Black sail

Chapter 583 CCXVII. Shadow of History

The most outrageous thing happened!

The most outrageous thing happened!

To the three evil dragon judges, the scene before them was a thousand times more shocking than hearing the news of the emperor's death.

It's as if a mentally retarded Parkinson's patient actually performed a highly complex neurosurgery operation using only a screwdriver and a pipe wrench.

No one expected Archer to fight, they just hoped that he could ask for orders when he got to the battlefield, because there were important things to do and he was ordered not to drink alcohol during the past few days.

A few minutes ago, Archer was so frightened by the black army of cans that he just heard a loud noise. Something was happening in the city, so he thought of a tactic to avoid it and came in to take a look.

But I didn't dare to come in without drinking. Lao Li was playing more and more extravagantly. It was so good to live on the ship before, but now Archer can't do anything about it.

Because to Archer personally, being a ship's cook is actually no different from being a major shareholder. He drinks every day, and the money is wasted by pretending to be a rich man. For him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't pretend to be a rich man. Hey, there's really not much difference.

I sneaked in two bites.

"Dragonborn?"

The leading judge could only think so.

Learning how dragons make sounds is more difficult than becoming a professor at the Pedan National Arcane Academy. Ten years is the basic unit. A person starts learning at the age of ten. Even if he is a genius, he is just getting started at the age of twenty. There is some power of words in his language, but it is not enough to cast a complete word spell.

Moreover, the circle of people who speak out in the Western Continent is very small, and most of them know each other. They will directly come up with someone who has never been heard of from where.

What kind of scene has the judge not seen? This scene is really something he has never seen before.

The Voice-Maker can basically only speak in Dragon Language. If he puts his energy into practicing swordsmanship or learning magic, he won't be able to even get started even after ten years, let alone dying.

The magic of words and spirits, transformed into dragon scales.

It does not grow real dragon scales, but translucent golden scales that cover the body surface, greatly enhancing the physical fitness and giving it terrifying defensive capabilities. It also has some characteristics of a dragon and grows translucent energy horns and a tail.

All three judges are in this state.

and also……

Archer.

Archer used a knife, holding his most commonly used rough iron curved sword, which was almost a knife.

"This is really fucking awesome..."

Archer's face was red and his ears were swollen from drinking. He stretched out his hand to look at the translucent golden scales all over his body.

He managed to learn the most basic fireball technique by reading pornographic books, but there was no other way. Unleashing arcane magic required concentration, which was usually mental strength.

But the master's mental strength is so weak that he can't even light a cigarette, let alone kill people with a fireball.

But the magic of words is different. It is a more wonderful power that touches the language of dragons. It is a kind of essential power that does not require any consumption.

Archer was thinking about coming over to take a look, and saw Garsek lying completely down and unable to fly, looking very weak, and Fafner who was protecting her.

Fafnir transformed into a human form and was not affected by the "Fallen" Word Spirit. She blocked three judges and the Sword of Time by herself.

The racial gap is insurmountable.

But the other party... is the elite of the sect and the most authoritative dragon-slaying expert. Even Fafner was injured. They can only defend and prevent these people from getting close to Garsek.

The fight here was so intense that Archer didn't dare to rush forward, otherwise he would be killed instantly by the aftermath.

But he studied it for a while, listening to the inexplicable bird calls of the three judges, and the more he listened, the more familiar it sounded. Or maybe it wasn't familiar, it was just some kind of absolute pitch, some kind of extraordinary and ultimate talent.

Dragons and humans are fundamentally different. Archer can never learn the words used by Garsek and Fafner, but the same kind of vocalizations...

it's good now.

There is one more person who can speak the dragon language, which is even rarer than the dragon capital.

In the dragon scale state, Archer's poor physique due to years of alcoholism and even breathlessness when doing physical work was completely made up. In addition, he relied entirely on his talent and developed his own style of knife skills, which was as good as cutting vegetables. He was able to make a name for himself in the East China Sea.

There was no whistling sound as the blade broke through the air, only three strands of broken hair were cut into six pieces by the cyclone along its trajectory. When the Judge stepped back half a step and tried to block, a blood line as thin as a spider silk appeared on his left collarbone. That was the trajectory that the blade had already drawn three seconds ago. At the same time, the dragon scale state cut through the transparent golden scales, but the delayed line of sight conveyed this death warning.

Blood surged wildly.

"What egg offspring? Daji will behave herself as soon as she pours the tea into the pot."

Archer didn't understand Dragonborn very well. He knew that he was definitely not one. He had already been verified in the Zeon court. If he wanted to enter the palace kitchen, he had to be tested for everything. After all, he was a servant of the royal family. He was a pure cow and horse. He had no blood limit, so he couldn't be Amatras. As for those who were not talented, they could only drink those few bowls of wine. It was boring.

The overly vulgar words made Fafner, who grew up in Paradise Port, feel her pupils tremble. Even if the dog pirates on the island were of low quality, they were not as good as a casual remark from a gifted monster.

You try very hard to be a fairy, trying to be dark, crazy and murderous, reading aloud in school, and the school beauty falls in love with you instantly. You are so niche, rebellious and elegant, OIOI, you have stolen all the limelight.

But even if such an effort of low quality was made to ascend to the upper realm and become a 3D heavenly soldier or general, he was just one of the 3 people who could be killed in one second by the D Great Sage Archer.

3D refers to low culture, low quality, low income, and the brother is on the run.

The leading judge was dumbfounded. This existence was too chaotic.

People who want to learn how to pronounce dragon language often gather at the peak of Avgeni. This highest peak in the western continent has countless secondary names, and the Throat of the World is one of them. Because of its height and quietness, it is an excellent place to practice, but no one has ever heard of a person like Archer.

