Black Dragon Kingdom

  Chapter 114 Too few fools

  The dragon's claw fell, and tens of thousands of tons of power ruthlessly descended on the ground. It was like a small earthquake in a few kilometers around. The ground trembled continuously, and wide cracks appeared one after another in the eyes of countless people.

   "Cough! Cough! Cough!"

  Under the giant dragon's claws, Nikolai Basov couldn't help spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

  Blood stained his armor red, his originally sharp eyes were completely bloodshot, and his trembling hands showed that he was a little powerless now.

  Facing Ace, who was strengthened to the extreme by several powerful inheritances and countless resources, he finally lost.

  Feeling the body that had been severely damaged, the fighting spirit in Nikolai Basov's eyes slowly dissipated, and reason regained the upper hand in his mind.

   "Dragon, I will come back again!"

  The sky-reaching thunder pillar viciously knocked away Ace's dragon claw, and Nikolai Basov pushed the teleportation array taken out of the storage ring, saying unwillingly.

  A space fluctuation flashed, and Nikolai Basov disappeared in place.

   "I thought it was a stubborn stubble who was not afraid of death, but it turned out to be no different from those dark legends who are afraid of death."

  Looking at the disappearing Nikolai Basov, Ace snorted coldly, his tone full of contempt.

   Originally thought that this guy was at an absolute disadvantage and after all his allies ran away, he was still fighting to prepare to fight him to the end and defend his glory.

   As a result, there are more sane legends in the world, and the legends who fight to the death like fools are really diamonds on the beach, which are rare in a hundred years.

  Looking at the battlefield where he already has the upper hand, Ace involuntarily smiled triumphantly.

   This war, after all, he won.

  Human beings were vulnerable in front of him, and they ran away without holding back a few times.

  By the way, he also left him millions of human captives and countless armor weapons and war equipment, and the transportation captain was nothing more than that.

   If he came here a few more times, all the soldiers under him could change their outfits, and they would no longer be beaten by humans of the same level because of their weapons.

   It will be much easier to fight humans again.

  On a mountain thousands of miles away from the battlefield, the legendary king Nikas Arndt and the legendary king Kimberly Harper waited for the return of their boss with fourteen other unscathed legendary kings.

  On the earth, countless first-, second-, and third-tier human knights and nobles, relying on the super-fast running speed brought by extraordinary power, gathered under their hands again and again.

   At a glance, the third-tier powerhouse suffered at most one-tenth of the casualties, the second-tier powerhouse suffered about one-fifth to one-fourth of the casualties, and the first-tier powerhouse died only half of them ran back.

  Although many men died, there was not much sadness on their faces other than frustration.

  As legends that have lived for hundreds of years, they have not lost battles once or twice. Their mentality is very strong.

  Thinking back, hundreds of years ago, when the power of evil dragons was at its peak, those evil dragons relied on their strength, and the dark races under them were particularly able to reproduce, and there was an endless supply of cannon fodder.

   They come here every now and then to make trouble for them. One day they rob a noble castle, the next day they kidnap a princess for ransom. Sometimes when they get interested, they call their friends and call a large group of their own race to go to the human world to rob.

  At that time, they lost countless battles, killed countless subordinates, and ran away more times than those dark legends.

   But so what? They are the ones who survive.

  Most of the evil dragons have been driven out by them, and the territories of those dark races have also been occupied by them. Even the extremely arrogant frost giants are not being bullied by them every day.

   Living is the most important thing. As long as these legends of them live, the inheritance of their northern humans will not be broken. It doesn't matter if they fail, as long as they are immortal, they will win sooner or later.

  A flash of lightning flashed across the sky in an instant.

   At the forefront of the queue of sixteen human legends, Nikolai Basov descended with endless lightning.

   Wiping the cracked lips at the corner of his mouth, Nikolai Basov, who was holding the Thunder Hammer, had extremely gloomy eyes.

   "Boss, what should we do now? Our ordinary soldiers are almost dead, and it is impossible to stop them from advancing towards our country now."

  The legendary king Kimberly Harper said with frustration.

This battle was really boring. If they knew that the giant dragon had such a huge power, they would definitely call the other seven or eight legends who were left in the northern border to guard against the frost giants. The army has to be pulled in too.

  If those legions and strong men are pulled over, they will never be able to escape without fighting.

   "Don't worry, it's impossible to kill that giant dragon?"

   "The humans in the east and south are still advancing towards the dark swamp. If he doesn't want to lose his hometown, we should go find them after the fight."

  Nikolai Basov waved his hand indifferently.

   A few days later, the dense crowd of extraordinary powerhouses once again gathered under the command of the seventeen legendary kings, and retreated towards the country along the river.

  In this war, the human side in the northern border suffered heavy losses, and countless soldiers and equipment were discarded. It would be impossible to recover within ten years.

  However, to the comfort of the legendary kings, almost all of the dead were weak ordinary soldiers and ordinary knights of the first rank. Not many nobles of the third rank and ordinary nobles of the second rank actually died.

   They basically relied on ordinary soldiers as cannon fodder to attract the attention of the enemies behind, and ran back alive one by one.

  As for these legendary kings, none of them died. Except for Nikolai Basov who was injured a little, the others didn't even lose their hair.

  The strength is still there, and it is still no big problem to teach those frost giants a lesson.

  On the floating platform, looking at the battle result data presented by his subordinates.

   Ace looked left and right, and found that there were not many third-tier noble humans killed at all. Counting, there were not even twenty.

   There are a little more human nobles at the second level, but obviously they didn't hurt the opponent's vitality. The most extraordinary beings who died were the first-level human knights.

   But those first-order knights, no matter how many people died, so what? As long as there are enough supernatural resources, enough food, and enough monster meat, there is no way to cultivate them.

   What makes Ace feel the most regrettable is that those legendary human beings are really stubborn. After knowing that they can't defeat his dark legendary extraordinary army, they turn around and run away without any hesitation.

   And the human legend he was fighting with wasn't really stupid, and he ran so fast that he couldn't catch it at all.

  (end of this chapter)