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When he looked up and saw Feng Yu on the wooden platform, his eyes lit up. The man standing on the high platform behind the battle line in Cattail City was actually a human being.

He drove the dragon to fly forward again, and flew to a position 50 meters away from the east bank of the Lengshui River. Regardless of the aiming of so many powerful weapons below, he looked coldly at the humans on the high platform. When he was about to speak, Feng Yu preempted him. .

"Gold dragon, why did you break the ancient dragon oath and participate in the war between humans and a few intelligent races?"

Putting aside everything else, Feng Yu first put a big hat on this giant gold dragon.

The giant dragons claim to be the guardians of the Green Continent, and one of their ancient oaths is that even if the dragons sign a contract with a person of a certain race, they cannot participate in similar racial disputes with the same race. go into the war.

Conrad gave a vague signal to his partner Clark with his feet on the saddle. The dragon Clark remained silent and did not answer Feng Yu's words.

Conrad stood up in the saddle and yelled: "Shut up, you traitor"

Lao Tielong roared, and Feng Yu shook violently on the stage.

He was stunned by the shouting, "God, your sister is a traitor"

Young Master, I am the messenger of justice sent by the earth to lead Grean forward. Doves of peace surround me, and my core value is

Forget it, Feng Yu also understood. This guy with five people and six people riding on the dragon is not simple. He just finished hating the dragon, and this guy made up for it and gave him a big traitor hat. Buttoned up.

"Golden Dragon, I warn you, since you choose to participate in this war, you must be prepared to pay the price for it."

The golden dragon Clara stared at Feng Yu disdainfully with her huge dragon eyes, and roared in a thunderous voice: "No one can warn the dragon, roar"

After Clark finished roaring, he opened his huge bloody mouth, and a golden light appeared in his mouth, getting brighter and brighter. It was the light of the golden dragon language magic.

Feng Yu slowly raised the demon-hunting gun in his hand and aimed it at the mighty golden dragon preparing magic unscrupulously.

If this guy is not a dragon, and if the dragon doesn't still have a dragon city, Feng Yu guarantees that there will be a feast using this lizard with fleshy wings at dinner in Cattail City tonight.

Feng Yu's finger was already on the trigger. Several courageous demon hunting gun warriors on the front also raised their weapons and pointed them at the dragon in the sky, including Herbert.

The anti-aircraft guns on the armed steamboats coming upstream also turned their muzzles and aimed at the giant dragon.

Conrad looked at the white-gassing armed steamboat and the weapon on it that was similar to the one in the hands of the riverside warriors, but much larger, pointing at him, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

What happened to the fine iron shields and the shield warriors behind them was seen by the Viscount who was blessed with the eagle eye technique.

A wild goose that returned from hunting for beauty among the geese raised in the cattail field suffered a disaster. This silly little guy may have been exercising too much and lost his mind. He flew straight past the side, as if he had no idea. It was like seeing such a big lump of golden Clark in the sky.

The golden arrows shot by the golden magic arrow technique of the giant golden dragon Clark directly penetrated the flying goose with golden light and strong wind, and the flying goose fell down with a whine.

Fortunately, Feng Yu was professional, otherwise he had to laugh out loud. He thought that the giant dragon was so strong, but it turned out that he was a coward, and he really didn't dare to shoot magic at him.

When the flying goose was about to hit the ground, Feng Yu pulled out the large-caliber revolver from his waist and fired with his hand. A cloud of blood mist and scattered feathers appeared in the sky.

It wasn't that he was learning from cowboys to show off his marksmanship, but that the demon-hunting gun in his hand had been replaced with magic-breaking bullets. The purely hand-carved magic-breaking bullets were too expensive, and Feng Yu was reluctant to use them to show off.

Under the watchful eyes of the dragon Clark and Conrad, Feng Yu gently blew away the gun smoke and put the gun back into the holster on his waist.

"If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, get out. If you chatter for a while, my prisoners will all drown."

Conrad's face immediately turned red with Feng Yu's anger.

Feng Yu was now sure that this giant dragon would not dare to take action, either because of the Dragon Clan's oath or the force of Cattail City, so he was confident.

What Feng Yu didn't know was that the last roar of the dragon Clark was not just for venting. It was a short dragon language to remind his knight.

The partnership contract between the dragon and the knight is a magical dragon language magic developed by the dragon clan with all its efforts. It can not only establish a partnership between the dragon and the knight, but also enable the knight to understand the dragon language. Ability.

What Clark told Conrad was that Feng Yu was a human without magical fluctuations.

What does it mean that there is no magic fluctuation? Either this human being has become a saint and has become a holy mage, and there is not even a hair left that can restrain his own magic fluctuation, or he is just a stick with no magic at all.

When the Dharma Saint Cromwell came to the Brocade Empire, in order to make the Dharma Saint of the Moran Empire fear as much as possible, the Brocade Empire organized their dragon knights to pay homage to the Dharma Saint, including Clark.

Obviously, Feng Yu is not a magic saint. The probability of two magic saints appearing on the Green Continent at the same time is not much greater than the probability of two suns appearing at the same time.

Then, Feng Yu is an ordinary person who does not know magic, a Muggle.

A snow-white glove fell from the golden dragon, and Conrad blushed with anger and shouted loudly: "I want to have a duel between knights with you, and the bet is the soldiers in the river and the secret recipe of salt.

Dare you traitor?”

"Okay, I'll kill you"

"Give you three seconds to get on your mount."

Conrad held a knight's gun on his saddle and prepared a charge.

Feng Yu suddenly felt something was wrong.

I'm going to have a duel between knights, summon my mount, and play word games with you.

It has to be said that human beings are human beings, and their ability to become world hegemons depends not only on their numbers, but also on their shameless spirit and cunning and viciousness.

Before Feng Yu could complain, Conrad had already driven the giant dragon and rushed toward the wooden platform at lightning speed. Who knew that Feng Yu had already agreed to his application for a duel?

Feng Yu gestured to the soldiers below, telling them not to act rashly.

Looking at the demon-hunting gun in Feng Yu's hand, and feeling the magic fluctuations at the level of the great magister that suddenly changed from vague to obvious under his body, the young and energetic golden dragon Clark chose to close his opened dragon's mouth.

Before Conrad could figure out why his partner didn't give Feng Yu a bite during the charge, Clark had already lowered his head and flew forward, revealing the dragon lance and dragon mounted on the saddle. The wielder of the lance, the Dragon Knight Conrad.