Three hundred and ninetieth eight chapters golden right foot
Seedorf and Roy Keane are destined to never forget this day.
Both of them are fallen elves from the city of Lucerne. One is from Moore and the other is from Drow. They are junior officers responsible for patrolling the air platform.
They were very lucky. They happened to be born in this era, and they could escape from the dark underground world and come to the surface world that their elders had recited, nagged about, admired, and longed for for countless years.
When they first came to the surface, Seedorf and Roy Keane couldn't get enough of the blue sky and the bright sun. They also closed their eyes for a long time to feel the wind blowing against their scalps and smell it.
Taking in the faint fragrance of wild flowers and the distant coolness from the snow-capped mountains, I feel like the most comfortable and happiest fallen elf in the world.
However, as time passed, they, like all surface creatures, gradually became indifferent to these scenery.
No matter how beautiful things are, you will always get tired of them if you face them for a long time. This law is especially applicable to your wife and nature. These beautiful things that are easily available will only feel precious when they are lost.
As usual, Seedorf and Roy Keane today were still circling back and forth on the aerial platform with their hands behind their backs, chatting away here and there.
The aerial platform was built by the underground sun and was suspended in mid-air. The top had been flattened by gray dwarves. There were more than a dozen arrow towers erected in an area of three or four acres. It was still very spacious. Two fallen elves each held a frost
Xuepiqiu walked, talking and laughing; although 200,000 troops went out to the Southern Cross Forest, the entire city of Lucerne still had 200,000 troops as a defense force. In the Danube Wilderness, such a force was enough to produce and fight against the enemy.
They were equally proud, so the two elf sentries were very relaxed.
Since I went to Feilengcui to see the open-air Divi several times, many fallen elves now like to keep a Frost Snow Pichu as a pet, following the example of Lord Beamon. There are many such crappy monsters in the coniferous pine forest.
It likes to get close to people in the branches and treetops. It is very easy to catch. When you get tired of playing with it, you can peel it and eat it. The fat in its belly is more mellow than butter.
"When will we go to the jade mining city again?" Seedorf said as he picked out his sharp ears and flicked his nails from time to time: "My balls hurt from holding back these days."
"That girl was so strong last time, she twisted her waist... She is indeed a Medusa... Tsk tsk..." Roy Keane stroked the Frosty Snow Pichu in his arms and smiled obscenely. He is a drow.
, I get excited when I mention this.
"It's just too hard to wait. It takes a long time to hide in the grass, and you may not meet a lone person." Seedorf also held the Frosty Snow Pichu standing on his shoulder in his hand.
Inside, he swung it around like a sack to exercise his arm strength: "You can't do this often. If you get caught, those Medusas are not easy to deal with. It's not that Butters didn't come back alive last time, and there was no one up there.
Take care of this, Japan!"
"Medusa is nothing! Those guys are really not easy to mess with. Last time I walked all night long to watch Divi live, and I was beaten up by a few big guys until I couldn't get out of bed for half a month.
Really! We didn’t mess with them.”
"I've been beaten three times since I went there. The most serious one was that I broke four of my ribs, Japan! Now I'm good at it. Every time I go there, I take a few girls from here with me. There are girls to protect us.
They are too embarrassed to do it because they want to lose face."
"Don't say this, I feel so panicked when I say this. Sometimes I think about how cheap we are, we always get beaten when we go there, but when Sunday comes, I still can't help but go over to see Diwei."
"Come on, wait until our army comes back. From now on we will see Divi every day." Seedorf chuckled.
"I've long wanted to taste those flying chicks. Why don't we borrow some troll bats and see if we can catch a lone one and bring her back, so we can all take turns with her together." Luo
Ikin's eyes suddenly lit up.
Both of them were a little excited, even though they knew they were interested in sexual intercourse.
Seedorf threw the nearly shocked Frosty Snow Pichu in his hand to the ground, walked to the edge of the platform, and peed condescendingly. Suddenly, someone in the crowd walking like ants below suddenly said strangely why it was raining, and Seedorf was on top.
Laughing loudly.
