Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 112 Chasing and fleeing

In order to get rid of the sight that sent chills down his spine, Ron rushed into the clouds at a high speed, tossing and turning in the clouds, trying to block the sight of those evil eyes with thick clouds.

After some attempts, Ron had already flown [-] to [-] meters, and he couldn't see the giant eyes behind the clouds when he looked back, but the sense of crisis in his heart did not decrease but increased.

Among the hill giant tribe, a hunchbacked figure with a height of seven meters, shrouded in a robe made of animal skin, and covered in bone ornaments, walked out from the stairs leading to the ground.

After walking out of the stairs, the hunched figure raised his head and looked towards the direction of Ron's flight in the sky, revealing a face as dry as a skeleton under the animal skin hood, and strange eyes without white in the eye sockets.

If Ron could recognize it here, the creature was the great shaman of the hill giant tribe he had seen in Glengor's memory.

A huge 16-meter-tall giant came to the big shaman with a heavy breath, but the big shaman under the beast robe waved his hands and said with a hoarse throat: "It's just two five-color dragons that have just grown up. What should we do to us?" It will not have any impact, you continue to deal with those lower creatures and do your own thing."

A gust of wind suddenly hit, supported the great shaman's feet, and gathered two wide wind wings behind it, carrying its body and chasing in the direction of Long En.

The non-stop overload stimulated the current in his body, and by creating an electric field to push himself, Ron flew for more than ten minutes without daring to stop.

The current stored in the scales, muscles, and blood consumed nearly half, and Ron's speed slowly slowed down.

"Oh! Why can't these damn fires be extinguished? What kind of spell is this? I'm going to die!"

The warning sign in his heart has not subsided. Hearing the screams of Golangesus at this time, if it weren't for the fact that he still has some usefulness, Ron would have liked to directly crush this guy who has more than failed to achieve success.

The black flame on Golangesas's body had already spread partly to Ron's claws. Ron frowned, but he didn't feel the slightest burning pain from it.

But Ron could feel that while the black fire was burning, his vitality was slowly being swallowed by the black fire.

Perhaps it was too little black fire, and the speed of this kind of devouring was very slow, and it was impossible to detect it if you didn't feel it carefully.

But Golangesus is different, his body is almost covered with black fire, presumably the speed of loss of vitality is not slow.

It's just that they are still on the way to escape, and for a while, neither dragon can think of any way to extinguish this strange black fire.

As soon as Ron's speed slowed down, the giant shaman who was chasing them quickly caught up.

Sensing the malice coming from behind, Ron hurriedly accelerated, and quickly distanced himself from the great shaman.

After opening the distance, Ron turned his direction, but was caught up by the big shaman after a while, obviously the other party left a tracking mark on him.

Facing the few spells released by the great shaman at random, Ron avoided the fatal parts as much as possible, and the non-lethal spells were blocked by the Golangesas in his claws.

"Aww! My wings are broken!" Golangesas, who was hit by the spell, wailed in Ron's claws.

"Shut up!" Ron scolded, "It's better to have your wings broken than mine. Do you think you can escape with your speed when I'm injured? We'll all die then!"

Golangesas thought about it, and realized that it seemed to be the case. Long En didn't just throw it away as a scapegoat.

After muttering a few words cursing the mountain giant's great shaman, Golangesas endured the pain and fell silent.

For the next two days, Ron kept his heartstrings tensed, not daring to relax.

Every time he speeds up and throws off the giant shaman of the hill, it won't take long for him to catch up again.

Every catch-up is a thrilling fight. With the electromagnetic cannon, Ron was able to repel the unsuspecting big shaman at first, but as the number of times the electromagnetic cannon was used increased, the big shaman was ready to deal with it in advance. After the magic spell, Ron can only use this to slow down its speed a little bit, and then speed up and throw it away.

When traveling, the real dragon can fly for a certain distance and then recover its physical strength by gliding high in the sky, but at this moment of escape, even the real dragon's body begins to feel tired after such a long period of extremely fast flight.

On the other hand, the giant shaman on the hill who was chasing them seemed to have endless spiritual power. It always released spells and followed Ron unhurriedly. Even if it caught up, it just threw a few spells at random, as if He doesn't care about the two real dragons.

Ron began to suspect that the mountain giant shaman didn't really want the lives of the two of them, but it kept chasing Ron and refused to let them go.

This made Ron completely unable to guess the opponent's mind, so he could only try his best to escape. After all, he couldn't bet his life that the hill giant didn't want to kill them.

After being chased and fled again, Ron glanced at the coordinates he got from "Elemental Final Chapter" in his mind.

In order to prevent the giant shaman from the hill from guessing that he came from the south and go directly to wreak havoc in his territory, Ron chose to fly north when escaping. On the sea between the continents, the location of that coordinate is getting closer and closer.

"Go to that coordinate to see?"

This idea was immediately rejected by Ron as soon as it came out.

Not to mention whether the coordinates are dangerous or whether they can provide him with a hiding place, just in case the giant shaman of the hill knows the secret of the coordinates, Ron will be at a loss.

After making a decision, Ron turned his direction again and flew away from the coordinates.

After fleeing for another two days amid mental tension and physical exhaustion, flying across the sea, a continent appeared in the eyes of Lon and Gorangesas.

They fled from Oonia to Lunia.

After flying into Lunia, the warning signs in Ron's heart slowly subsided, but he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance and was still flying north.

The hill giant shaman stopped at the edge of the Lunia continent, glanced at the direction of Ron's escape with his dark eyes without any emotional fluctuations, and then cast a spell to teleport back to the tribe.

As soon as he returned to the tribe, the leader of the hill giant immediately came to it and bowed respectfully. He was slightly surprised to see that it didn't bring back the corpses of the two dragon cubs.

The big shaman raised his head, and the face that was as dry as a skeleton under the animal skin hood unexpectedly regained some vitality, and his back was not as bent as before.

His muscles regrown, and his dry skin became tough and elastic, as if he had gotten some benefits from the black fire that devoured his life force.

"The white dragon doesn't matter, but most of the blue dragons live in clans. Killing it may attract a large group of damned blue dragons. At this juncture, we can't take these unnecessary risks."

(End of this chapter)