Green Monster Epic

When the sudden change occurred, Allen's expression immediately tightened. Without hesitation, he stomped hard on the ground, and amidst a tremor, Allen's figure transformed into a long, blurred line, heading straight towards the source of the sound.

In just a dozen or so breaths, when Allen saw Figlas again, his appearance had changed drastically, appearing particularly embarrassed and in danger.

The sudden attack caught Figlas off guard, but his experience and instinct still reacted in the first moment, and despite the pressure of being paralyzed by electric magic all over his body, the Kobold body instantly transformed into his true dragon form.

Only in his true dragon form could Figlas's powerful magic resistance and physical defense be fully utilized. However, even with the addition of dual resistances, Figlas in dragon form now had several penetrating wounds on his body.

More than a dozen stone spikes, 5-6 meters long and as thick as a man's waist, extended from the ground, directly piercing the dragon's relatively soft abdomen; huge blades formed of frost had half of their length embedded in Figlas's back and wings, and even more crystalline congealments stretched out from the dragon's body like a low wall, with the intense cold spreading around the wounds, growing into clumps of ice and snow flowers.

There were also sharp steel spears, the sharp metal parts of which had already pierced deeply into Figlas's body, but fortunately, the dragon's flesh was strong, and the warriors using the steel spears were not strong enough, so the longer shaft parts of the steel spears were still exposed outside the dragon's body, shaking with Figlas's every intense movement.

Kozmo's legendary shield in his hand continuously burst out with balls of electric current, echoing the electric current on the warhammer in his hand. These were precious items passed down through generations of the Thunder Tribe, and also the reason why Kozmo's branch of Kobolds was named Thunder.

The surging electric current also inflicted considerable damage on Figlas, especially the paralysis effect inherent in the spells, which even a dragon found difficult to completely resist, making it particularly difficult for him to control his body and fly.

The spellcasters in the distance, as well as several ranger-class warriors, were either preparing their most powerful spells, or constantly throwing javelins and throwing axes at the dragon's massive body, tearing through the air with terrifying roars.

Before Allen even arrived, Kozmo, who was constantly activating the electric spells on his legendary weapon, took the lead in issuing a warning.

"Clan Chief Allen, this is a battle between my Pale Night Tribe and the dragon, please stay away, lest you be accidentally injured!"

Allen frowned slightly, but his lunging movement did not stop. The Bone Cleaver had already been taken out of the dimensional bag and held in both hands. When the distance closed, a move of the Raging Storm Sword transformed into a soaring hurricane, bypassing the center of the battlefield between Figlas and Kozmo, and directly met the several powerful spells behind them. The激荡狂风 collided with the whistling javelins. Although the hurricane could not wash away the direction of the javelin's shot, the force consumed by passing through the hurricane area meant that the javelin would not cause any damage when it finally landed on the dragon, and was easily blocked by the dragon's dense scales.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not appearing in front of Elder Kozmo as the leader of the Greenwood Tribe right now. I'm just a companion and friend adventuring with Figlas right now!"

The Raging Storm Sword stance had stopped, and Allen, who had regained his handsome figure, responded with a cold expression. The few spells blocked by the activated Demon Breaking Rune still left some traces on Allen's body.

The spikes on the ground stopped abruptly under Allen's feet, breaking into several pieces of rubble. The corrupting substance mixed with frost and poison corroded the linen coat outside Allen's black dragon scale armor, revealing the lustrous scales.

"It seems that Clan Chief Allen has decided to oppose our Pale Night Tribe!"

The thing he was most worried about had still happened. Kozmo's face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a bloodthirsty red light, but his movements were not chaotic at all. A hammer landed on Figlas's body, and balls of electric light appeared again, splashing around Figlas's body.

However, with Allen's support, Figlas finally spread his wings and used his power to shake off the dozens of foreign objects embedded in his body, as well as the vines and solidified earth and rocks that bound his body, breaking them into countless fragments.

"Roar!"

Figlas, flying high into the sky, opened his mouth in exasperation, and immediately unleashed a dragon breath attack from above, covering the entire ground with orange-red flames, and even Allen could not escape.

Whoosh!

