Not far away, at the fork of the cave... a figure stood there silently, watching this arduous battle. The flame dragon obviously had the upper hand... This group of people couldn't hold on for much longer...
"Idiot." Wuwu frowned and looked at the two hunters and a mage who were not afraid of death and were still approaching the flame dragon. Aren't they both using bows and arrows and magic to attack from a distance?
The best strategy is to keep keeping distance, move around, and attack the flame dragon from a distance, right? As a result, the two of them were as if their heads were convulsed, and they stayed around the flames without moving away.
The dragon spun...several times and was swept to the ground by the dragon's tail and almost died, but the two of them were not discouraged while pouring themselves the healing potion and still holding on...I really didn't know that the healing potion was used up.
What should they do?
The cold-faced knight stood at the entrance with his hands folded indifferently, waiting patiently - waiting for the two other players to die so that he could clean up the mess.
However, it seems that there is no point in dealing with the flame dragon that has been beaten to death by them.
The cold-faced knight thought about it again, and suddenly felt a little bored. He glanced coldly at the fierce battle in the cave. To be honest, it was the first time that he had been so bored and uninterested watching others fight, but he couldn't go up and fight.
So happy---if I had known better, I would have killed these two guys and then fought it myself.
"Huh? What does he want to do?" Wuwang looked at the hunter who had put away the cold bow from a distance. He was holding a dark iron thorn in his hand and was rushing towards the flame dragon like crazy...
Wuwang frowned deeply, "Idiot. He is obviously a guy who doesn't know any martial arts. Is he looking for death?"
In the cave of the Flaming Rock Flow, the mountain walls were burned red by the flames soaring into the sky. The temperature was very high, and beads of sweat rolled down the forehead, instantly turning into a wisp of white smoke on the rock... Someone was biting
Holding the dragon-slaying thorn on his lower lip, he ran around quietly and approached the flame dragon from the back...
"Pure white elf, I offer you my devout prayers in exchange for your coldness and freezing...freezing technique!" A certain female mage waved her staff motionlessly and hard, her cheeks already turning red from the high temperature.
, but his eyes still flashed with perseverance, and he threw freezing spells at the flame dragon again and again, although each time he could only freeze one of its claws or half of its tail, and it would not take long for it to melt again.
...but Mr. Kong still worked hard to overcome the "dragon's oppression" and stammered out spells again and again.
Dabai is fighting!! Brother Huanghuo is fighting! Even Dingdang ran to the flame dragon's ear, kept rambling, spitting and drying his mouth, harassing the flame dragon's attention.
And successfully interrupted the flame dragon's chanting of dragon language magic several times!!!
You must not fall behind!!
"Grow, green vines, use this great power of nature to punish my enemies by trapping them! Tangled with vines!!" Mr. Blank waved his staff, chanted loudly, and began to signal with someone's hand gestures
She kept throwing "Vine Technique" at the flame dragon, targeting its back - she didn't want to use this extremely fragile vine to restrain the opponent, but just wanted to pave a path strong enough for someone.
A way to borrow strength!!
What a plan!!
This seemingly idiotic female mage never expected to be so scheming and master the use of spells so flexibly!!
Or...is this what the hunter captain meant?
He is indeed quite strategic.
The cold-faced knight watching from a distance, seeing the tacit cooperation between a certain female mage and a certain hunter, nodded subconsciously, and clenched his fist a little more...
"Power---" the dragon roared.
"Roar---!!" the tiger howled.
"Be careful!! Big brother!!" The mage, who was originally known for his fragility and usually only hid far away from the enemy and silently threw magic, started running around to get close to the monsters to attract attention.
"Ahhh!" A little hunter who looked very gentle was actually climbing on the flame dragon's back with his bare hands. Even though he was almost thrown off, he still held on to the charred vines and refused to let go!
The fierceness and hardship of the battle, as well as the persistent cries of several combatants, seemed to gradually become a passionate piece of music, rolling through the heart of the cold-faced knight and crashing in his chest... Belonging to the warrior The innate blood boils uncontrollably...burns...
Wuwang's originally indifferent eyes also ignited a ball of fire... gradually burning his black pupils into a strange red...
"What's wrong with me..." The cold-faced knight looked down at his trembling hands, "What's wrong with me..."
