Lord Roar

Chapter 342

Facing Brad who had turned into a giant dragon, everyone present completely overturned their perception of the dragon race.

This guy is really shameless.

"You're fucking deceitful!" Allen shouted unconvinced.

Rooney saw the needle, and incited everyone to shout for the third time: "This guy is cheating, everyone copy him and kill him."

"Can you calm down a bit?" This time, the two masters Downey couldn't stand it anymore. Why did the druid magister next to him seem to be stimulated by schizophrenia? This guy has a grudge against the dragon or something?
Rooney shrank his head and said nothing when he saw a group of people ignoring him.

"I...I'm going to cheat, what can you do?" Brad, who became a dragon, gave up the bottom line completely, and roared: "As long as you defeat me in dragon form, I will lose, so Is it all right?"

"Your mother is next door, you really don't want any face." Allen grabbed a small rock on the ground and threw it towards the sky, as if angry with a bear child.

Seeing that Allen was completely out of control, Brad laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, admit defeat, human beings, you are not my opponent after all, hahahaha, how could the mighty Green Light Brad lose to a human being?" ,Hahaha."

Brad indulged in his own fantasy of invincibility.

Angelina felt that her companion was really a disgrace to the Dragon Clan. It seems that she should not let this guy come out without incident in the future, it would be too embarrassing for Raging Flame Dragon City.

Allen smiled angrily, and asked contemptuously: "If you change into a dragon form, can I find help?"

Brad's smile stopped abruptly. He glanced at the row of magicians standing at the gate of the Bloodhoof camp, shook his head guiltyly and said, "They can't do it. You can ask ordinary soldiers for help."

After Brad finished speaking, the huge dragon head looked proud.

He felt that his IQ had already broken through the sky. As long as there were no magicians, ordinary fighters would not be able to reach him even if they stood on the ground, not to mention whether they could break through their defenses.

Allen smiled, and suddenly shouted: "Are you sure?"

"Hahaha, I'm sure."

As soon as Brad finished speaking, dozens of metal balls flew out from the Bloodhoof tribe.

The big Brad didn't use magic to intercept at all, and let the metal ball hit him.

Then. .Then it was completely SM.

After the net throwing bucket improved by Migard and Fan Di, the metal net is condensed and smaller in size, and the stretching speed is faster after hitting an object.

Orpheus sighed, and said secretly: "The fourth-order wood dragon lost."

I saw that after the huge wooden dragon was hit by the metal ball, its whole body was instantly covered with a metal net, and the improved barbs hung on the edge of each dragon scale and began to shrink continuously.

From being hit by the metal ball to being restrained by dozens of metal nets, in the blink of an eye, Brad, who hadn't reacted at all, fell to the ground dully, smashing a big hole and stirring up waves of dust.

After a wave of green elements fluctuated, Allen ran over quickly, jumped up with a big flying kick, kicked Brad back into a human form, and made another cross.

Brad didn't give up, and changed back to the dragon posture again.

It's a pity that those metal meshes are still wrapped around him.

Brad changed back to a human figure again, and Allen rushed over with a big flying kick, followed by a set of cross guards.

There is no way, every time the dragon changes its posture, there will be such a momentary pause, and Alan just grasps this fleeting opportunity every time, apart from anything else, it is a big flying foot and then a cross.

Angelina and a group of magicians watching the battle stared dumbfounded at the giant wooden dragon, which turned into a human form for a while and was held by the Allen Cross, and then turned into a dragon posture and was SMed, over and over again. Second-rate.

"Are you convinced?" Allen yelled, strangled Brad's neck and asked.

"I don't agree, oh..." Brad turned into a dragon posture, and was SM.

"Boom~~~~" The wooden dragon hit the ground, turned into a human figure, and was then fixed by a cross.

Go back and forth more than ten times.

"Admit, admit defeat, Chief Bloodhoof, we have surrendered." Angelina covered her face in pain. She didn't know if Brad was convinced, but she really did. This scene is really embarrassing. . .Lost the dragon!

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Hearing Angelina yelling to admit defeat, Allen, who put his arms around Brad's neck, asked, "Your companion said you surrendered, what do you say?"

"I. No. Admit. Lose!" Brad was struggling to breathe after being strangled, and he was still dead duck mouthed, just refused to accept.

Allen shook his head with a wry smile, his arms suddenly loosened, and he put away the barbarian battle ring and the ancient element shields on all sides.

Brad, who had regained his freedom, looked back at Allen with a slightly dazed expression.

"Dragon envoy, you are a powerful and respectable opponent." Alan said with a wry smile, "Although I never believed that the dragon clan can really be immortal, you know, I can't kill you ruthlessly. "

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, Brad stood up. After sighing, he showed a rare smile and said stubbornly, "Okay, let's count it as a tie. Next time, I will definitely win you next time."

Allen extended his right hand kindly.

Brad gave Allen a hug.

"Human, you have won my friendship and respect." Brad touched his swollen right cheek, and said with a little embarrassment: "I haven't slept well recently, so you are lucky enough to tie with me."

Allen rolled his eyes and didn't want to talk to him, my mother has been having stomach trouble recently.

