Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Painhurs trembled all over. No one can remain calm amidst such dragons. With this corpse that has been dead for a hundred years, the warchief can get a glimpse of the supreme elegance of the empire. It is conceivable that when she rises in the desert When the frost of death and the frantic blizzard cast the shadow of his own wings on the palace of Tai Xifeng, how desperate the Parthian Empire was.

If facing the Primordial Silver Dragon before his death, the warchief would definitely choose to run away at the first time, but the one in front of him was just a degraded version that was resurrected by magic and instilled the power of chaos.

The pale warlock quickly mobilized the terrifying magic power flowing in his blood. At the top of the ten-fold mountain range, one of the four bay blood pools quickly evaporated to the bottom. The huge magic power that was drawn out was solidified on Painhurs's somewhat trembling right hand. , Burning into a chaotic energy spear.

After becoming the Eternal God’s Choice, the warchief has a deeper understanding of the power of chaos. The basic logic of constructing the arcane fire is to drain the spell slot, and control the group of extremely pure arcane energy to rotate violently, rub, and quickly become combustible. Click to directly ignite the source of magic into blue anger.

However, if a little chaotic divine power is added in this process, the light and small Austrian rocket will expand into a heavy and twisted burning spear. The color will also increase from the blue, which represents the origin of magic, to scarlet, Three profane colors of dark green and lavender, four evil and terrifying fires are entangled together, and the flame tip is almost distorted and transformed into a skeleton, emitting a blast of flames and a terrifying scream of death.

The terrifying heat wave burned the nearby air, and the frozen frost within thirty feet melted into a soft stream of water in a flash, and in the next second, it was completely evaporated into a dry cloud.

Painhurs twisted his waist, twisted his wrists, and hurled the spear of the magic flame toward the sky. Four kinds of diametrically opposed flames, like a thousand ghosts, roared in the air filled with frost and snow. , Spinning, whistling, burning a blazing path alive, right in the silver dragon's head.

The blazing spear melted the silver dragon scales, and thousands of pounds of zombie flesh and blood, roaring into the dragon's mouth, rendering the entire slender and elegant dragon neck into a chaotic color, burning The anger burst into the body of the blue-eyed ultimate dragon, and the shock wave of the explosion, engulfed in billowing smoke and four-color magic fire, tore this behemoth beast into countless small pieces——

The warchief frowned, he used the fire of chaos instead of dying out. This is like a bubble bursting and dissipating like an illusion.······

"Roar!!!"

Before Painhurs could react, behind the disappearing phantom, three overlapping dragon roars rang together. The three silver dragons resembled a huge silver meteor, whistling and tearing through the flying snow. Three large mouths of blood that were enough to swallow a man and horse with ease, spit out a paralyzing poisonous cloud that covered the sky and the sun, and instantly completely submerged Painhurs.

"boom!!!"

After the brainless zombie dragon swooped and spit out, it was headless among the poisonous clouds in the sky, the earth was torn apart by the force of destruction, the sky was covered by the huge amount of dust raised, and the fissures were fierce. Centered on the location where the silver dragon hit the ground, it shivered and shattered and spread around, and even the ground thousands of feet away showed an obvious shock.

"Roar?"

From the huge crater formed by the impact, the zombie dragon stiffly lifted its huge body, blinking incomprehensibly with six eyes burning with magic flames, what about the white horse? Being crushed by yourself, what about such a big white horse? I kept staring at him, why did he disappear suddenly?

Relying on the time stop and the ability of the witchcraft crown to be immune to paralysis, the warchief dangled and avoided the blow of the cracking ground, standing beside the silver dragon with a lingering heart, he once again drained a lake of blood. , Shaped a spear of demon flame, the golden crown of the nine demon is shining, and the two azure blue jade exudes twisted magic light, making the four-color demon fire even more terrifying.

Painhurs fiercely threw the demon flame spear in his hand. The burning tip of the spear instantly melted and burned the silver armor, tore through the silver dragon’s head, and nailed one of its heads alive. To the ground.

The zombie dragon uttered a painful howl, and the four-color chaotic magic fire was like a tarsal maggot, still burning her already dead flesh and blood. However, the giant beast's willfulness trembled.

"After all, it is a zombie without a brain. Although the body retains some of the fighting consciousness during his lifetime, if there is no controller, do you still act according to instinct?"

Painhurs looked at the huge dragon the size of a hill in front of him, rolling all over the floor because of the pain of the wound, and he was not in the mood for testing, even a little sad. think carefully. This guy's IQ is not even as good as that of a beast, just a puppet with a little bit of instinct.

Thinking of this, the warchief used high-level dispelling magic, leading the surging arcane wave, disintegrating and destroying the death frost in this area, and returning the temperature to normal again. By the way, he commanded the undead to remove the three giants. Long was brought into his own control.

"You see her destructive power. With this level of destructive power, you still feel that you can't beat the other three undead kings, don't you?"

While guiding the blue negative energy, Painhurs used the undead energy enough to shred the living, healed and repaired the wounds on the zombie dragon, while inquiring about the vampire king beside him.

"What you did was beyond expectation. You actually restored the zombie's ability to cast spells in his lifetime."

Serrana paused, still nodding sadly.

"Yes, this silver dragon alone cannot defeat them. The frosty breath and paralyzing breath of the silver dragon have no effect on our dead. With this huge body for melee combat? Too cumbersome— —Well, if the undead didn't have these natural advantages, she would probably be able to make a tie with an undead king."

"Okay, I understand. I remember that the silver dragon can transform into a humanoid at will, come, and become your usual disguise. Your appearance is too big. It is difficult for me to find a tent that can hold you."

Painhurs tried to give orders to see if the silver dragon still retained the ability to change form.

After receiving the master's order, the corpse of the Primordial Dragon, which had no mind at all, the size of a hill, shrank in an instant, transforming into the appearance of a high elf.

The small and lovely pointed ears quietly protruded silver hair, the delicate skin was pale without a drop of blood, and the delicate face was dull and dull like a puppet. The whole person was like a small and lovely doll, standing naked and naked. His feet stepped blankly on the white snow, a pair of four colors mixed with azure blue, scarlet, dark green, and lavender, extremely gorgeous and gorgeous pupils, staring blankly at the direction of the warchief-wait, this has lived thousands In the year, Megatron, and the Taikoo Silver Dragon, who finally died of life, usually disguised as an elf loli?

"This...why the old woman is so pretentious to be a virgin."

The warchief rolled his eyes silently.

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