Chapter 620 Dragon Fight

Snowflakes started to fall in the sky.

It was white snow, but it did not give people a sense of purity. Instead, it was like the white paper money flying when a funeral procession passed by, revealing an ominous silence.

On the prairie, the temperature, which was already freezing cold due to the freezing rain for several days, dropped again.

The grass became a silver blanket.

The mist slowly descended and became thicker.

But the two sides who had already fought in a group did not notice anything unusual for a while.

The fight between life and death made everyone like steel with a ball of fire, rising with heat, and shouting and killing.

White smoke came out of the mouths and noses of people and horses.

He was just concentrating on fighting with the enemy in front of him, but after killing the opponent, he found that he had lost the trace of his teammates.

Lothar shot away a Tatar cavalryman with one shot, and pierced the armored cavalryman who attacked from behind with another shot.

A thin layer of sweat suddenly seeped out of his back, as if there was an extremely terrifying beast lurking in the mist that had descended at some point, waiting for him to show his weakness and then launching a thundering attack.

This breath

was very familiar.

It was somewhat similar to the dragons in the medieval world, but there was an essential difference.

A gust of wind whistled up.

The wind-raising talent of the sea dragon rolled up layers of flying snow and hit the faces of the Tatar cavalry head-on, making them unable to open their eyes and trying to dispel the mist in front of them.

But the enemy lurking in the dark immediately responded, and a cold wind that made people feel cold to the bones came.

The snowflakes wrapped in sand and stones, condensed into small ice beads, hit the armor and mounts of the cavalry of the delegation, making crackling sounds.

The infantry phalanx lined up behind the cavalry team, originally relying on the long-range projection troops mainly composed of woodland archers, could also provide fire support to the cavalry in front.

But at this time, they could only hide behind the chariot barrier and could not raise their heads at all.

The Tatar cavalry, who had already shown signs of decline, roared with excitement as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Their bodies and mounts all showed strange phenomena, either growing a layer of fine scales, or their arms turning into claws, or simply growing a single horn on their heads.

The strength of each Tatar cavalry increased dramatically, causing the cavalry of the envoy to immediately fall into a bitter battle.

Lothar raised his head and saw a huge beast swimming in the increasingly dense fog.

Black scales, single horn.

It was winding in the fog, and although it did not reveal its true appearance, this unknown sense of oppression made the fearless cavalry of the envoy, who had the blessing of "charge", subconsciously have an impulse to turn around and run away.

"Hold the formation and listen to my orders!"

The powerful shout, like a thunderbolt, instantly awakened the shocked cavalry of the envoy.

"Father is watching us."

"For Saint Losa, for the Holy Spear!"

After the Tatar armored cavalry showed abnormality, the cavalry of the mission had already fallen into a disadvantage.

If their armor was not thick enough and the Tatar cavalry lacked weapons that could penetrate the armor, there would have been a large number of casualties.

A trace of a grim smile appeared on Boluo's face. Over the years, he dripped a drop of his own blood into the water source of his own people almost every day. Over time, his tribe has almost become a half-demon tribe.

You are just a mixed-race Hu, the power of demons, what can you use to resist?

Raise the wind!

The strong wind rose again, barely offsetting the whistling wind.

He raised the new spear infused with holy light, like a guiding light, gathering the cavalry of the mission who were gradually trapped in a situation of fighting each other around him.

Here they come!

Two golden lights lit up in the thick fog.

A pair of golden vertical pupils lit up in the eyes under Losa's mask.

It was like two predators from the mythical era staring at each other.

A strong wind suddenly rose.

In the thick fog, a huge black snake head suddenly stretched out, opened its bloody mouth full of sharp fangs, and swallowed Lothar with a foul black wind.

It had no wings, but in the clouds and fog, it seemed to be swimming in the water.

It had four limbs, but they were thick and short and useless.

If you have to say, it is more like the legendary dragon?

"Eclipse!"

With a loud roar, the one-horned nightmare horse that was in tune with Lothar's mind jumped high and flew over the head of the basilisk. In mid-air, a piece of hellfire appeared under the soles of Eclipse's feet, and it stepped hard on the basilisk.

