Monster Minotaur

After receiving the promise from the red dragon, Mo Yan drew out his bloody magic sword and fired three or four slashes at the huge iron chain. The iron chain made of ordinary iron could not block the power of the magic sword. The black and red slashing lines were like red-hot iron bars enduring the humiliation in the snow, cutting off the thick black chain without any pressure. Having lost the restraints of most of the iron chains, he tried to break away from the comfortable red dragon almost every day. He roared and shook his head and neck hard, pulling and breaking the remaining two iron chains.

Only a collar with a slightly broken chain was left, still hanging on the scarred neck of the red dragon. There are some dark blue lines on the collar, and the material used is not steel. The reason why the red dragon cannot use and gather magic power in its body is because of this thing. Liches who have lived for a long time can always do something that other mages cannot imagine. Their almost endless lives give them more time to study the mysteries hidden in time.

Seeing that the red dragon had broken free, Mo Yan stepped forward with his magic sword and asked the red dragon to lower his body so that he could destroy the collar. Mo Yan didn't dare to use Zhan Wen to do such a thing. After all, his grasp of power was not that sophisticated yet. He could only use slow motion, which was safer. Moreover, the material used to make the collar was not ordinary. It cannot be destroyed.

Your weapon is very sharp. Even the collar made of the armor of the God's Chosen Warrior cannot stop its sharpness. Where did you get it? With his neck free and relaxed, the red dragon Said somewhat happily. Mo Yan had no intention of answering the red dragon's question. He inserted the magic sword back into his waist and made an expression as if it was confidential. And Red Dragon was obviously not an idiot. He had just gained freedom and had no reason to mess up the atmosphere, so he was sensible enough not to ask further questions.

After gaining freedom, the red dragon rested for a while, accumulated some magic power, and then recited the incantation again. The surrounding magic power gathered like substantial particles and gathered in the mouth of the red dragon. Mo Yan had seen this move from a silver dragon when he took Jones to Dragon Island. The power to destroy a mountain, released at such a quiet distance, was definitely not a joke. In order not to destroy himself, His body was covered with dust, and Mo Yan hid behind the red dragon's somewhat tattered wings.

Hmph. The red dragon, who was gathering strength, glanced sideways at the tauren hiding behind him. He was slightly smug, thinking that the tauren was afraid of his power. Mo Yan, who can't read minds, has no way of knowing his contempt for the red dragon. In fact, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care about it. I'm sorry that people who don't know him have some opinions about him, and they can't really have anything to do with Mo Yan. Impact. What's more, Mo Yan also despised the red dragon in his heart at this time. Compared with the silver dragon he had seen, the red dragon obviously took more than twice as long to gather its power. In this time, Mo Yan was able to kill him eight times.

Just when the red dragon was condensing this power and trying to create a skylight from the ground, there was an undercurrent surging in the city known as Mordor. In the dark and smelly sewers beneath the city, warriors hundreds of meters tall were marching with weapons in their hands. This was the only way they could enter the city. The evil devil left the city and went to the Elf Forest to deal with some difficult matters, giving them a rare opportunity to attack.

Has everyone remembered our goal? After killing more than a dozen goblins doing cleaning work in the sewer, a girl held up a small magic lamp and illuminated a simple map. , said to the several tough men around him: After a while, our spies in the city will create an explosion. We will take advantage of this chaotic opportunity to rush out and destroy the city's manufacturing. Factory, give that monster’s important production base a heavy blow!”

Several squad leaders gathered around the map, staring intently at the targets assigned to them on the map, simulating what would happen in their minds. Some people's bodies were shaking, but it was not because of fear. They were all volunteers who came to participate in this operation. When they raised their hands and decided to participate in this mission, which would be difficult to survive even if it succeeded, they had already Put life and death aside.

The reason why they tremble is because the hormones secreted by the kidneys before the war make their hearts excited. The hatred of their almost annihilated race burned in their chests, making them eager to bathe in the blood of monsters to eliminate the heat that almost burned their bodies. The Salt people, who are called a fighting race, have less than a thousand people alive now, and they are hiding in the mountains. They are faced with the encirclement and suppression of numerous monsters, and they can only run for their lives all day long. I have never experienced this hatred personally. People cannot understand the pain.