"There's something wrong." Roy Keane suddenly nudged Seedorf with his elbow.
"What's wrong?"
Seedorf ignored the yelling from someone below and looked back.
A large black cloud floated from the distant horizon. Roy Keane was putting his hand on his forehead, looking left and right in confusion.
The sun was bright and dazzling, which made the two elves wonder, why is it about to rain?
"The ones coming towards us don't seem to be black clouds, they might be a flock of ravens."
"Just in time, call two archers here, get two birds, and stew them with this Frosty Snow Pichu tonight." Seedorf stuffed his fingers in his mouth and blew at the towering arrow tower on the platform.
A sharp, loud whistle.
"Haha! Don't forget to ask me to eat together."
When the two Moorish warriors who had recently been practicing their archery skills came over, the two elf sentries were already standing there like wooden stakes, staring at the horizon with their mouths open.
The two Moorish warriors followed their gazes and felt a breath of cold air running from the soles of their feet to their throats.
The elves have excellent eyesight. The black clouds flying closer and closer on the horizon are not a group of ravens. They are clearly a group of giant dragons, roaring like rolling thunder, heading straight for the city of Lucerne.
I was stunned for a long time.
"Enemy attack~~~~" There were hurried shouts and trumpet blasts. On the platform, on the tree walls and towers, there were figures crawling around everywhere in the city.
By the time Prince Benitez and the eight drow matrons stumbled up the tower, the menacing Emerald Air Force was already less than two or three miles away from the city of Lucerne.
Amidst the mournful sound of horns, groups of oxhawks spread their wings and glided down from the caves in the snow cliff with spears.
"Oh my god!" Prince Benitez grinned, and his eyes almost popped out. In his sight, he clearly saw eight huge golden two-headed dragons, followed by
Densely packed Chimera cavalry, plus more than a dozen dolphin-like aircraft, Lord Feilengcui led the way, overlooking all living beings with arrogance.
Two of the eight drow matrons sat down on the ground.
This time Lord Feilengcui changed his mount again. He was riding on a nine-headed giant snake that looked like blue crystal. This giant snake had a pair of thick legs like Roman columns and four pairs of aqua blue elemental flying wings.
Wings cover the sky.
A giant snake with a human face and a skull spreads out its wings of ice and wind elements, and a handsome mage sits on its back, which will make you feel like you are on the verge of death.
Prince Moore and Mother Drow nervously made gestures to their air force, meaning not to be reckless.
In fact, even if they don't give orders, all the Oxhawk people understand that if they fight with super-level monsters, they don't have the physical strength or weapons to break the opponent's defense. If these eight golden dragons and two giant snakes really
If you rush over, other than running away, the only other option left is to be massacred.
The only one who can compete now is Moore's Sword Chant, who is sitting on the pig-faced troll's bat saddle.
One-third of Moore's flying wing is stationed underground, and one-third went to the Southern Cross Forest to participate in the war. There are only three hundred people in Lucerne City. This number is really a little shabby. If there is a fight, they will definitely be the first.
As a target being taken care of, the Troll Bat Rider's face turned a little pale when he thought of this.
The huge figures of the four hell black dragons rose slowly from the city of Lucerne, wrapped in a strong wind. The fiery red dragon eyes showed pride at first, and then turned into deep horror.
The hell black dragon didn't take a step forward, and stopped in the air, whispering to each other, and the mysterious dragon language that was deliberately suppressed was like an egg being crushed underfoot.
Even though the black dragon was like this, the oxhawks and troll bat knights in the dark sky above the city of Lucerne could only watch dryly, no one dared to take a step beyond their reach.
"Do you know what I'm here to do this time?" Lord Feilengcui killed him in the blink of an eye, and his roar was comparable to that of a giant dragon.
"Master Richard, you...you..." Prince Moore didn't know what to say. The other party had a fleet of air force, and although he had a lot of air force, he didn't have much of it, and he was seriously lacking on the ground.
Anti-aircraft firepower.
The underground fortification coupled with the crusade against the surface elves, and the use of troops in three places have caused the originally huge military strength of the fallen elves to quietly weaken.
