The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 9 Dragon Cub: Please turn on the microphone to communicate

dragon.

In almost all myths and legends, their huge bodies, hard scales, the power to destroy towns with a single movement, and the terrifying dragon breath that can breathe out flames are always enviable and praised by people.

Probably keen to challenge the powerful is the instinct of all primates, so they will always appear as villains and become the targets of the warriors.In fact, in the era before the extinction of the Age of Gods, the population of giant dragons was rampant, and in order to maintain the order of mankind, there were also brave men who would appear to slay dragons.

But I have never heard of humans who came to challenge the dragon just to verify their strength.

But Menechel broke that precedent.

The huge creature in front of him is indeed worthy of the modification of "giant". Its dark body is bigger than any monster that Menechel has seen before, but the size of its eyes is as high as a person's. Can't keep my eyes open.

But what opponent could be more exciting than that.

Menechel's red eyes shone with excitement, and the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling and collided wantonly everywhere in his body, making his eyes and skin stained with blood.

Pulling out the knight sword pinned to his waist, the slender sword pointed directly at the crouching dragon in front of him, but the huge size difference made people feel that the blade might break at any time.

Teacher Meilin should make a big sword.

Such thoughts emerged in Menechel's mind. He ignored the disappearing "guiding elves" around him, and just walked towards the dragon step by step. The cloth armor on Menechel's body rustled under the strong air current. .

When approaching a certain distance, the sleeping giant dragon suddenly opened its eyes, and through the bright golden vertical pupils of the opponent, Minechel could clearly see his own shadow.

The moment the dragon woke up, Menechel changed the slow approaching speed before, and rushed straight to the dragon's head with the force of his feet. Vertical pupil.

But then Minechel's charging posture stopped for a while, and the strong wind brought by the dragon's flapping wings made Minechel's forward posture pause slightly.

During this short period of stagnation, the giant dragon had leapt up, breaking free from the constraints of the ground, and then, a dragon tail unceremoniously smashed down on its head.

With a slightly uncomfortable click, Minechel protected his head with both hands, and forcibly took the top-to-bottom slam, and used his feet hard at the moment of landing to prevent himself from falling into an unfavorable position lying on the ground.

The legs supported a much heavier weight than usual. Even though Menechel had been repaired by phantoms over and over again, the innate gap between humans and dragons could not be eliminated so easily.

With my legs sinking inch by inch into the dirt beneath my feet, and my knees buckling uncontrollably—it was certainly worse than the bad position of being pinned down.

But it is impossible to get away now.

Menechel's heart sank, and he let go of the dragon's tail with both hands at the same time, turned his head to avoid his vitals, and let the dragon's tail swing on his shoulder.

Menechel's body tilted and almost fell to the side. A fiery feeling came from his left shoulder, but he had no time to think about it. Before the dragon's tail could be retracted, Minechel suddenly embraced the dragon's tail with both hands, and grabbed the dragon's tail. At the end, the right wrist holding the sword turned and inserted the blade into the gap between the dragon scales.

It doesn't have a precise hitting feel, and the force is too little.Menechel thought to himself and simply let go of the hilt.

Frightened, the giant dragon roared and rushed upwards, and Menechel also used his strength to push his own feet.

If you let it fly up again, you will only be beaten passively.

Menechel knew it very well, so he was not prepared to let the dragon go so easily.

"give me--"

Menechel was being dragged and saw that he was about to hang in the air. Suddenly he took a deep breath, loosened his hands and changed them into grasps, and firmly grasped the tip of the dragon's tail. Lin easily cut Menechel's palm, blood splashed down the palm one by one.

But the wonderful touch from the tail also obviously had a wonderful effect on the dragon, and Menechel could feel the originally huge resistance stop at this moment. (Note 1)

"—Come down!"

The arm exerted force, and even Menechel's whole body bowed down due to excessive force.Received a strong traction force greater than the power, the dragon's body fell downwards.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.Accompanied by a roar.Menechel barely climbed up from the pit.

Just now I only thought about how to block the dragon's flying advantage, completely ignoring the risk that I might be overwhelmed.

There was a strong tearing sensation from the lower back, and a crackling bone sound from the left shoulder.

The pain that could not be conveyed just now due to too much excitement came as promised at this moment. Menechel licked his lips that were dry due to too much excitement. He caught a glimpse of the knight sword that he had just discarded, but it was a pity that the sword was already damaged. A crack appeared.

Are dragon scales so hard?
Menechel's gaze was fixed, and a roar with strong resentment penetrated into Minechel's eardrums.

That guy hasn't fainted yet?
In the blink of an eye, a bad feeling arose, completely ignoring the chivalry, Minechel rolled sideways again, and in an instant a purple-red beam of light shot out from the smoke.The high temperature caused by the strong magic power fluctuation instantly made the air dry.

Menechel, who couldn't dodge in time, held his injured arm, and the high temperature instantly stopped the wound from bleeding, but he didn't have to worry about losing his fighting ability due to blood loss.

Fortunately, it was the left hand that was injured, and at least one hand was still usable.

He turned his head to look at the outline of his left hand, and Menechel cracked his mouth.

Completely useless now.

He leaned over to pick up the knight's sword that fell on the ground. To be honest, he already regretted coming to challenge the dragon.

The heart was beating violently, supplying the blood in the body to all parts of the body, and the pain was no longer obvious due to the high excitement of the brain at this time.

The aroused fierce knight swung his sword to cut off the charred skin and flesh. At this time, the young brain had completely lost rational control. Minechel couldn't tell the difference between [the dragon stood up] and [charged with the sword] Which one happened first.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Menechel could only think of one thing now, to kill the damned dragon.

-------small theater----

Note 1:

(maybe to change the perspective)
Morgan in the dark: "Challenge this dragon? Even a young dragon is brave, so please help me a little."

Throw a "weakening magic" to your own dragon, and throw a "strengthening magic" to others

Morgan in the dark: "Anyway, it's just a reptile's struggle..."

Boom—(The dragon falls to the ground)

Morgan: "?"

……

Ps: Don't worry, it's not a broken arm.Bedivere is enough for the one-armed knight or something
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