A bipedal flying dragon is like a dragon but small, with only two legs, claws and toes like a bird, wings covered with scales or feathers, and a tail with barbs or a snake shape.
They have the blood of dragons and griffins, and can attack any enemy with their sharp claws and foul and poisonous dragon breath. These bipedal flying dragons in Thousand Needles are worshiped by centaurs, and somehow they have also gained certain magical abilities.
Such as fire bombs or self-destruction.
A young bipedal flying dragon seemed to want to show off its martial prowess. It quietly broke away from its flying formation and swooped down from the sky. Its pair of open fleshy wings tore the air with a hissing sound, and a dark star flew out.
Red fire bombs spurted out from its mouth and hit the positions of several tauren.
Perhaps due to the influence of the centaurs, the wyverns in Thousand Needles are also full of hatred for the tauren.
The fire bombs looked ferocious, but in fact they were useless... Several javelins rushed forward, and the fireballs dissipated in the air, and the attack of the little flying dragon was instantly neutralized.
The little flying dragon became angry, lowered its head, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the tauren.
It seemed that he wanted to use the dragon's breath from a closer distance to burn these hateful tauren. Lu Li, who was hiding in the dark, had a smile on his face. Everything was developing as he expected.
Every day, there are always a few reckless flying dragons provoking these seemingly weak tauren.
Yes, long-range air units do have certain advantages against ground units. Unfortunately, these stupid flying dragons don't have to think about it. If the tauren are so easy to deal with, how could the centaurs be beaten into the shape they are now?
The Horrible Totem Shaman, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, raised his hand. There was a shadow-like thing in his palm, which quickly disappeared into the javelin of the tauren warrior.
The tauren warrior bowed slightly to thank him and threw the javelin in his hand with all his strength.
Ouch!
A long and shrill cry sounded, and Lu Li watched as the javelin passed through the flying dragon's neck at an extraordinary speed and disappeared into the distant sky.
The young flying dragon was tumbling in the air, screaming, and crashed into the ground involuntarily.
It first hit the stone wall of the cliff, rolled and hit the ground. Its strong vitality supported it from dying. This ability that it was usually proud of became a kind of torture.
Its landing point is not far from Luli.
If it were another situation, Lu Li would never miss this dying quasi-BOSS-level creature. Not to mention the equipment, the experience points alone are a huge wealth.
He suppressed his desire to take advantage and quietly watched the little flying dragon flutter for a while, and finally lost its voice.
The javelin blessed by the shaman with witchcraft not only increased its strength, speed, and penetration, but also added vicious curses and poisons. The flying dragons that could originally spray poison were poisoned to death.
From the moment the little flying dragon left the team to the moment it let out its death wail, it actually only took a moment.
Only now did this small group of seven or eight flying dragons realize that they had overlooked something. Their child—perhaps a child—died in front of them.
Anger is no longer enough to describe the mood of these flying dragons.
Wails resounded loudly under the sky, and the flying dragons formed a battle formation, with their eyes filled with blood-red hatred, swooping towards this land of hatred.
The battle is about to begin!
Lu Li didn't expect the little flying dragon to be killed so easily. Of course he didn't sympathize with these cruel and ferocious dragon relatives, but if the battle was too fierce, he might be affected and a strange creature would appear on the battlefield.
, whether it’s a horror totem or a wyvern, I probably wouldn’t mind giving him a ride.
But now that we are here and we are seeking wealth and wealth in danger, there is no reason to retreat.
The two sides finally began to fight. Of course, the adult flying dragons with rich combat experience would not be as inferior as the small flying dragon that died tragically. They could flexibly avoid the punctures of javelins in the air.
The Tauren warriors began to suffer casualties here at Grimtotem.
The shaman was angry, and a huge lightning chain crossed the void, almost filling the entire sky with this supernatural energy. This was of course not the work of any one shaman, but the grand occasion caused by the joint efforts of four shamans.
The flying dragons fell down like dumplings, losing at least half of their blood on the ground.
However, they can still struggle to get up and continue fighting. Even if their wings are broken, they are still capable of fighting.
Lu Li quietly turned into a blood crow and flew slowly up the cliff. He had to carefully avoid the flying skills and javelins. The flying dragon could withstand it. Once he got involved, he would definitely die.
born.
Fortunately, the battle between the two sides was fierce, and no one paid attention to the existence of a little crow.
Compared to the huge size of the flying dragon, Lu Li's current body shape is really no different from that of an ant.
This so-called cliff is actually more like a stone platform, but this platform has been enlarged countless times, reaching a height of more than a thousand yards. It is surrounded by cliffs and there is no place to stand.
When Lu Li flew to the stone platform, he was still within the fighting range of this group of perverts.
Occasionally, fire bombs would hit the cliff, throwing up sparks. If they landed on him, they would cause at least 300 upwards of damage.
There are four statues on the platform, and in the middle is a crude altar, which is covered with dark red solidified blood and even minced meat. The entire platform exudes a strong smell of blood.
Lu Li endured the feeling of nausea and ran straight to the location of the treasure chest on the altar.
This altar has a very sensitive warning device. If someone invades normally, the Grimtotem guards below will rush over immediately. It is almost impossible to open the silver treasure chest in such a short time.
No need to worry now.
Seven or eight angry flying dragons caused huge trouble to the Grimtotem Shamans, giving the thief Lu Li an opportunity to take advantage of them.
After stepping on a pile of bones, Lu Li found the blood-stained silver treasure chest.
unlock!
The progress bar lasted for a full minute, and I was still drunk.
Fortunately, I didn't rush up to look at the treasure chest rashly. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have been able to open the treasure chest before the Grimtotem people came up.
A black-robed shaman who was fighting realized something. He turned his head suddenly, and his deep and terrifying eyes seemed to see Lu Li through all the obstacles, making Lu Li shudder.
Fuck, he’s probably the big BOSS!
Brother Feilong, you must hold on. Lu Li doesn't want to lose level in this place. If he dies, no healer can save him. 10% experience is enough for him to suffer for a long time.
After hesitating for a moment, the black-robed shaman assigned a young-looking tauren warrior to go up.
He is the main spell caster who released the huge lightning chain just now, and he is also the leader of this Grimtotem tribe team. Of course he hates those who try to steal their treasures, but this is far less than the bone-breaking grudge between him and the flying dragon.
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A level 40 elite tauren warrior is enough.
The warriors of the tribe will stain the sneaky villains with the blood of regret, and only blood can make the young people of the tribe grow up.