A group of magicians were secretly relieved when they saw the two shaking hands and making peace.

After all, the result in front of us is the best expected. Whether Elenge killed the dragon Brad or the other party killed Alan, it is not the result that everyone wants to see.

With her signature charming smile, Angelina descended from the sky and stood in front of Allen with a smile, "No matter what kind of intelligent race it is, as long as it is strong enough, it will gain the friendship of our dragon clan. You have done this, Chief Bloodhoof."

Archmage Downey came over and said with a smile: "Two respected emissaries of Dragon City, follow me into the camp. I believe Chief Allen will apologize for his recklessness."

When the two dragons saw a step down, they were no longer as arrogant as before, nodded and followed Allen into the Bloodhoof camp.

. . . .

As two high-ranking dragons, Brad and Angelina recognized Alan's personal strength, but it didn't mean they recognized everyone else.

Except for the holy mage Donny and Canslet, the two high-ranking dragons are still defiant and indifferent to people.

A group of foreign magicians didn't bother to go up and talk to them. They didn't deny that the Dragon Clan was indeed very powerful, but the human race's combination of fighting spirit and magic had been cultivated to the extreme, and they were no worse than the Giant Dragon Clan.

Dragons' strengths lie in their brute physical strength and instant-cast dragon spells.

But no matter whether it is a sword master who has cultivated to the extreme in fighting spirit or a top holy rank in magic cultivation, even facing a fifth rank dragon may not be at a disadvantage.

But the two dragons don't think so. As two high-ranking dragons, the wood-type jasper dragon can almost ignore powerless attacks, and the water-type female dragon with the talent for teleportation can also be immune to elemental attacks. Such a combination can indeed be underestimated. Ninety-nine percent of elemental users on the mainland.

But Alan and a large group of people knew what kind of birds the dragon family was, so they ignored them.

But when the two high-ranking dragons entered the Bloodhoof camp, they suddenly felt a little lucky.

I am glad that they and Alan just smiled to avoid grievances, glad that they did not kill themselves overwhelmed, thankful that they did not hurt Alan, and thankful that they went downhill and found a step for themselves.

Because after they entered the camp, they realized how unwise it was to come rashly to find fault today.

In fact, before entering the Bloodhoof tribe, they had already taken a high look at Alan and the barbarian tribe.

After all, not everyone can call out a large group of mages with high levels of cultivation to help out with a wave of their hands.

But when they really got to know the barbarian camp, the two high-ranking dragons realized that they still underestimated the tribal chief and the barbarian tribe.

After they walked into the camp, they happened to face the empty square of the camp, which was the first place their eyes would notice.

A ghost bone dragon not much smaller than Brad's giant dragon, covered with carrion, squatting in the middle of the camp, surrounded by a wave of undead.

Two huge skeletons in the shape of a god of death float in mid-air, and under their feet are two huge scythes entwined with the spirit of the dead.

A group of dwarves held a large wooden barrel that exuded a stench, and poured the maroon liquid inside onto the huge scythe.

The two high-ranking dragons didn't even need to ask, they could tell at a glance that the bucket of green liquid was absolutely poisonous.

Male dragons are resistant to physical attacks, and female dragons are immune to elemental attacks, but they are not resistant to poison, especially this kind of bubbling poison.

In addition to these, a ferocious behemoth Behemoth lay on the ground and roared violently.

Twenty plain giants, holding bundles of metal nooses, faced the entrance of the camp with vigilant expressions.

A large group of beast elves sat on the giant wolf with expressionless faces. The arrows behind their backs were shining with elemental luster. They were covered with magic runes, and they could be seen as armor-piercing arrows at a glance.

Eight catapults have already loaded boulders, aiming at the place where Brad and Allen are fighting. A group of gray dwarves are holding short crossbows with strings. Not only are there armor-piercing magic runes on the crossbows , and the top was also stained with that sauce-purple venom.

Dozens of griffins and hippogryphs have already put on the reins, and the plain dwarves are carrying net throwing buckets and are ready to take off at any time.

If it is said that these guys who sharpen their knives scare the two dragons secretly, the tree shepherd Easter, who is lying on the ground and eating dirt with his big buttocks, makes Brad feel extremely terrified.

As a wood-type fourth-order giant dragon, Brad has a very keen sense of wood-type magic elements.

East's surging wood elemental magic power covered the entire beast forest. When Brad walked into the Bloodhoof camp, he had the illusion of a small boat floating on the boundless ocean.

Brad is a high-ranking dragon, and has reached the fourth level. It is not considered a tyrannical physical strength. In terms of elemental cultivation alone, if it is replaced by a human magician, it is on par with a magister.

When he used a bit of mental power to find out the abundance of East's elements, the peaceful and docile magic of wood elements in the original space began to become manic.

Brad felt that his one-leaf boat was not only floating on the boundless ocean, but also had to face strong winds and huge waves, and he might be photographed into pieces at any time.

It is also wood-type, and Brad can better perceive how full and violent the wood-type elements in the space are.

Alan saw the two high-ranking dragons standing there foolishly, neither entering nor exiting, so he quickly winked at Conslet.

(End of this chapter)