The eight drow matrons whispered quietly into the prince's ear, and Prince Moore's expression became even more ugly.
Something bad happened! Even the twenty ancient war trees didn't obey the command. You don't need to ask His Highness the Prince to know that it must be the fault of Lord Feilengcui. He saw a golden two-headed dragon on the back,
The somewhat familiar giant with tree beards floating all over his body was murmuring, moving his lips and making weird gestures.
"Master Richard, do you want to start a war with our Lucerne elves?" Mistress Youyue'er was mature after all and was the first to wake up from the panic.
"You have to think clearly! Once the war starts this time, what will be the consequences? It will be a disaster for you, me, and Behemoth!" Prince Moore also took over the words, although his tone was very tough, but there was also a clear sense of
Not having enough confidence, he couldn't help but glance at the eight mighty dragons.
"The last time I brought an olive branch to your city of Lucerne to offer Beamon's friendship, how did you treat me?" The Emerald Lord roared angrily: "Is it because I don't show my strength, and you all take it for granted?
Am I papery?"
Prince Moore and the eight drow matrons were speechless for a moment.
The fallen elves never dreamed that this guy had such great strength. If he had known about it, his behavior would have been completely different.
The alliance between Lucerne and the black dragon only had twelve giant dragons, but this guy actually had eight golden dragons, a two-headed dragon with a very high level!
It's over now. The four black dragons are stationed underground. The four black dragons, including the patriarch Ronaldinho, have gone to the Southern Cross Forest. There are only four female dragons left in the city of Lucerne. At a glance, it is clear that their combat effectiveness is far inferior to the eight of Lord Feilengcui.
A two-headed golden dragon with a huge head! Not to mention two powerful flying giant snakes watching eerily from the side!
I originally thought that the four black dragons were enough to scare Behemoth, but I didn't expect it.
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Prince Moore suddenly felt a little regretful now. He regretted why he sent Blood Baby Elder Ciro to the Southern Cross Forest. As a result, the entire city of Lucerne was now in dire need of strong men. However, what made him feel a little relieved was that someone must now inform the underground world.
There are four black dragons. As long as they come, at least the situation can be evened out, and I still have capital.
"Your Highness the Prince, Your Highness the Mistress, why don't you speak?" Liu Zhenshao sneered: "You still have to say what you need to say. Silence cannot avoid problems."
"Richard, I'm really sorry if you think so! We fallen elves have always been very interested in you, and we are even planning to marry the princess to you. What else do you want?" Prince Benitez asked with a long face:
"You brought so many people here, are you really ready to start a war?"
"I don't want to do anything! I want mental damage compensation." Liu Zhenzhen laughed loudly: "Give me the aerial platform, and this matter will be written off! Princess, forget it, I thought about it, but I still have no interest!"
"Impossible!" the matrons and princes shouted together.
"Impossible? Hehe, then I'll let you open your eyes first!" Liu Zhencheng didn't even look back and waved his hands gently.
Fifteen Zebrin aircraft emitted bursts of water vapor, and the ducted propellers blew out a small whirlwind. They all turned a corner in front of the city of Lucerne. At the same time, they turned back and spread out a long snake in the sky.
Array.
The drow matrons and Prince Moore saw clearly who was standing on the Qiblin aircraft, and they all rolled their eyes.
On each Zebulin aircraft with an approved crew capacity of 100 people, there are ten giants standing tall, short, fat and thin. They all wear leather mage robes with small stand-up collars, lining with shining golden armor, and their heads are covered with
A golden helmet, with a mace-like golden staff in each hand.
Fifteen aircraft, exactly one hundred and fifty people.
One hundred and fifty giants with unique eyes!
The hearts of Prince Moore and the drow matrons trembled slightly. The eyes of these giants were extremely domineering. They looked directly at the blood through wind and fire for a long time, showing a look of contempt for the world.
Who are they? Mages? How can a mage wear metal armor that blocks out magical elements?
Are they warriors? One hundred and fifty giant warriors, old and young, standing on the aircraft to demonstrate to the city of Lucerne?
