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The dragon's role in human society is really not just for eating and drinking. He has learned the clever tricks of humans to protect themselves.

Conrad vaguely guessed why his companions did not fire dragon language magic, but at this moment he had no retreat and could only risk his life.

When he flew 100 meters in front of the wooden platform where Feng Yu was sitting, Conrad took off the crossbow hanging on the edge of the saddle, and without saying anything, he struck Feng Yu coldly.

Feng Yu is no longer Wu Xia Amon. With his keen eyesight, he has already seen Conrad's movements. He took off the large adamantine shield behind his back and held it in his hand. He blocked it lightly and shot the crossbow that broke through the wind. Yage flew away.

At this time, Conrad and the dragon Clark were almost flying in front of Feng Yu. Conrad and the dragon deviated slightly from the channel. He turned the dragon lance in his hand over, trying to wipe the wood of the dragon companion. When the platform flies over, give the humans on the wooden platform a sweeping attack.

Facing the dragon cavalry spear that swept over him, Feng Yu fiercely threw the heavy gold shield in his hand.

The body of the giant dragon is very unaerodynamic, and it is too difficult to maneuver when diving quickly. Feng Yu rolled on the spot after throwing his shield, and rolled to the edge of the wooden platform where the dragon was about to pass.

First, there was a sharp sound of gold and iron that pierced the eardrums. The dragon cavalry spear, which was thick and long and needed to be placed on the dragon's saddle to be effective, hit hard on the simple-looking adamantine giant shield. .

Conrad screamed. Although he was wearing special gloves, the shock transmitted from the dragoon gun still made his hands in the gloves bloody.

The golden dragon also roared, because the saddle was installed on his back, and the dragon lance was fixed on the saddle.

Clark's dive and Feng Yu's brute force caused the dragon lance made of fine iron to hit the heavy shield of fine gold handmade by the dwarves. The violent collision between metal and metal caused a tremor of destructive power.

Clark swallowed his roar immediately.

Feng Yu threw his shield and rolled over to the wooden platform. The next moment, Clark, roaring, passed by the wooden platform.

Feng Yu lay down and kicked Clark on the belly on the side of the rear door.

Not only that, Feng Yu also reached out to grab Clark's fleshy wing and dropped it hard.

Clark was kicked back to the stomach by Feng Yu angrily because of the trembling roar of the dragon lance. He groaned, then felt that one of his wings could no longer flap, and he turned sideways and plunged towards the ground.

He kicked down the door and skipped the high-speed train without buying a ticket. Since his debut, Clark had never encountered a human being who was so arrogant. He didn't react at all and made an emergency landing on the alluvial plain.

Feng Yu didn't feel better either. At the last moment when the golden dragon made an emergency landing, he let go of the dragon wings and rolled several times on the ground before he stopped. The black soil and green grass juice splashed ink on him, drawing a abstract painting.

Feng Yu, an old man like Feng Yu, can't do the kite turn. This has nothing to do with strength and flexibility. It's entirely because his motor reflex nerves don't have this program at all.

Feng Yu climbed up with a wheel, and ran in three steps to the giant dragon that had shoveled a mouthful of mud and was spitting it out. Before the dragon could react, he grabbed Conrad from his back. Pulled off.

At this time, Conrad was already dizzy from the roar of the dragoon and Clark's forced landing. He felt his body lightened, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had been lifted up by Feng's armor behind his neck. in hand.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt a chill in his ears, stars burst out in front of his eyes, and he fainted. This was due to Feng Yu's big-eared melon seeds.

After a crisp sound, Feng Yu let go of Conrad and let him fall softly to the ground.

The head structure of giant dragons is different from that of humans. Their eyes are like those of birds, growing on both sides of the head. Although he is a little embarrassed when coughing the mud in his mouth, one of Clark's big eyes is facing Feng. Here is Yu.

When he saw Feng Yu let go of the limp Conrad and walked towards him, he hurriedly spoke, but before he could speak, Feng Yu had already rushed to his side and kicked the ferocious big head.

"A duel between knights, right?"

"Summon my mount, right?"

"If you fly here and don't do anything, just think it's okay, right?"

"Are you as cute as Connor-chan? How dare you act cute with me?"

One kick after another, Feng Yu shook off his big foot and kicked hard at the golden dragon's big head.

Anthony, Herbert and others were running this way, and Borui was also led over by a messenger riding an antlered deer, because they saw Feng Yu throw his shield from a distance and disappear into the wood together with the dragon. On stage.

When they ran not far away, they were all stunned.

The corners of Mr. Anthony's eyes twitched. Herbert's demon-hunting gun slipped from his hand. The elf messenger pulled the reins too hard. The horned deer man stood up. Borui, who was sitting behind him, fell down and squatted down. On the ground.

What appeared before them was the golden dragon struggling to get up.

The golden dragon was originally brilliant and mighty, but now its head and body were covered with black mud. As soon as it struggled, it was kicked by Feng Yu and staggered, leaving no room for resistance.

When Feng Yu circled his legs again and kicked towards the golden dragon, the dragon's head in front of his feet suddenly turned into a shadow. He kicked it with great strength and missed it. He lost his balance and fell on the slippery muddy ground. A fall.

Feng Yu thought that the golden dragon had used magic. Before he could regret not picking up the adamantine shield and coming back, he found that the huge golden dragon had disappeared, and a man kneeling on the ground appeared in its place. blond muscular man

Is this the prototype that was revealed after being beaten?

Feng Yu was still dazed, but Clark was not. Facing the unknown weapons and the Great Elf Magister, he had already tolerated it. When Feng Yu came over, he still thought about turning the page after saying a few harsh words. Come on.

But Long's good intentions were rewarded with a senseless beating, and in front of so many people, Clark, he, wants to have the face of a dragon. In the future, Clark, will he still want to be a dragon?

But being angry, Clark still knew what to do. Although he didn't know which of the two elf magisters the old elf man behind him was, which of the old and tough elf magisters was easy to offend?

There are also those black weapons that make loud noises and flames. Those things are definitely not dwarf muskets and have the ability to hurt themselves.

So Clark didn't try to kill him. He got up and rushed to Feng Yu who was already climbing up. He opened his posture, raised his muddy hand, and slapped Feng Yu in the face.

If you hit someone, you have to slap him in the face to relieve your hatred.