The "roar" resounded through the wild roar of heaven and earth, forcibly pulling everyone's eyes back into the air again.

The battle between the air overlords has begun as everyone expected.

The red dragon that was caught up seemed to still want to escape, and it tried to bypass the Death Wings from the side.

But the other party's larger body is undoubtedly a huge obstacle that cannot be avoided.

The winged bat on the wings of Death is like a city wall, covering the entire vision of the young red dragon. It gives the red dragon a sense of trance that it cannot pass without defeating the other party.

A dragon breath came out, and the red dragon, who was a little confused, seemed to want to burn the winged bat of Death Wings with a flame.

The whistle of death blew a contemptuous laugh, which was already a clear mockery. It flapped its wings, like extinguishing a tiny flame from a candle, and just a powerful flapping of its wings dispelled the dragon's breath.

For griffin, this larger red dragon is undoubtedly experienced. However, when facing the more experienced and sharp ancient guardian dragon, its attack is as naive as a baby. It exudes dragon breath and reveals flaws. The wing closest to death wings can easily become the target of attack.

Originally, Deathwing could easily cut its wings by just stretching out its left claw, greatly reducing the opponent's maneuver power in the air. Unexpectedly, Deathwing chose to tighten its left claw and shrink it to its chest, but instead looked far away. A dragon's tail swept across, and used its tail to draw the red dragon to keep it away from it.

This movement is too inconsistent. If you don’t see it clearly, you will think that his left claw was seriously injured in the bloody battle before and could not move.

Deathwing was not injured, but why did it retreat?

At first, Winresa thought she had read it wrong, but after she looked on, she found that the attack mode of Deathwing was indeed very strange.

As an ancient dragon that almost lives by fighting, Death Wings uses all its weapons with its mouth, tail, wings, left and right claws to attack, except for its left claws.

The agile movement of Death Wings like a storm shows that it is not injured, but its left claw is always close to its body.

It looks like it gives people a sense of dissonance that "the master bullies the low-handed, I will let you have one hand."

Obviously, Deathwing is not the kind of dragon with the style of a strong man. This can be seen from the fact that he killed a young dragon in seconds from the beginning.

"Why?" Wenresa said to herself: "Why do you do this?"

Farsted thought Winresa was complaining that she was driving the griffin away from the battlefield, and he replied loudly: "Sorry! This is not a battle that mortals can get involved. We can't do anything except wait for death. Elf lady! You'd better hold on to the griffin's saddle. Now the first thing you have to do is leave here!"

Leaving here?

What about Duke?

This sentence deeply touched the weakest part of Wenresa's heart.

"No! Wait! Where is Duke! Where is Duke?" Wenresa screamed loudly, and she shook the dwarf's shoulders hard. She didn't know when tears came down: "Falstead, are you ready to abandon you and my companions because of fear?"

Turning back to see Wenresha's two lines of tears, the dwarf's heart was broken.

"Fear? No! Farsted has never been afraid of death. The problem is that all the people who are still alive are here. You can see it at a glance! There is no man with yours everywhere! This has nothing to do with cowardice. Everyone who is not here is dead! They have turned into ashes, you know!" The dwarf excitedly waved his empty fist, and there were tears on his rough face.

Winresa was also in a state of excitement, and she didn't even notice the changes in the dwarf's title of Duke.

At this moment, the fierce battle in the sky came to an end.

Death Wings seized the mistake of this young opponent and hooked its opponent's head with its longer tail.

The red dragon suddenly lost its balance in mid-air.

The huge dragon wing with dark red light veins in the black instantly surrounded the red dragon. The right claw suddenly popped out tore open the red dragon's bat wings, causing the red dragon's efforts to adjust the balance to fail in tension.

Under the storm, the red dragon showed its unprepared back and its neck that was stretched out as if waiting for the guillotine to fall...

"Fly, hurry! Quick! Quick!" Farsted drove his griffin: "If we don't leave, we will be completely ruined!"

The griffin used all his strength to risk cramps in the next moment and flew away from the battlefield as fast as possible.

Wenresa turned her head and looked at the battle situation behind her.

The Wings of Death bit the red dragon's neck, and there was a sound of chewing immediately.

The sound came from afar in the darkness.

The sound of flesh and blood splattering.

The sound of bone shattering.

Everything sounds so creepy.

Immediately afterwards, Wenresa, with the help of dark vision, saw a dark red rain falling, and blood squirting from the dragon's neck poured between the world.

The red dragon tried hard to twist its body, trying its best to escape the attack of Deathwing. It struggled so desperately and futilely, but in the end, it fell down from the air dejectedly.

The seemingly fierce battle lasted less than two minutes, no, perhaps even less than a minute. In such a short time, the two red dragons that were enough to destroy the entire Griffon Squadron were killed by the Death Wings without any effort.

"It's over! It's our turn soon!" Falstead murmured in despair.

Strangely, Deathwing did not intend to chase these griffins. It simply stared at the left claw in front of its chest as if something was inside.

What? Or who is it!?

Even the corner of his eyes never fell on the scattered griffin. Suddenly, the black dragon turned to the giant rock dam in the southeast of the wetland and flew away.

When its huge figure quickly disappeared into the Elf Ranger's horizon, Wenresa noticed that its left claw was still closed, as if protecting something precious.

The third sister of the Wind Walker family finally realized what was on the claws of Death Wings!

"Duke's Deathwings captured Duke! Falstead! We have to catch up with it!"

The dwarf looked at Wenresa incredibly, his mouth wide open from oversurprise looked as if he could stuff a seven-pound cannon shell.

When he confirmed from the firm expression on Wenresa's face that she really wanted to get herself to approach the ancient beast, he swallowed: "I am indeed a brave warrior, my elf lady, but I have to remind you again and again that it's crazy to do this!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!