At the same time, Lothar in mid-air leaped up from behind Eclipse, and the holy cross plate armor turned into a stream of light and dissipated, revealing his half-dragon body covered with scales.

Clang——

The Duke's new spear stabbed down fiercely, grinding out a series of sparks on the scales of the serpent monster.

"Monster!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Boluo's eyes, but it was replaced by greed immediately.

Although the demon dragon did not completely replace his soul, it firmly occupied the dominant position of Boluo's body with the strength of the former's soul. It could naturally sense the dragon blood in Lothar's body.

As long as it swallowed this person, it could reshape its dragon body, and even have a chance to transform into a real dragon.

The cold air lingered around it, turning into ice cones suspended in the air.

Lothar shouted: "Retreat to the chariot for repairs!"

The current battle situation is no longer something that ordinary soldiers can get involved in. The strength of this serpent monster is very strong, not inferior to the high-level dragons in the medieval world.

The cavalry of the mission began to evacuate the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The Tatar cavalry on the opposite side seemed to have received similar orders and dispersed out of the thick fog. In the blink of an eye, only the breath of two living creatures remained in the fog.

Behind Lothar, the shadow of a black dragon quickly emerged, as big as a mountain.

A trace of fear flashed in the cold vertical pupils of the basilisk on the opposite side, and it gradually retreated and disappeared in the fog.

But Lothar knew very well that the other party was not retreating in the face of difficulties, but was like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.

The wings behind Lothar vibrated slowly, feeling the changes in every breath in the air.

The beast instinct of the wolf tribe was developed to the extreme, and even the slightest unusual movement would arouse his vigilance.

However.

There was only a dead silence.

Above his head, the retreating basilisk reappeared at some point. Its huge body was really like a fish in water in this fog, and Lothar did not even notice the slightest sound or breath.

That bloody mouth could swallow the half-dragon Lothar whole.

Almost in an instant.

Lothar's body expanded rapidly.

His feet stood on the ground, and he was surrounded by a dark mist that seemed to come from hell. His scales were like hot lava flowing. The ground cracked and dried up, and the grass became dry, and then a series of flames rose up.

The wide and huge dragon wings extended, and the claws clenched into fists, smashing hard on the basilisk's head. The ferocious dragon head attacked directly from the side and bit the side of the basilisk that pounced on it.

Boom——

The terrifying dragon breath spewed out from his mouth and poured on the basilisk's scales without reservation. The scales that were originally indestructible quickly carbonized. The basilisk let out a shrill scream, swung its snake tail fiercely, and whipped the dragon's body, and then pulled away from its body in a mess.

The shadow of the illusory dragon that originally existed behind him had completely become a real existence at this moment.

This is a complete dragon transformation.

The dragon blood, like lava, flows freely in the body.

Lothar feels this new terrifying power, which is several times stronger than the half-dragon transformation, and stops silently in place - the power of dragon transformation is very strong, but the consumption is much less than he imagined.

Because he now has a more precise control over the power, he can completely control the power of the dragon's breath within the scope of single-target killing.

In the thick fog.

There are bursts of shrill roars.

There is astonishment, confusion, anger, and a trace of fear that is suppressed but can still be sensed by Lothar.

When it reappears, the wound of the basilisk has been covered with a layer of ice, and the charred and carbonized place has grown a layer of new flesh, but the unforgettable hatred in its eyes shows that the injury just suffered is far more than it looks.

After absorbing the talent of the ghost dragon.

Lothar's dragon breath can already act on the soul.

And this snake monster happened to be mainly a soul body, living in Boluo's body.

The temperature was still rising.

The raging fire surrounded the giant dragon transformed by Losa, forming a sharp contrast with the opposite side of the snake monster whose grass and trees were frozen into ice and surrounded by cold air.

Roar——

A high-pitched and hoarse roar sounded at the same time.

The next moment.

The terrifying dragon flame spewed out again, and the snake monster on the opposite side also opened its bloody mouth and spewed out the cold dragon breath that had been nurtured in the Far North for thousands of years. The two collided and stirred up a layer of water vapor.

Ka——

The ground under Losa's feet bulged a lot, and the divine power of the King of Volcanoes caused a small volcano to form under his feet for a short time, and lava gushed out from the cracks in the ground.