A warhammer suddenly flew out of the flames and slammed into Figlas's lower jaw with a clang, stopping Figlas's breath, and then quickly flew back, falling back into Kozmo's hand as he held up his shield and went against the flames.

Huff!

A figure suddenly crashed over from the side, and the sharp sword edge ruffled Kozmo's hair and body hair. The warning sign in his heart drove Kozmo to quickly change direction, and he blocked his left side with his shield in one hand. With a loud clang, the two figures separated quickly after colliding, sliding in opposite directions.

Several colorful spells simultaneously passed through the flames and shot straight at the huge dragon in mid-air.

Because they knew of the dragon's powerful magic resistance, the Kobold spellcasters below cast more evocation spells that leaned towards physical attacks, such as 5-6 meter long and sharp stone spear spikes and huge curved blades formed of frost and cold crystals. Even if these spells could not pierce the dragon's body in the end, the huge inertia and kinetic energy would be enough to give the dragon a hard time.

Figlas glanced at the incoming spells with his big eyes, waved his wings, and the huge wind energy formed two hurricanes, tearing through the air to intercept the direction from which the spells were flying. Subsequently, a low and long mysterious incantation came from Figlas's abdomen, and when several spells passed through the hurricane's attack and were about to land on Figlas, flames and lava suddenly rushed up from the ground like tentacles, just in time to grab the stone cones and curved blades formed by these spells.

The stone cones slowly melted into one in the hot lava, and the curved blades condensed with frost also emitted clumps of white water vapor, until the spell model at the core was destroyed, and a mass of invisible energy shot out and scattered into an invisible breeze.

"Let's go!"

Allen tapped his feet twice in the air, generating a few ripples, and instantly appeared on Figlas's huge head, shouting loudly.

At the same time, the Bone Cleaver gathered momentum and slashed fiercely, the sword wind directly attacking the Kobold legend Kozmo who was still rushing up relentlessly from the side. The sword and shield collided, stirring up gusts of wind. He slashed out three swords swiftly, each of which was effectively blocked by Kozmo, and at the same time, the warhammer smashed two hammers at Allen, but they all landed on the wide sword body.

As the third sword fell, Allen took advantage of the situation and used the force technique of the Three叠Wave again, suddenly bursting out with vigorous power, shaking Kozmo back. He also took advantage of the momentum to fly into the sky. When he left, his body was mixed with intermittent electric light, making him very uncomfortable.

"Hmph! !"

Scarlet dragon blood dripped from Figlas's back and abdomen. His eyes were brutal as he glanced at the team of kobolds whose faces were gradually showing on the ground, full of resentment. This team of kobolds was unharmed under the protection of a suddenly appearing earth wall. At the same time, several warriors had already thrown the spears in their hands, and once again shot heavy javelins towards Figlas.

With a flap of his wings, he easily blocked the attacks of several spears. Then, with a sweep under his body, he stirred up two gusts of wind. Figlas's body was only a moment later than Allen's, and he soared away.

"Leave them for me! ! !"

Kozmo, in a rage, roared and窜up from below, chasing after Allen and the other two figures, disappearing into the clouds in the sky.

On the ground, a dozen kobolds looked at each other, hesitating whether to chase after them or what to do. Suddenly, with a tremor on the ground, a team of drow riding mounts charging from the southern horizon made this group of kobolds understand what they should do next.

"Withdraw! !"

The kobold spellcasters cast spells quickly, casting buffs such as Feather Fall and Bear's Endurance on themselves and their companions. The warriors grabbed the waists of their spellcaster companions, carried them on their shoulders, and fled westward.

Swish! Swish! ! Swish! Swish! !

As a branch of the same bloodline as the elves, the drow's archery skills are equally extraordinary. Although the team had not yet caught up, drow archers specializing in sniping were already drawing their bows and shooting arrows. Dozens of arrows wrapped with great power were like lightning bolts, quickly catching up with the kobold team.

Clang! Clang! ! … …

Puff! !

The kobold warriors deftly dodged a small number of arrows and accurately deflected the arrows aimed at their vital points with the weapons in their hands. At the same time, the spellcasters on their shoulders were like eyes growing on their backs, using various protective spells to block the remaining arrows.

