Duke of Grief

The remaining residual temperature stained the crumbling pillar red, and the dark red burn marks were flowing like magma.

Cervantes stood in the ruins of the house, spit out a warm murmur from his mouth, and flicked the fly ash from his shirt, and his indifferent eyes swept the crowd on the street, his brow furrowed slightly.

"trouble……"

With a scream, the Black Dragon spread his wings and rose into the sky in a crowd of exclamations.

He and the legend of the city-state alliance had agreed that they should not interfere too much with the civilians. Let me not say whether the priest said it was true, or whether he was bluffing.

Just like the sudden feeling after he put out the flames-someone stared at him!

If he is an ordinary person, he will not feel ‘dangerous’, but obviously it is not an ordinary person...there is a dragon hunter?

Either way, he needs to leave the place he had just stayed in. If he continues to stand there, the city is likely to become a ruin.

This is not Wind City, and it’s impossible for him to tie his hands and feet in fighting here, not to mention that if the people who just stared at him are really the dragon hunters, then the trouble is even greater, and it’s not that the battle spreads to the entire city. Worth something.

Although he doesn’t know how the Dragon Hunting Cultivation has cultivated so many unknown ‘extraordinary’ people, but if he wants to cultivate so many extraordinary people who are willing to ‘go to the flames’ for the Dragon Hunting Confederation, there must be a lot of resources.

In the past, they planned to deal with him several times. Although they failed each time, they almost forced him into desperation. The most recent time, his heart was pierced. If it’s not the maid and the goddess of wealth, If he arrives, he may really be dying.

Even a few legends do not have that sense of danger...

Cervantes folded his wings and landed on a small hill. Looking back, there was no figure at all.

The people of the Dragon Hunting Order should have already caught up, so he is here to wait, anyway, after hearing the words of the priest, he already intends to kill those of the Dragon Hunting Order together.

The sun was slowly sloping west, and when half of that big fireball had sunk into the horizon, the sound of horseshoes came from Cervantes' ear.

After yawning, the black dragon sat up from the grass and the ground under the green grass was moist, but he could no longer care about whether his clothes were dirty or not. Whether the clothes could be saved after the battle was still a problem.

Because of the excavation of the remains of many arcane empire, the dragon hunt group has many weapons and equipment unique to the arcane empire, which is also the most puzzled place for Cervantes.

Under the sky like a pool of blood, several figures dismounted and walked toward the hillside where the black dragon was.

Several people and Cervantes looked at each other, and after seeing their dress, the black dragon snorted.

"A bit familiar..." Black Dragon muttered to himself, "Where have you seen it?"

After reading through the memory in his mind, Cervantes immediately remembered it, and suddenly realized: "Oh, it's "armed with God!"

At the next moment, several black shadows on the hillside disappeared into his sight.

The corners of his lips were pursed, his lazy gaze swept through the air, and Cervantes yawned...

Then, opened his eyes!

"Ah!"

The black dragon stomped on one foot, and the ground was cracked, and flames sprayed out from the cracks, illuminating the dusk of the evening.

The masked warrior lifted the giant sword upside down, dragging the afterimage behind him.

The strong wind from the soldier's forward struck the wall of flame that suddenly appeared in front of him. The black armor surface on his body reflected the light released by the flame, making him look like a god, shining a dazzling light.

Stepping on Cervantes, the soldier raised his head, his eyes met the black dragon's indifferent line of sight, and immediately felt a disgust-he looked like he was looking at a trivial ant!

"Humph!"

Can't help but snorted coldly, and the soldier waved the giant sword in his hand, and the heavy long sword was as dexterous as a natural limb in his hand.

The blade cut through the air, and the strong wind blew Cervantes' hair. I saw his body turning, his legs slightly bent, and the power was transferred from the tail vertebra to the tail. The strong and powerful dragon tail was flicked and beat. On the waist and abdomen of the warrior, shot him flying.

The warrior's body flew down quickly, but a dagger appeared silently under the black dragon. The rogue wrapped in a scale armor sprang out of the shadows, and then his head hit Cervantes' right palm.

It was even too late to respond, and the wanderer's thin body was poured into the ground by the black dragon.

"Well--"

The wanderer's eyes couldn't help but glared forward, almost rushing out of his eyes, blood pouring out of his throat, wafting through the black dragon's fingers, and also stained one of his palms.

The hand holding the dagger was unable to hang down, and the wanderer felt unbearable pain from all over his body, as if the entire skeleton had been crushed under this blow.

Cervantes' palm once again gripped the rogue's head, covering his eyes in despair—this time it was no longer a face, but a head!

However, at this moment-

Ding!

The shimmering shackles suddenly appeared and handcuffed Cervantes' limbs, suddenly letting him lose his strength.

Looking coldly at the shackles on his wrists and ankles, the black dragon took a deep breath and slowly stood up, standing tall on the burning ground.

The fire light reflected his cold face, and the wanderer lying on the ground coughed twice, slowly letting the broken part of the broken mask in the lower half slide off his face, revealing a chin stained with blood .

Cervantes turned his head and saw that the next person on the hillside was already half kneeling on the ground, with similar shackles on his limbs.

Between them, the chain that also gleamed with light shook gently in the air, connecting the man with Cervantes.

The power is lost... I am afraid that is the function of this shackle!

Cervantes lifted his wrist and glanced. A boot zoomed in quickly. He waved his hand subconsciously to resist, but suddenly felt the severe pain from his arm.

The monk kicked Cervantes on the arm and kicked him out.

After the black dragon flew out, his body fell to the ground and rolled for a few laps before stopping. The sudden sense of weakness made him stunned, lying quietly on the ground without moving.

With a trembling hand, the rogue took a bottle of medicament from his arms and poured it into his throat. Then his legs flexed, his waist and abdomen leaped from the ground, and when he turned around, he saw that the ranger appeared above the black dragon. The scimitar was swinging down, and there was a little regret in his heart.

It's a pity that it wasn't you who killed the black dragon...

The mage down the hill vomited a spit of blood and his body shivered.

The strength of the monk's foot just passed on to him just now, that is to say, if the black dragon died, he would also die...but it doesn't matter!

An avid nervous smile appeared on his face~www.NovelMTL.com~ The mage knelt on the ground and said softly: "Praise Arcane... Um!"

Suddenly, a penetrating injury appeared in his right palm. The severe pain passed into the brain through the nerves, and suddenly made him sweat cold.

However, he did not care about this--

The magister magnificently looked up, the black dragon didn't die? !

"interesting!"

The Ranger stared at his weapon blocked by the black dragon's raised palm, and even the right hand holding the weapon was held tightly by the black dragon's five fingers.

He tried to pull out the machete, but the black dragon chuckled, and his right arm was still.

"Do you know? Muscle power is just the force I use most often, because everything else is too much trouble..."

Cervantes raised the corners of his mouth high and grinned: "I'm lazy!" ()

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