"November 17, 2014 in the Elven Calendar, 14:05 pm."
After putting on the armor, Mott only had five minutes to rest, and it was time for him to set off in another five minutes.
He had to start from Dragon's Nest and rush to the national border, then go around to one side and rush all the way to the limit speed.
Although he didn't understand why this task fell on his shoulders, he knew very well that he was a sky knight who belonged to the elven kingdom.
He enjoys the feeling of flying in the sky, and also enjoys the feeling of protecting one party.
For him, this is a kind of glory, which belongs to him and belongs to the glory of the Sky Knight.
His childhood education told him that in the kingdom of elves, every elf will have his own place.
There is no nobility or lowliness, no ease or difficulty in this position. The meaning of his existence is to make the huge group of elves in the country move.
One elf or two elves are nothing, but a thousand elves or ten thousand elves can truly bring out the abilities of elves.
And he was just a slightly lucky guy who happened to become an Aerial Knight.
He is proud of it, but does not show off it.
Five minutes passed quickly. Mott closed his helmet, and the dark armor instantly transformed into an iron-blooded look, and the cold breath hit his face.
The thunder-type flying dragon propped up its strong hind limbs, swung its tail and stood up. Its condensed wing membranes were neatly gathered into a pile, and it was already ready for battle.
"Bring me a message to the chef, and the Ice Spider will leave a portion for me." Mort said as he picked up the dragon-slaying sword that was standing aside.
In the past, he always used knight's spear, which came and went, but today, his exclusive weapon also came down.
This feeling of everything coming together gave him an inexplicable weird feeling.
The new title and new equipment gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't find the source.
"No problem." The elf gestured to Mott, and then he saw Mott rising on the dragon, fluttering sideways, fluttering in a strong wind, and disappearing on the cliff face in an instant.
In just two seconds, the light blue flying dragon opened all its wings, its slender tail stirred the air, and together with its huge wings, it gained greater lift and flew higher into the sky.
"Mort, we have to fly higher." Greer said to the knight lying on his back without looking back.
"Fly, let's go eight thousand meters."
The height of eight thousand meters is a height that is difficult for ordinary birds to reach.
He had reason to believe that the opponent had already evolved a flying unit, otherwise he would not have needed three minutes to get close to the local base.
The reason why he went up to 8,000 meters was to occupy the commanding heights first.
In the battle of Sky Knight, the higher you fly, the easier it is to win.
Because low altitude means low reaction, it will be more difficult to face the opponent below, and the inherent advantage will be lost.
"Okay."
Greer flapped his wings, puffed his chest deeply, took a deep breath, and soared steadily in a steady straight-line upward pattern.
But a few dozen seconds later, at eight thousand meters in the air, Mott's expression changed, and he raised his head to look at the higher sky.
"You have left the main range of the power of order."
"You have entered the Chaos Zone."
He has officially left the border of the Elf Kingdom, and now it's time to rush in with all his strength.
"Grel."
"clear."
A stream of blue-white light flashed, and around the thunder-type flying dragon, streams of thunder elements were released, artificially creating a high-energy area.
This is Greer's talent. He can use the power of thunder and lightning to increase his speed by 70%. The duration of this is determined by the user's spirit.
Under Greer's full flight, the speed had already broken through to 267 meters per second, approaching 280 meters per second.
Mort even leaned down, almost pressing himself against the flying dragon's back. The roaring wind blew through the black iron secret armor, making a strange wind sound on it.
He tightly held the huge dragon-slaying sword that could not be squeezed with one palm, and its length was longer than his height.
Behind them, there were several black shadows falling from the sky, and above them, there were other flying units.
"It's an evil thing, don't worry about it."
They were a few chaotic evil things like bats, flapping their wings and screaming in the distance, but they could only watch the fully-armed sky knights go away little by little.
Greer's flying wings are somewhat convergent, and they are not as wide as when flying at low altitude. Instead, they are propelled by blue-white current and rely on electromagnetic power to move forward quickly.
He moved his tail slightly, changing the direction of the track as if lightly, dodging several evil black bats coming towards him.
"roar"
A plasma bullet shot out at a rapid rate, electrifying a grinning evil bat from the front. The dissipated electric current stepped forward, and the surrounding evil bats did not fall well. Their wings twitched and fell downwards, not stopping all the way.
Stop shaking.
"continue."
After a brief contact battle, he had already left two waves of evil creatures behind.
He didn't understand why these flying chaotic evil things didn't appear in the previous battle, but they were allowed to bombard the evil things on the ground.
But now is obviously not the time to talk about this.
Mott estimated the approximate distance and compared it with his own route.
"Keep it up, man, we need to hold on for a few more breaths."
Greer rolled his eyes and said nothing, but continued to work hard, using his talent to speed up his speed.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
After waves of flying chaotic evil objects were either dodged or killed, Mort patted Greer on the back.
"Vertical descent."
In the eyes of a large number of chaotic evil creatures that followed, the pair of extremely arrogant guys actually flew downwards with their tails swung. Their little brains were not enough to support their ability to think, so they did not hesitate.
Follow and fly down.
"Chiji..."
Greer had fully folded his wings and fell from the sky like a small meteorite, falling straight towards the huge pothole below.
In front of him, at an altitude of more than 7,000 meters, a group of bat-like chaotic evil things that could cover the sky and the sun were opening their mouths to welcome him.
At this time, Greer silently moved the blue and white thunder element pendant on his chest. Isn't this the right time to use this thing?
Boom boom boom
With the energy assistance of the thunder element pendant, slender thunder element plasma breaths were continuously sprayed from the flying dragon's mouth like an unlimited amount.
Boom boom boom
The ferocious bats, which were several meters in size, stiffened their bodies and fell from the group of chaotic evil objects. Looking at the height, they might only be left intact as corpses.