Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Painhurs sighed with the extremely terrifying picture of natural disasters in front of him, and immediately turned around and ran away-on top of the witchcraft crown of the nine demons dancing around, two stubborn golden devils were draped at both ends, flashing pink and green at the same time The dim light.

Mortalian’s corrosive breath was mixed with paralyzing neurotoxins to ensure that the prey was stiff and paralyzed in the dark green poisonous cloud. He watched his flesh and blood body, corroded by the green dragon’s breath. The white bones dissolve and collapse into the smallest dust.

However, the neurotoxin was easily disintegrated by the emerald jade, and the soul of the ghost gave the white horse a reflection ability different from ordinary people, allowing him to rush out of the surging wave of death at the fastest speed!

"Heniwell! It's now!" Painhurs endured the pain and began to cast the spell.

After all, he was still a step slower, and the dark green poison flooded his heels. The smooth and supple coat wilted in an instant, and the thick horsehide was also corroded by the dragon's breath in an instant, exposing large stretches of delicate and damaged pink muscles. With a little effort, you will feel a pain in your heart.

Fortunately, there was a layer of life energy constructed by arcane arts that helped him offset a certain amount of damage. Otherwise, the hoof might be completely destroyed.

"I see, I am your teacher, and I don't need a reminder from an apprentice!"

A dark and gorgeous phantom, accompanied by a twisted light, suddenly appeared on the right side of the dragon, accompanied by a blasphemous death chant, endless negative energy, poured out of the palm of the drow, and turned into countless ways The fading beam of light entangled by ghost bones.

Thousands of ghosts roared, wailed, and pierced the dim air with a scream, rushing into the side of the green dragon's brain, inside the hollow of the leather board.

Motarian's world fell into deathly silence in an instant.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly attacked by someone, the green dragon immediately squirmed his slender neck like a poisonous snake and looked in the direction of the drow. The cold and evil vertical pupils were filled with hatred.

At this moment, Painhurs was forcibly enduring the back hooves corroded by the dragon's breath, the sharp pain that was burning like a blaze, and completed his spell. The second wave of beams constructed by thousands of bones whizzed and torn apart. The air rushed into Mortalian's iris, covering the pair of terrifying vertical pupils with a blue death shadow.

"Bless the spider queen! Both spells were successfully hit!!!"

Herniwell wiped the sideburns because she was looking directly at the green dragon, and she shed fearful sweat, and hurriedly directed the summoned monster to kill in the direction of Mortarian.

The Hellhound clamped the tail that was burning with flames and looked at the huge emerald dragon that exuded a terrifying coercion. He trembled in fear, and let out a resisting growl with sobs.

And the huge parrot beast barely resisted the intimidating dragon. The plump bird swooped, two sharp front claws like steel, scratched two on the surface of the solid dragon scale. The white seal and the sharp beak spit out a thick black smoke, and instantly shrouded the two behemoth beasts in a suffocating black mist.

"Christina! Here! Quick! Let's go!"

Numerous clusters of creepy **** mist drifted out from every pore of Painhurs' right hand. Like countless illusory ghost snakes, wriggling their bright red bodies, wrapped around the five fingers of a pale white horse, looking from a distance, five thick, condensed blood mists almost turned into five sharp crimson blades.

While calling out the name of his lover, Painhurs took out a lively frog from the package, wrapped it in the blood mist of the five fingers, and gently pierced into the body of the amphibians, absorbing his life energy frantically, and inputting it The six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of the warlock temporarily repair the hind feet corroded by the dragon's breath.

Since comprehending the spell [Vampire Touch], the acting chief is used to carrying some small animals with him as his own blood bottle.

After hearing the lover's voice, the rouge horse was burning with blood mist all over his body, and quickly approached Painhurs. She was covered with scrapes and scratches all over her body. Although she was very embarrassed, there were no fatal wounds.

It seemed that Motarian had just been monitoring the positions of the two of them, and did not make every effort to deal with the people in front of him.

"Your concubine was rescued, now you can go!" In the distance, Herniwell's voice was trembling. "Do you really want to go to war with a giant dragon?"

Looking at the shivering Hellhound lying on the ground not far away, and the bruised rouge horse all over his body, Painhurs deeply realized his insignificance and nodded silently.

But at this moment, Mortarian let out an angry roar, a raging gust of wind, with every flap of his wings, everyone could not open his eyes, the suffocating black mist, and the storm that was triggered by the dragon's wings in an instant. Blowing away, although he has lost sight and hearing, the extremely keen sense of blindness of the dragon can still make Motarian feel the place of everyone!

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by a terrible dragon roar that made blood coagulate, he used his front paws and beaks to madly attack his own parrot beast, and immediately froze in place, unable to move, and his pupils became extremely dull.

In its subconscious, he was entangled by countless ancient trees and couldn't get rid of it. Therefore, all resistance was stopped directly, but all that was just an illusion that Motarian brought to it.

The green dragon grinned and stretched out a slender, burly front paw, like an emerald green python, biting the parrot beast's body, sharp dragon claws, easily pierced, tearing the other's gorgeous feathers, deep Deeply immersed in the body of the walking chicken, a pool of red and **** waves splashed.

Mortalian, was slightly modified and mutated by an unknown evil god. Inside his head and limbs, extra poison sacs grew out of them, connected with fangs and claws-these dragons' natural weapons, and a thin hole was cut in the middle, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

Under the squeeze of the muscles, the deadly poison stored in the poison glands followed the hollow claws of the green dragon and injected all of them into the body of the parrot. Shaking away, unable to support his huge body anymore, in the end, he fell weakly inside the blood-stained sea of ​​flowers.

"Talking to monsters and barbarians is really a waste of time. I just use overwhelming power to conquer you."

Motarian, who had lost both senses, still maintained an unusually calm. The towering old trees in the sea of ​​flowers in the secluded woods, twisting the ancient huge brown body, wriggling the complex root system, accompanied by the thorns and vines full of snow and blue flowers, surrounded the nearby clusters and instantly turned into an impermeable tree. The cage blocked the way of everyone.

"Run towards me!"

Herniwell in the distance once again summoned an arcane torrent to disperse part of the evil dragon's spells. The two twisted and corrupted giant trees were restored to their original state, and some loopholes appeared in the cage.

However, this time, Mortarian's body was right beside her. After feeling his own magic and being relieved by others for a small amount, the emerald evil dragon took a deep breath, and while repairing the broken Lai Cage, it aimed at the dragon's kiss full of poisonous fangs. The direction of the drow warlock.

Herniwell, who was soaked in cold sweat, examined her situation.

The hideous and terrifying Mortalian is standing in front of him, brewing a poisonous breath that corrupts all things. The deep forest cage behind him is also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the two half-man, half-horse monsters, There was at least a hundred feet away from her—she didn't have time to wait any longer.

In despair, the drow's rapid breathing became heavier and heavier, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. The lavender eyes and round pupils became longer and sharper.

"I am very happy during my time with you."

Herniwell waved her hand regretfully at her student. Her narrow vertical pupil, staring at the sea of ​​flowers outside the cage, her delicate lips, quickly chanted a mysterious spell, corroding the dragon's breath and transforming it. The dark green wave that covered the sky and the sun completely submerged himself, tearing a dark door in the air and disappearing from Painhurs's sight.