We have all memorized the target. A man with scars on his face looked at the girl holding the lamp and said with worry: Emily, there is no need for you to follow us. The remaining tribesmen are still here. They need you to take care of them. If they lose your leadership, they will not be able to survive the monster siege. Since you have brought us here, you can go back directly in a moment.

The man's words won the recognition of others. The team leaders surrounding him all knew how capable the girl in front of him was. It was she who saw through the devil's plan during the final war in the Parliament City and used it to her advantage. She used that loophole to achieve the greatest victory in the war, annihilating two of the opponent's monster legions and defeating three additional legions. Although the Parliament City, the last fortress, was finally captured due to the powerful power of the Demon Lord, she survived with a few survivors and continued to deal with the Demon Lord. They wandered around the mountains like cunning rabbits, tricking the monsters who came to surround and suppress them.

In terms of supplies, she is also responsible for everything. So far, they are short of resources and have not starved to death. They all rely on her resource allocation. For a country with a large number of people, a person's wisdom is not that important, but at this critical moment of life and death for the entire race, having a wise leader leading them is the key to avoiding destruction. They cannot let such a leader die in such a fatal mission.

This mission is what I advocate. The girl shook her head and said firmly: This is equivalent to me personally sending you on the road to the underworld. I must wait here for those who can survive and take them out of here safely. I know this is not a wise move, but people are not cold-blooded monsters. If I ask you to sacrifice your lives, but you can't even take such a risk, what's the difference between me and that cold-blooded monster? Brother ...Don’t worry about me, I will take care of myself, Sart women are not weak at all!”

Okay... The man looked at his sister, was silent for a moment and finally agreed with her words and said: Don't leave here, we will come back after completing the mission, waiting for us. The man named Aruba The man dotes on his sister very much. He cannot bear to go against his sister's wishes. The only thing he can do is to silently protect her and let her live freely according to her own wishes.

It's almost time. Emily looked at the hourglass that had been changed four times on the ground, said some blessings to the captains who led the team, and asked them to return to their queues to prepare for the attack, fully armed. After the Salt warriors made final arrangements and checked their armor and weapons, they held their breath and stared at the hole covered by the iron plate, waiting for the attack signal to sound.

boom! A loud bang resounded throughout Mordor, accompanied by violent shaking. The Salt warriors standing in the sewer were a little unsteady in the shock, and even if they supported each other, they could not help but fall to the bottom. And when they saw the shock on the face of the girl who led them here, they understood that the explosion was not a signal. The shock at such a distance was not something that a small explosion could cause, and if the gray dwarf spy they bribed, if If he could get this amount of black powder without being given away by the all-pervasive SS, he would really be a legendary figure.

Keep going! Looking at the questioning eyes looking at her, the girl thought for a moment and then made a decision. No matter who caused this huge explosion, he would not be the friend of that monster. The enemy of his enemy is his friend. If someone created an explosion of this size, the chaos caused would be several times greater than she expected. Then perhaps the sacrifice in this seemingly fatal mission would not be so great.

The girl's order was quickly carried out. The warriors holding sharp swords climbed up the wooden ladder to the hole that was shaken open, lifted the half-covered iron disk, and arrived at the city controlled by the monster. among. The scarred man was the first to reach the ground. He saw thick smoke billowing in the direction of the castle. A familiar cry resounded through the city, and a giant red dragon rushed out of the smoke.

It's really a big job! After his team was assembled, the man led them towards the factory not far away and thanked the red dragon that was spitting flames in the sky and burning the city. He had already heard about the red dragon imprisoned under the castle, but even if regular troops attacked with all their strength, they might not be able to capture that tightly guarded place, so he never wanted to take it in. With the power of that dragon, now the red dragon rushed out in the most appropriate way. To these Sart people who were attacking, it was simply God's help!