the surrounding water vapor, causing the clouds to become distorted. In the golden pupil of the little dragon, it was a huge fireball sinking under the sea, surrounded by a circle of emerald green.
Noisy human voices and dog barking came to her ears through the bushes not far away. If in normal times, she only needs to exude a little breath of her body to make the hounds scream and crawl on the ground. Dare to move forward. But it didn't work at the moment, because in that case, the chasing soldiers would also find her hiding here immediately.
But even if she was motionless, it was only a matter of time before she was discovered.
This made Aloz feel desperate. Her body was covered with large and small deep and shallow wounds, and some areas were even pus, and the bright and beautiful golden pupils were now eclipsed, as if they would fade away at any time. Although the wounds are not all human masterpieces, especially the deepest ones, they seem to be torn apart by sharp claws, the flesh is rolled, and the wounds are white.
The hounds finally smelled the strong blood in this direction. The barking sound got closer and closer. Not long after, there was a rustling noise in the bushes, and several hounds grinned out of the grass. I just touched it.
These beasts also faintly felt that Aloz had an uneasy aura on their body, and they dared not come closer from a certain distance, only barking at the little female dragon.
"Get out of here!"
Aloz raised his hand and swept between the hounds with a moon arc. The heads of several hounds flew high, and the remaining hounds made a terrified whine and turned away.
Aloz knew that he had been exposed, and the small tree supporting him stood up, intending to continue to escape into the valley. But she had just turned around, and there was a sharp scream behind her, a pain in her shoulder, and the huge force caused her to stagger forward and almost fell to the ground.
Alorz’s eyes turned black, and he gritted his teeth and looked back. He already saw a crossbow bolt inserted into his left shoulder. The crossbow bolt cut through the muscles between the shoulder blades and got in. If an ordinary person’s left hand is probably scrapped, But she is a dragon, and this injury can only be described as a minor injury to her.
The real threat comes from the few bone wounds on her body and excessive blood loss. If in her heyday, these humans would not be in her eyes at all. It's a pity that there is no if in this world. When Aloz saw the human beings holding torches, spears, and crossbows surrounding them, a deep sorrow suddenly surged in his heart.
"You damn heretics, how dare you attack the dragon, one day the anger of revenge will fall on you, tearing you and your master to pieces!" Aloz growled angrily.
"Retaliation... Haha." The heathen laughed arrogantly.
"The dragon race is over, little beauty," a gloomy voice came from the crowd, and that voice sneered: "Otherwise, how could you have fallen here? Indeed, I admit that the dragon is a noble golden bloodline, but unfortunately, the more your blood is It is noble, and your value as a sacrifice will be greater, and your blood, life and soul will belong to the supreme Lord of Purgatory!"
"You dream, Denuk, even if I die, I won't let you succeed!" Aloz said angrily with pointed teeth.
"It's a pity that the dragon's vitality is too strong. You can't do it even if you commit suicide in your current state. It's really sad. You can't even maintain the shape of a dragon. Why do you want to stay here?"
A gloomy middle-aged man walked out from behind the crowd. He was wearing a brown and gold Goat Head robes. It was Denuk, the master of Hadran.
He gestured to the guard on the side, pointed to Aloz and said: "Tie her up, be careful, don't move your hands, this is a sacrifice for Lord Akantu, it is missing a feather. , I also want to let your heads fall."
Several heretics immediately took the rope and walked forward.
Aloz's golden pupils lighted up slightly, opened his mouth, and suddenly a few trembling notes came from deep in his throat: "Srak-an-dot!"
A silver shock wave swept away from her as the center, and swept toward the nearby heretics. Before the few heretics could react, they were lifted off, and the entire body was exploded in mid-air before it hit the ground.
The shock wave continued to advance, and continued to sweep towards Denuk, who was blocking its path. Denuk's expression changed drastically. He raised his hand, and a black crystal ring on his right index finger was gleaming, and a black ball of light was opened almost at the same time. , Wrap him in it.
The moment the ball of light stretched out, it collided with the silver shock wave. There was a violent wave on the surface of the light ball, and the silver shock wave finally disappeared. But even so, the aftermath of the shock wave passed through the ball of light and swept through Denuk's chest. The latter snorted and turned pale, but at least he did not end up like his own.
