Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 746 Green Dragon
Zilong woke up.

This beautiful and huge creature lowered its head in aggrieved manner, looking at the young man in front of him who was exuding a dangerous aura, he couldn't figure it out.

Why can an elf have such great power? Could it be that there is a holy dragon hidden in his body?

It doesn't understand anything, it's just an underage dragon.

In contrast, the female elf next to this elf who could talk to him in an ancient language was much easier to talk to, and exuded a comfortable aura that made the dragon want to rub his head against her body.

The young man kept muttering some complicated content, and when the female elf seemed to be in a dilemma, she popped out many words that Zilong couldn't understand, and finally ended in communication failure.

Watching the young man wave his hand, turn around and leave, Zilong finally relaxed and lay down, flapping its wings twice.

But within a few minutes after the two elves went out, they turned back in front of him again.

"Let me ask you, can your cry be recognized by your people?"

Zilong understood what he said this time, and nodded.

"Come with us."

Cyril had his hands behind his back, Misha was beside him, and the Zilong behind him followed him obediently like a horse.

"Clan, do you want to use the cry of the purple dragon to attract the green dragon that rushed into the black forest?"

"If the green dragon isn't too far away from us, we should be able to hear the voice of the purple dragon." Cyril had a headache, "The green dragon is an adult dragon, and it can communicate much better than this baby dragon... "

Thinking that on the first day of the new year, he would have to deal with legendary creatures that he had never seen in the game, and Cyril didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

"But the other party is an adult giant dragon. Although you can suppress a young dragon with magic specialties, if you really meet an adult dragon..."

"You have to touch it to find out." Cyril stopped.

They had come to the side adjacent to the Black Forest.

The last eruption of Nora the day before yesterday caused the border of the Black Forest to recede a lot, and the forest eroded a trace of a crescent moon towards the direction of the Black Forest.

"How is it? Have you seen the giant dragon?" He asked the elf guards stationed here.

"The patrol team did find traces of giant monsters crawling in the black forest, but they didn't dare to pursue them further..." The elf guard replied, while peeking at the purple dragon following behind Cyril, he saw the huge monster Eyeballs widened suddenly, and the dragon head turned around and snorted at him, scaring the elf guard almost to the ground.

"Stand back, a battle may break out here later, be careful not to be accidentally injured."

Cyril waited until the guards had retreated, and then let Misha send a message, which made Zilong scream.

"Ho Ho~ Ho Ho~"

Zilong's cry didn't sound any mighty, but like a coquettish kitten, it sounded soft and not too loud.

"How can you hear that green dragon when you call like that?" Cyril was dissatisfied, and urged, "Speak louder, louder!"

"But I can only shout so loudly." Zilong blinked at Misha, confidently.

"It can only be so loud?" Cyril muttered, walked around behind Zilong, and kicked his ass hard:
"Roar!!!"

Zilong's howl resounded through the sky.

"It's more or less the same." Cyril clapped his palms, walked back to the front, looked at Zilong's aggrieved expression, and couldn't help laughing, "Okay, you are a dragon anyway, I will at most let you kick like this." You hurt a little, you'll be fine soon..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around suddenly and looked at the black forest behind him.

"Shusha, Rusha—"

There were bursts of rapid noises in the dead black forest. As the sound got closer, the rustling sound became the sound of trees breaking.

"Back off."

Cyril stretched out his hand to block Misha behind him, his other hand was already holding the long sword, and he closed his eyes slightly. The gust of wind whizzed around him and poured into the forest. Shape:

"Extremely fast, with a body length...at least 30 meters!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a blue light emerged from the long sword in his hand, which turned into a 20-meter-long blade, and slashed forward with all his strength.

However, the long sword had just been slashed, and in the darkness in front of him, a mass of turquoise flame shot out like a cannonball, just hitting the blade of Cyril's wind blade, and was divided by the blade It was broken into two pieces, shattered in mid-air, turned into scattered red flames, and fell among the trees.