On the opposite side, beside the snake monster, layers of solid ice condensed into clusters of ice flowers, surrounding it, and there was actually a thrilling beauty.

But this beauty was soon destroyed.

The giant dragon transformed by Lothar on the opposite side clearly had the upper hand in this battle of dragon breath.

He pressed forward step by step, and with every step he took, the dragon flame also pushed forward.

This was the first time that he faced a powerful creature comparable to a high-level dragon alone. This kind of monster, I am afraid that even a quasi-legendary spellcaster like Anna would find it difficult to subdue.

But in the state of complete dragonization, he was able to suppress the opponent.

Perhaps it was because the power attribute was restrained, but this sense of power that could control the overall situation was really wonderful.

This is not the power I borrowed.

This is the power that truly belongs to me!

The momentum of the dragon flame became more and more intense as the owner became excited.

As he pressed forward step by step and approached the basilisk, the frozen frost flowers in the cold area where the basilisk belonged quickly melted and vaporized, making the fog thicker.

The greedy eyes of the basilisk were gradually replaced by fear.

Could it be that this person was not what it imagined, a Jiao-like creature that was about to die and lived in a human body like it, abandoning its dragon body to survive, but a real dragon that could transform into a human form?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

There are no real dragons alive in this world!

The dragon flames were still pressing forward.

The snake monster suddenly withdrew its dragon breath and turned to flee.

But if it was so easy to escape, it would not have run away now.

The dragon flames that had been accumulated for a long time, after losing the power to resist, hit the snake monster's back like a thunderbolt - there was no room for dodge, and its huge body crashed to the ground.

The snake monster fell to the ground, enduring the pain and fleeing at a high speed.

The Tatar cavalrymen who saw this scene all felt that their faith had collapsed. That was the source of their bloodline. In their minds, the manifestation of Changshengtian on earth, the patriarch who was more noble than all the shaman priests, was like a defeated dog fleeing in panic.

How could this be possible?

Shadows were projected from the sky to the ground.

The dragon spread its wings, almost blocking all the sunlight above its head. Taking advantage of the moment when the serpent monster was severely injured, it swooped down suddenly, and its huge body directly pressed on the serpent monster, biting the serpent monster in the seventh inch.

The serpent monster, feeling the pain, also became ruthless, roaring and turning around to bite Lothar, but it was like biting on a piece of steel.

The talent of the earth dragon, plus the 50% damage reduction of the thorns around his body, made it impossible for this serpent monster with a mouth full of sharp teeth to bite through his scales even if he did not activate the stone talent.

Not only that, the basilisk biting Lothar felt a sharp pain in the root of its teeth. It was actually subjected to a very strong recoil force, and the two sharpest and longest teeth were broken from the middle.

"Die!"

Lothar crushed the sharp teeth fiercely. His teeth bit the basilisk. Although it could break the defense, it was like biting a piece of hard leather. It could bite through, but it could not use it to cut open its body and expand the wound to a fatal point.

The seven inches of the basilisk that was found in proportion was not a fatal point at all.

The basilisk was bitten by him at the seven inches, but it still struggled hard. The terrifying strength made him feel that he could not suppress it.

A fierce aura surged into his heart.

Lothar raised one foot and stepped hard on the basilisk's head.

He stepped hard dozens of times in a row. The terrifying movement shook the earth and mountains. The basilisk's head was dizzy, and the original fierce struggle force gradually weakened.

Lothar immediately seized the opportunity, grabbed the mouth of the basilisk with his claws, and pried it open fiercely. The next moment, from Lothar's mouth, the hot dragon flame spewed out into the bloody mouth of the basilisk that was big enough to swallow a giant whale.

The dragon flame blasted into the body cavity of the basilisk like a rotten wood.

The basilisk struggled more violently, and its powerful body twisted wildly. Every blow of its tail could shatter a large piece of its scales.

But soon, the basilisk's counterattack before death weakened.

Its body was motionless like a dead fish, and there was a burnt smell coming from it.

Lothar turned into a giant dragon, threw the body of the basilisk on the ground, stretched out his foot and stepped on its huge head with wide eyes.

Then, he raised his head and let out a thunderous roar!

At this moment, it seemed that the old king had passed away and the new king was crowned, and the whole grassland was blazing with waves of fire.