The moment Denuk revealed the ring, Aloz closed her eyes in despair. Her long-planned blow could not die with this despicable human being. Could it be that the dragons were really created by them? Abandoned by the author and the majestic father
"Frofa... I'm sorry..."
A drop of golden tears slipped from Aloz's cheek.
"String Magic!" Denuk roared-in this world, among pure lethal magic, only String Magic has such power. He knew very well that he had walked back and forth before the ghost gate. If he hadn't had an absolute protection ring bestowed by the master, that blow would be enough to make him follow in his own hands.
But the Absolute Protection Ring is so precious, and it can only be used once, it can be said to be equivalent to a second life, he never dreamed that it would be wasted in this place. Denuk was furious, and before he thought about it, he drew his sword and stabbed Aloz. He knew very well that the dragon's vitality was tenacious, and one or two swords would not be fatal, but at least it could make this damned woman suffer.
And the opponent is so weak, it will never be his opponent.
He raised the sword, but Aloz didn't hear it. At this moment, her thinking was a little wandering; what she saw in her eyes was not the gleaming blade in Denuk's hand, but the nightmares that tortured her day and night. The general memories and scenes reappeared before her eyes again and again.
The monster that obscured the sky, the fierce war, the huge, heart-pounding black sphere behind the clouds, she saw Frofa knock herself away, and flew into the sphere without hesitation, using that resolute, Looking at her with farewell eyes.
Birth, war, and fall.
That is as if it was the life of a dragon.
Aloz knew that the other party would not kill him here, but it didn’t make a difference. It was only sooner or later. After losing the protection of the Dragon God, all the dragons have become wandering on the land of Vonde. Lonely wild ghost.
The blood of gold has been lost. From then on, Vaughan will never have such a proud and powerful creature.
She quietly waited for the tearing pain of the blade to come into her body.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
On the contrary, a gurgling sound reached her ears, and the sound was like a babble made by human beings because of too much fear.
"Have I hallucinated?"
Aloz was taken aback for a moment.
She hesitated for a moment, then opened one eye slightly.
She first saw Denuk. The master of Hadran was holding a long sword, and the tip of the long sword pointed directly at her chest, less than an inch away.
But just this inch of distance has become a moat.
Denuk blushed, but he couldn't shake his sword no matter whether he was moving forward or backward. Then he discovered to his horror that even letting go had become an extravagant hope.
Every inch of space around the body seemed to be completely locked, except for thinking, his whole body could not move up and down.
"This... This is..."
He maintained the last action before that, even his body was suspended in mid-air. The expression on his face changed from anger to consternation, and then from consternation to fear. Because he could not speak, a gurgling sound finally came from deep in his throat. Came out.
As a master on the side of truth, Denuk quickly understood what he was facing.
The extreme plain, the law of time and space.
Then he saw the figure standing behind Aloz.
A young man holding a little half-elf girl in one hand.
What kind of combination is this
This was Denuk's last thought during his lifetime.
"You can't kill me, I'm the servant of Lord Akentu—" He suddenly screamed as if breaking free from the shackles of space, but what awaited him was a dark golden sword.
The blade pierced his throat, Denuk's eyes widened, and he could only watch his dirty blood gush out.
Aloz turned around blankly.
But when the little mother dragon saw the hand holding the sword clearly, and the owner of the hand holding the sword, her whole body seemed to be stunned, as if in a dream.
As for Denuk's men, the Goathead Cultists seemed crazy seeing this scene, they pulled out their weapons and roared towards Brando.
"Brando, be careful, among them are the favored ones of Akentu!"
Aloz's memory of Brando's strength still remains on the battlefield of the First Battle of Amperexel.
But she immediately saw Brando slowly pulling out the sword from Denuk's throat, the dark golden blade, and the golden red cracks on the spine.
She suddenly opened her mouth.
Because she knows this sword.
This sword has many names, but only one belongs to Cruz.
Flame Blade, Odyssey.
Brando raised the sword and swiped it from left to right.
A bright golden line, from left to right, extends from the waist of all the sheep head followers.
"The name of the sword, Odyssey, the land of flames—"
The gold thread suddenly separated, and then there was a rising flame.