Chapter 1062 Warrior Affairs

"Damn...it's so difficult."

Tyrion, who was running away on Malhandel, kept cursing the giant lizards and elves chasing behind him.

There is no doubt that the Cain sect was directly crushed by Drachnir's powerful magical power. Moras, known as the most powerful spellcaster in Druchi, was simply unable to control the wind of magic to Prince Caledor. Like a baby.

If Tyrion's prediction is correct, the Caledor dragon boy must have received the gift of Taebok from the lizard people. Only the ancient saints who master the wind of magic can allow the elves to bypass the maelstrom and cast Slann magic.

But fighting to the death has never been Kane's choice. Compared to fighting with the elves who smell like lizardmen, he is still willing to deal with Asuryan first.

The call for war in heaven was so strong that he could clearly feel the weakness of Asuryan's incarnation. It was a double blow to the body and mind. It must be that another Caledorian boy was about to win the war.

Relying on his divine power, he was able to forcibly break through the blockage of Drachnir's magic, and Malhandel's speed was no less than that of the dragon flying above his head.

It's just that this mount that accompanies the glorious war lord to fight everywhere may soon be turned into waste under the power of the Bloody Hand God...

"Getting closer, Asuryan!"

The incarnation of Kane, whose obsession was greater than anything else, did not consider the risks involved in entering alone. He could clearly perceive Asuryan's power of creation, and the two parties had a brief harmonious coexistence in Aenarion's body.

But that is special. Eternal fighting is the destiny of the elven god system.

A flash of sword light caused most of Tyrion's bloody winged helmet to break off. The blood knight riding a skeletal horse observed the condition of Kane's incarnation with great interest.

"You are much more ordinary than I thought. The person you killed was too weak, Kane."

"Insignificant mortal... you should not interfere in the war of great gods." Tyrion waved the holy sword of Kane and intertwined with the cursed blade. In just a breath, the red and black light was already flickering. Dozens of times.

"It's a pity that you don't have the strength to say this." Abrash was quite satisfied with Tyrion's strength. The sense of oppression given to him by the holy sword was even worse than Masno's blue fury, and the war The lord's martial arts skills are not like those of a young elf, he is extremely experienced and skilled.

This feeling of impossibility gave Abrash the will to fight, but the elves and giant lizards that appeared immediately after Tyrion made him temporarily stop the attack.

Draknir first stared at Tyrion, then looked at Ablash and said, "Ancestor of the Blood Dragon, thank you for your hard work and special trip to support me. I am very grateful for this."

Ablash said jokingly, "No, you may have misunderstood. I have not made any support moves. He is my opponent."

Drachnir, who had heard the request from Masno, was not willing to miss the best opportunity to kill Tyrion immediately.

Prince Caledor, Sotek's Seal Lizard, and Blood Dragon Ancestor joined forces. Even though Tyrion had the incarnation of Kane's Holy Sword, he could not resist. Aenarion also died under the siege of the four chief demons that year. , the guardian also has the power of Asuryan and Indra Gurnir, how does Tyrion, who only has the power of Kane, resist three monsters.

"I respect the honor of a fighter, but Kane is just a murderer who has no sympathy for the way of a fighter and should not have high expectations.

If you are suffering from no opponent, after the war is over, you and I can find an opportunity to confront each other. "

Drachnir... Ablash looked at Prince Caledor. In terms of aura, he already looked like his father.

"But I refuse. The affairs of warriors belong to the warriors, and the affairs of war belong to the commander. I am a warrior and do not understand the psychology of your rulers."

"you!"

Draconir's sword is about to be drawn out. The closer Tyrion is to Malekith, the more dangerous the situation becomes. The best way is to strangle him in the cradle.

A series of mistakes led to the current situation, and he could not tolerate the continuation of this mistake.

But then, Prince Caledor laughed again, “In this case, we will attribute the things of warriors to warriors.

How about you, me, Tyrion, and Pakal, decide the outcome here, and any attempt to escape before the end will be besieged? "

Glancing at Tyrion who was about to run away, Abrash thought interestingly. This rule was obviously used against the incarnation of Kane.

But it doesn't matter. The ancestor of the blood dragon only wants to fight. Since Prince Caledor can be satisfied, why should he care?

Seeing Abrash nodding in agreement, Dracnir whispered, "Pakar, you fight the vampires, leave the incarnation of Kane to me to deal with it."

After hesitating for a while, Pakar finally couldn't resist the order from the top of the hierarchy chain.

Although they are both the sons of Zun Shen, one was born in his mother's womb and the other was cultivated in an incubator. This is the ultimate double standard.

With dissatisfaction and anger, Pakar raised his giant hammer and fought closely with Ablash.

And Draconir, caressing the colt under him, put on a weapon very similar to the Star Lance, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at Tyrion.

"Kain's incarnation, Tyrion...that's all, it doesn't matter anymore.

In the name of my father, the cruelty of the Bloody Hand God ends today. "

Tyrion, who vaguely understood that he could not escape, felt the strong call of fate, but cowardice had never been the style of the elven war lord.

The many souls who died at the place of decisive battle made up for the damage suffered just now.

Tyrion smiled faintly, "Come and try, dragon boy of Caledor, let me see the difference between you and your father, whether the son of dragon will always be shrouded in the huge shadow of his father."

At the beginning, Draknir chose to give Tyrion an eye drop, and hundreds of silver-white spears appeared behind him, rushing towards the opponent like a rain of arrows.

The earth was torn apart by magic spears, and dozens of deep pits were also baptized by shells. In a puff of dust and smoke, Tyrion's voice came out.

"Magic has no effect on me... Don't you understand yet? This armor forged by your ancestors was designed for absolute authority."

"But it is precisely because the dragon armor was forged by our ancestors that I know its weaknesses..."

In Tyrion's unbelievable eyes, the weapon based on the Star Lance pierced his abdomen in Draknir's hands, and the bottomless wound appeared on him for the first time.

"Dragons have reverse scales. Do you think Caledor will willingly submit to anyone?

The ancestor dragon tamer swore allegiance to the guardian, but he wanted to unify the power of the elves with the power of Asuryan carried by Aenarion, rather than letting an ugly winged bird fly forever over the dragon's head."

Draknir's face was almost zero distance from Tyrion, and they could perceive a lot from each other's eyes.

Perhaps at this moment, Tyrion's dormant will was awakened by the pain, and his heart was extremely angry because of Draknir's words.

The blood of Aenarion and the dragon tamer has never stopped fighting each other. (End of this chapter)