As soon as those blue fires fell to the ground, they began to burn blazingly again, as if they would not be extinguished.

Cyril didn't care about the scattered flames, his arms were still slightly numb from the momentum of the flames, and he didn't make any reservations at the moment, the power of the feather of Isis was added to his whole body, and then he once again swung the long sword Stand up in front of you.

He completed this series of movements extremely quickly, but the huge figure that was moving swiftly in the forest had also rushed out of the black forest at this time.With huge wings spread out, the huge and strong body soared into the sky from the black forest with a strong wind. The dark green scales shone brightly in the sun and looked extremely beautiful, but what accompanied it was full of Deadly dragon law spell!

Cyril only felt that the magic power around him was like boiling water in a hot pot at this moment, gurgling and boiling.He only felt something bad in his heart, and subconsciously shouted: "Wuliang Fengyu!"

The cyan wind swarmed out from his wind element pool, trying to push all the agitated magic power to a distance, but then Cyril found that the magic power of the wind domain, which he knew well all along, didn't obey the command at this moment. Let's start a riot with those magical powers too!
This is...Dragon language magic?
Cyril's heart was beating wildly, and the magic power around him was fluctuating in a rapid and tense rhythm, even wanting to induce the magic power in his body to fall into such a wave frequency together.

If this continues, the magic power in his body will be assimilated by the outside world, and the instigator of all this, what kind of offensive the green dragon flying in mid-air will make, Cyril has no idea at all!
"Stand back, get out of the way!"

His eyes were wide open, and the magic power in his body surged out once again. This time, he only stayed on the blade for a moment, and then he swung the arm holding the sword, and it turned into a crescent-shaped arc, facing the sky. Slash away!

Attack!

He saw the look of contempt in the vertical pupils of the dragon's eyes, as if this attack from him, at least at the extraordinary level, could not catch his eyes at all.

And then, he understood why the latter was so contemptuous——

Boom boom, boom boom!
He clearly heard the frequency of the magic fluctuations around him, and the wind blade he slashed stayed in the air, and then fluctuated twice with the same frequency.

"boom!"

The wind blade shattered, and even before it could get within ten meters of the dragon's body, it shattered in mid-air.

And this unique magic fluctuation is still going on, boom boom!Boom!The sound was deafening, and the time seemed so long at this moment. Obviously, only a short second passed, and Cyril felt that he had heard dozens of thuds exploding in his ears, with his own magic power, and With my own heartbeat, it is transforming towards this frequency!

dong dong!dong dong!
dong dong!dong dong!
The frequency was getting faster and faster, and there was a crackling sound coming out of nowhere, and then bursts of magical explosions quickly came from a distance to where he was, and in the blink of an eye, they had already exploded around him!
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Three consecutive explosions hit Cyril's hands, legs, and feet. When he reacted and was about to move, the fourth explosion had already sounded. The place where the explosion was...his body!
boom!
On his left back waist, the magic power whose frequency was controlled by the green dragon was shattered like the magic power from the outside world. Cyril snorted, only feeling a burst of sharp pain in his back waist, and his clothes were instantly shattered. Dye a piece of red.

However, the explosion of magic power was just the beginning. While he was groaning, more explosions had already exploded around him in all directions!

Bang bang bang!

Blood mist sprayed out from his pores. He gritted his teeth and raised his head, bearing the pain caused by the explosion of magic power, staring at the giant dragon above his head who was still looking down with a mocking gaze.

"Like to watch?"

Cyril suddenly lowered his waist, lowering his whole body, and then all the strength in his body turned to his legs. In the next second, he jumped tens of meters high, soaring into the sky, and rushed straight towards the dragon.