The matrons and Prince Moore looked at each other, exchanging suspicious glances.
Huge thunder pillars revealed the answer for them.
The northernmost tree wall of the city of Lucerne is adjacent to the vast and deep coniferous pine forest. Due to its remoteness, the tree wall tower here is a blank space. Because it is a corner part, it is extremely thick and has hundreds of dazzling lines.
The thunder pillar will strike right here!
The thunder pillars full of electric light were at least as thick as an arm, and the thick electric snakes swept their tails in arc chains in the air, with a "sizzling" dazzling incandescent light, and rumbled past.
After the lightning dissipated, this section of the tree wall was filled with large black holes of charcoal, like a black honeycomb, with parts, broken wood, and flying leaves falling down. The carbon particles could make people dizzy.
The hundred or so elf warriors closest to this position were disgraced, and each one of them was covered in charcoal dust and turned into a nigger. A few of them were hit by flying debris and fell down covering their faces.
The legs and feet of the niggas who could still stand seemed to have turned into noodles, trembling like snakes.
The two high-ranking fallen elves were hugged by the guards. They grinned for a while, and their pupils shrank violently. All the elven warriors along the north side of the city tower had their hair straightened due to the strong electric element reaction.
He stood up, stretched his head like a fat hedgehog, and looked around. If you were careless, you would have thought that Beamon's Trench Rainbow Clan came to Lucerne to change defenses.
Whether it is the Black Dragon of Hell, the Moore Sword Chant, or the ordinary warriors of the fallen tribe, they are all secretly afraid, be good! Not to mention the ten super-level monsters, there are also one hundred and fifty lightning mages with huge lethality.
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Is this Feileng Cui still a human?
"Beckham, help me teach that Prince Moore a lesson." Liu Zhenshao pointed at the stunned Prince Moore and said to the leader of his mage group.
The handsome mage sitting on the back of Tide Lord Grain nodded, jumped up, put his palms together and rubbed them slowly, recited a short musical scale with his lips, twisted his waist and waved his hands, suddenly raised his right foot, and ran out
A violently rotating "flaming knife"!
Liu Zhancheng almost fell off Xu Dela's back.
Old Liu swore that this was the first time in his life that he saw a magician kicking people to fire magic.
But what made him even more confused was that since Beckham was Ortega's senior brother and Master Stefano's disciple, he should at least have the union title of senior magician! As a newly appointed member of the mage group
The leader, the boss sent him into battle for the first time, but he actually used the apprentice-level attack spell "Flame Knife" in the fire magic?
If you want to use a trainee-level spell to intimidate Prince Moore, who is surrounded by guards, does this guy think he is Master Puskas?
No matter what, I have to use a high-level magic "Flame Wheel Saw"!
What made Liu shocked even more dizzy was that Beckham's flaming knife kicked the hell black dragon in the sky instead of Prince Benmore firing an anti-aircraft cannon.
It was too late, but it was too soon. The red blade, which was as solid as a full moon, drew a very high arc in the sky, soaring straight into the sky. A hell black dragon at the target position flicked its dragon claws contemptuously.
, also shot a flaming knife as thick as a giant scythe, meeting Beckham's magic attack.
Black Dragon's flaming knife is at least three or four times bigger than Beckham's flaming knife. The flames are rolling and steaming. It doesn't look like Beckham's flaming knife. There is no flame at all, but it looks like a full moon made of red rough iron.
Scimitar.
Somewhat unexpectedly, Beckham's flaming knife suddenly flew down, made an extremely rapid inside cut, and pulled out a row of misty red fire shadows in the sky, avoiding the black dragon's magic.
Not only did he intercept it, but with a "swish" sound, it passed over the head of Prince Moore, who was still stunned, and sliced off the jeweled crown on the prince's head.
This change is too sudden! The speed is too fast!
This magic is too exaggerated! It completely distorts the flight trajectory of the magic power law!
The Moorish guards roared in unison, the sounds of weapons being unsheathed and shields being shielded were heard.
"My day!" Liu Zhenzhen was stunned. (To be continued)