Those who can learn dragon language in a short period of time can only be dragon descendants, who imitate the immortal will of ancient dragons and are the so-called bloodlines born from true dragons in the mortal world.

But this thing doesn't look like a dragon at all, and doesn't have any characteristics of a dragonborn.

Could it be that... there really is such a genius?

So what are these decades of my life worth?
The heart of Taoism collapsed.

The three judges and Archer were all in the same dragon scale state, but in terms of swordsmanship and knife skills, they were many levels behind Archer and were completely suppressed by Archer.

Fafnir also used a terrifying area spell to slow down the white-robed men with dragon faces and helmets, preventing them from providing support.

In desperation, the Judge repeatedly cast spells of words and dragon breath, but the difference in power between the spells cast by humans and dragons was too great. They could be said to be fakes, but in terms of killing, the destructive power was far greater.

The dragon's breath of fire spewed towards Archer. The moment the curved sword was swung out, the blade on both sides whistled through the air, the strong wind swept the blade like a dragon's roar, the horizontal sword flashed like thunder, and the flames were split before the sword's force was retracted.

Archer responded directly, first pouring out flaming dragon breath towards the three people, forcing them to dodge in panic and unable to form a formation. With the terrifying speed enhanced by the dragon scale transformation, he only attacked one of them at first, dodged a few times, stepped forward, and slashed at the rising dragon diagonally.

It looks like only one knife, but it emits countless cold lights.

The way a butcher cuts up an ox is like the way a butcher hangs pork on a hook: leg meat, tenderloin, pork belly, elbow meat, ribs, tendons, offal... all these parts are spread out, and the blood is released and separated in an instant. There is no fishy smell at all, and they can be cooked directly.

This knife technique is too weird!

One of the three judges is dead.

But Fafner could not withstand the large number of Swords of Time, all of whom were the elite of the sect. Although they were collectively called Swords of Time, among them were sorcerers, magic swordsmen, and strong men who knew how to control time through eternal miracles.

There is a person in the Sword of Time who is well versed in the miracles of the Dragon Lord. Fafna feels that everything around her has become slow, as if time has frozen, but it is only within a certain range. The fire in the city inside the field is swaying more slowly, while outside the field there is still flames of war.

And that person!

It was so fast that it seemed like it came from the future. Fafner realized it too late and a sword had already stabbed her in the back.

boom!
The exoskeleton armor glove tightly grasped the sword, and Kawatetsu gave a strong flick, breaking it directly.

Xia Di, Chiyo Sakai, and a part of the Black Sail troops have arrived and joined the battle.

"So he's waiting here!"

Xia Di was secretly shocked. Zote was preparing to kill the dragon directly. Judging from the movements here, he was the core strength of the sect.

Fafner is Fafner, and Black Sail are just ordinary people. Each Sword of Time is a top master. Chuan Che broke the man's sword. The man was also well versed in arcane magic. Ice crystals gathered to form a sharp blade in his hand, and rushed towards Chuan Che.

The Sword of Time alone was enough to entangle the hall-level Kawatoshi.

Chuan Che is famous for his superb fighting skills. He must be very powerful to be selected by the Lostra Intelligence Agency. However, the white-robed man with a dragon mask and helmet, who is just a nameless guy, was able to hold him back.

Fafnir had already killed some of the Swords of Time, and there were more than ten left.

But now Fafnir is in a bad condition due to injuries, and Garsek seems to be in a semi-comatose state and unable to fight.

Xia Di was also attacked by two Swords of Time, and the troops he brought could only delay time. Only a few captains who had participated in the East China Sea Peak Tournament Li Site season were barely able to fight.

Chiyo Sakai may seem like a woman, but she is also a diva who is treated as a guest of honor by Dollinger. If Ernie, who is known as the Mirror Sea Sword King, was not too heroic, few people could be her opponent.

The eight-foot-long Ueno-tachi that can be used to hang clothes, combined with Qigong and physical skills, came here because she wanted to chase her husband thousands of miles away, and to advance and retreat with Xia Di.

After walking for dozens of miles, he actually killed a Sword of Time.

As the reinforcement team ordered by Finn arrived, the situation gradually became stalemate.

But the stalemate won't last long.

The bone-winged corpse bat flew away. Zoth had already arrived above Silvermoon City. He jumped down from a low altitude and slammed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Ah... it's like going back to the old days."

Zote was never so familiar with anything.

Countless battles in the Old Aramean suppression movement ended like this, with fire sweeping through the city, burning everything.

Recalling the past, the sound of war drums was tragic and the flags fluttered in the wind.

Zoth loves this fire. It consumes everything and brings everything to its knees. This is... the essence of power.

Another massacre.

Zote was unaware that he had his back to a huge monster.

Although Garsek was hit by the "Fallen" Word Spirit, the situation gradually calmed down as Fafnir, Archer and others delayed time.

Just by flapping its wings, the terrifying dragon with a wingspan of 100 meters, the air wave alone blew the buildings on one side of the city into pieces. The force of the fierce swing was more than ten thousand kilograms? There was only one goal, to kill Zote directly!

The loud noise seemed to shake away all the haze in the sky.

Zote did not even turn his head. The bright red filled the Ten Directions Great Destruction, which was the power of the Massacre Kingdom! With his back to the sword, he stood alone like a rock in the torrent.

Not moving at all!

Shake the giant wings apart! Make them vibrate in the air!
He looked back and slashed with his backhand, cutting the wings that were suspended powerlessly in the air.

The surging blood, flowing like a waterfall, dyed the entire city red.

Everyone just felt their scalps tingling.
"I kill you……"

Valrhona lost her mind.

(End of this chapter)