The giant dragon Stanford hovered in mid-air, and he seemed to be laughing at the elf who rushed towards him over his own strength——Dragon Law Spell: Synchronized Magic Power, all the magic power in an area was allocated by him. The frequency fluctuates, if he wants to make it burst, he makes it burst, and if he wants to make it stop flowing, he makes it stop flowing.

He admitted that the magical power of this elf is indeed a bit exaggerated, but in front of his dragon art skills, these huge amounts of magical power will instead become the source of its collapse.

His gaze flicked to the purple dragon behind him.He didn't intend to deal with an elf in such a way, but the other party hurt his kind...

In that case, blow up your legs first——

As long as you manipulate the magic power in the elf's body to cause an explosion in its legs as before, it is enough...

"Ok?"

Stanford made a voice of doubt, and he noticed in an instant that there was no magic power flowing in the young man's legs at this time, no, it was his whole body, and there was no sign of any magic power...

This also means that at this moment, his dragon art is completely ineffective——

But without the support of magic power, what did this young man want to do by jumping up?
During these few flashes, the young elf had jumped over his head. He turned his dragon eyes upwards, and what he saw was the latter's raised right fist and his falling figure...

He, wants to box with a giant dragon?
Are all elves so good at playing now?
Stanford just felt like laughing, but he couldn't laugh at all.

Because his consciousness was suddenly disconnected at this moment, and there was only darkness in his eyes——

The right fist that was not as big as his eyes hit his head, and the dull loud sound echoed in his skull. It took nearly half a second before he came back to his senses.

He, the majestic green dragon Stanford, was punched by an elf and almost passed out?
Stanford's long eyes widened, he couldn't believe what had just happened, and at random he found that his body was already falling.He vibrated his wings and tried to fly again, but the young elf who was holding his dragon horn and standing above his head had already taken a deep breath and punched down a second time!

"Boom!!"

This time, the sound of the explosion was even stronger than the last punch. Stanford was dizzy, and couldn't even maintain his balance, and fell downwards intensified!

He hit the ground firmly, making a deep hole in the ground.When he shook his head and looked up, he found himself falling in front of that purple dragon.

And Zilong's eyes are full of sympathy:
"Don't be surprised, Stanford, I was beaten like this."

"You too? No, no, no, you can't be better than me at all? You are a magic dragon, and I am a green dragon. My physical strength is comparable to yours..."

"I suspect that this elf is actually a holy dragon."

Zilong's words choked back everything Stanford said.

"Don't whisper there, Misha, translate!"

Cyril spat a mouthful of blood and jumped off Stanford's head.

Cyril did not expect that his physical strength could be stronger than the serious dragon, and even far surpassed.He even began to wonder why he was carrying a sword with him, and he was afraid that he could directly slap the Adonis' depravity off it.

The power of Isis is superimposed with the power of the holy skeleton guard itself. At this time, using the dragon as a reference unit, it finally reflects the horror of its own value.

Misha was already softly chanting the healing technique, and sprinkled gentle natural light on Cyril's body, restoring the damaged parts of his body that had just been damaged by the magic explosion.

"They are sharing their experience of being defeated by you." Misha covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

"These giant dragons have no ambitions. Others are bragging about how powerful they are, so they are here to share how they were beaten." Cyril shook his head, and then said, "Come on, you can translate for them."

"You guys, where are you from? Go back and lead the way."

"I, want to see, more, dragon."

Cyril said so firmly.

There is only less than a month left for him, and during this month, he needs someone to help him get close to the core of the Black Forest, Fisebol.

The elf's power is obviously not enough to be his pillar. The only elf who can help him, the heart of the tree, Ilandar, is still alive and dead at this moment, and Nora's power can only be used to maintain the stability of the current forest.

And after thinking about it, the only ones who can help him are the uninvited guests today.

The dragon field that has not yet appeared in the world, and its master, the giant dragon.

If he could persuade a group of giant dragons to accompany him to attack, then what else could stop him?

　I wrote a chapter of orz very jumpily
　　
　
(End of this chapter)