With tacit cooperation, most of the dozens of arrows were defended, but there were still two or three arrows that pierced through two unlucky companions among them, causing them to stagger in their steps. After rolling a few times on the ground, they struggled to get up and continue to run wildly.

Cold Wind Ridge has now become the core area of the Drow Hochia Federation, so the surrounding defenses are the most strict. Although Allen and the others have left Cold Wind Ridge and traveled hundreds of miles north, there are still many drow patrol teams patrolling around on guard.

The sudden outbreak of fighting between legendary powerhouses, as long as they are not negligent guys, the drow and their vassals and slaves within a range of dozens of miles must have noticed the abnormal situation here.

"Chase! !"

Stuart, the captain of the drow cavalry squadron, pointed forward with his slender right hand, leading the knights around him to continue their pursuit. However, while chasing, he couldn't help but look back, gazing at the white clouds in the sky, as if through the layers of clouds, he could see the three legendary figures speeding like lightning.

One magic hour later, Stuart led his cavalry squadron of a hundred warriors back again. Many of them were covered with scars, and behind the mounts at the end, they were dragging long ropes, and several dying kobold warriors were tied to the ropes.

Warriors with two legs can't outrun knights with four legs after all, especially the drow who also have ranged shooting abilities. Except for 4-5 kobold spellcasters who used life-saving teleportation magic to escape, most of the other kobolds became the souls under the archers' arrows or prisoners.

Fortunately, the drow are now deliberately trying to befriend the wilderness tribes, so they left some room for maneuver during the battle. Otherwise, with the usual brutality of the drow, it would be basically impossible to leave any loopholes, unless the prisoner's appearance or strength is indeed good and has a certain value.

"Return to camp! !"

The figures of other patrol teams were appearing on the surrounding horizon. Stuart thought of the gains this time, and in order to claim credit and avoid being divided by other colleagues, he decisively issued an order.

Under the rapid whipping of horses, Stuart and his party of drow traveled for more than one magic hour, and finally arrived outside the city of Cold Wind Ridge, which was formed by relying on several high mountains.

"The others go back to rest and replace the war horses. You few, escort the prisoners and follow me! !"

When approaching the military camp, Stuart had no intention of staying, but turned around and issued an order to his subordinates behind him.

The handsome drow warriors did not question the captain's order and took action in an orderly manner. Stuart then led the few warriors he had selected, each carrying a dying kobold prisoner, and walked towards the city.

"Matron Mother, Captain Stuart has something to report! !"

In the inner city of Cold Wind Ridge, several drow city-states that had moved here and settled in the city divided their respective spheres of influence according to the differences in their strengths. Generally speaking, except for the guards directly under the Federal Council, soldiers from other city-states rarely appear in the territory of another force.

As the captain under the Celibis city-state, Stuart cautiously moved forward with his team after entering the city, until they came to the sphere of influence belonging to their city-state, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

When Deborah, the Matron Mother of the Celibis city-state, was looking up and applying a skin that had just been torn from the face of a young elf girl, Kilan, the commander of the guards outside the door, made a loud shout, reporting to Deborah inside the door.

"Let him in."

Deborah's charming and sweet voice slowly came out, causing the eyes of several warriors outside the door to be momentarily confused, but they quickly recovered, looking at each other nervously, and carefully pushed open the door and walked in.

On the snow-white velvet sofa in the gatehouse, Deborah, with disheveled clothes and skin as smooth as black pearls, looked up at Stuart and the others, and then fixed her gaze on the few kobolds they were escorting behind them.

"What's the matter?"

"Matron Mother, two and a half magic hours ago, when we were patrolling in the area about a hundred miles north, we encountered two groups of wilderness natives in conflict…"

Since entering the hall, Stuart and his men had not dared to look up, and had been reporting to the alluring Matron Mother with their heads lowered.

"Allen, the leader of the Green Field tribe, and a fire dragon, hehe, it seems something has happened…"

Deborah put a slender index finger into her mouth, revealing a bit of charming and shy expression in her eyes, and said slowly.