Othua's War Banner

Chapter 502 0501: Dragon Sarah Elish
Gema was cut to blood clots by the scorching battle axe, screaming and moaning like the wind at the bottom of the abyss.

He twisted and twitched, and unexpectedly reorganized again in the severe pain, more hands and feet appeared, trembling while holding on to the hot stone.

Greedy Bridge turned around and looked at the poor guy: "Look, if he refuses, I can't interfere."

The ferocity in Flengundo's eyes became more obvious, and terrible destruction was brewing in this body.

Greedy Bridge's laughter was still clear, and he even had to take out his silver tin staff to support himself: "Great orc battle banner, I have heard countless weak people pray to you, but you enjoy conquest, indulge in killing, in the face of the future of the northern border, Why are you willing to commit yourself to listening to the cries of ants?"

He passed through the orcs who were brewing power, and passed through the impenetrable mourning undead.

Greedy Bridge walked in front of Gema, his voice was sad, and in front of him was the best 'ant'.

He said: "Some things can surpass greatness regardless of distinction, do you believe it? For example, greed, such as ambition, and the realization of a certain crazy obsession at all costs. The power of ants is this kind of ruthlessness, which can Tolerate more."

Gema turned into a bigger mass of meat, and its majestic vitality was still surging.

Of course, Greedy Bridge would not expect this kind of thing to achieve his goal. His greed can accept the blood of ancient beasts, and then he can become the best container to meet the real doomsday.

The lava around Frengunduo emitted blue smoke, and the sword called Beast Blood seemed to become even hotter.

When he stood up, all the souls of the dead were running away, and destruction was always more terrifying than resentment.

The back of Greedy Bridge was exposed in front of Frengundo, still leaning on his expensive cane, staring at the suffering mortals, enjoying the negative emotions escaping in the air.

Frengundo's knife fell on the center of the bridge, and flames shot up into the sky like a fountain.

The melted bones fell, cooled, and solidified around the bridge like rain, emitting green smoke and the smell of corpses, as if the dirty soul inside had never died.

He stepped on the trembling oven legacy, leaped closer, and lowered the blade of judgment with the roar of the orc.

Then all the stones in front of him collapsed and exploded because of this trick, and there was an irreparable hole in the center of the bridge. Gema was divided into scorched lumps, and fell into the bottomless abyss with the rumbling molten stone...

His flesh and blood are still reorganizing, and the roar is more unwilling than any prisoner who has been executed, and it seems to be still permeating.

The more Gema desires power, the deeper the hatred, and the stronger the obsession, the more vigorous the vitality endowed by Greedy Bridge.

The thin man stood in the middle of the burnt bridge, surrounded by broken iron cables. The edges of the steel showed signs of melting, and the cold wind was not disturbed when it fell to the surroundings.

He took off his top hat, revealing his neatly combed hair and calm face.

Flengundo suddenly realized that he had entered a trap of some kind.

Greedy Bridge deliberately waited for him here, in order to use the most respected battle banner in the north to humiliate Gema, so that this soul could better achieve his desired goal.

Frengundo became even more angry, the flames became more intense, and the black armor shrouded him in terrifying coercion.

What he said was heavier and more powerful than an avalanche, but it fell into the ears of the greedy bridge like a bleak wind passing through the hall: "I don't care what you want to do to Palotus, and I don't care what your ability is. , I will eventually destroy those monsters."

"Ah."

With a sound, Greedy Bridge sneered.

"Ha ha."

The voice became lonely.

He turned to face the orc again.

Frengundo saw real emotion on this hypocritical face. Gema had already fallen, and he didn't need to hide it. It seemed to be some kind of anger and regret?

Greedy Bridge's body began to become transparent, as if preparing to leave.

He kept staring at Frengundo as he put the top hat back on: "You're wrong, I don't care about the North at all, I hate it more than any of you, and want to escape from it more than I approve of pathetic mortals." ..."

Then the bridge began to shake and collapse, and all kinds of weird spirits flew towards the top.

They escaped ten thousand times faster than the orc threat just now, and at the same time, the abyss at the bottom of the bridge showed its true appearance.

The illusion of Greedy Bridge was dispelled, and the magnificence of the dwarven underground palace emerged before his eyes again.

The bone meal floor tiles under the feet of Frengundo disappeared.

He fell like a meteorite, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped onto the real land. Looking around, he saw a magnificent hall, which was closer to the decoration style of the square outside.

The dwarf sculpture, also hundreds of meters high, stared down at him.

The prototypes of these ancient buildings are the dwarf emperors of all ages, who have the same high glory and wealth as Sterlin, each holding his most famous weapon, wearing armor that only appeared in legends, and bowing his head firmly The intruding orc battle banner.

Frengundor could feel a real sense of oppression from these dead things.

This is the room he should step into after crossing the giant gate, but as the Greedy Bridge disappears, the beating heart becomes more real, and the incomprehensible consciousness is awakening...

The entire dwarven underground palace began to gradually collapse, the towering sculptures cracked and fell, and huge boulders fell around Frengundo.

The orc's fiery aura can melt flying debris.

The confusion in Flengundo's mind was cleared.

The purpose of the dwarves in building the oven heritage was not only to keep the disaster in Palotusby, but also to trap some very dangerous things in the north.

Greedy Bridge... Manipulating greed and gaining power, if it spreads to the entire continent...

The ground beneath Frengundo's feet began to shake.

Before he could figure it out, some unknown threat exploded in his ears.

The gigantic hall, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, was raised as if stepping on the waves, and countless icicles protruded from the hard ground. Their regular shape and pitch-black color were like the coffins of some gods.

The wanton cold air escaped along the steep slope tens of meters high, and the originally magnificent building was destroyed in a blink of an eye.

Then something similar to a wild beast replaced the original ground and grew against the entire dwarven underground palace. The huge resentment and exaggerated movements seemed to want to break free from this cage!
Frengundo was knocked down against the wall by a huge force.

The giant continues to rise.

The dome covering the entire Red Maple Heights is flickering, as if something wants to destroy it.

The hunting in the distance received the call and became even more bloodthirsty. Countless humans saw the end of the world at that moment, and the architectural traces piled up by generations of humans were so easily obliterated.

From the depths of the earth, Frengundor was lifted into the sky, and fell like a meteor.

He let out a beast roar, and fell freely in the sky, but suddenly opened six eyes beside him, which were the eyes of a real dragon, staring at this strange and familiar world...

"Dragon..."

(End of this chapter)