Vol 6 Chapter 269

The sky is getting darker and darker. In the dead sea, the setting sun slowly sinks into the endless depths of the ocean. The setting sun seems to evaporate the surrounding water vapor, distorting the clouds. In the golden pupil of the little dragon, it was a huge fireball sinking under the sea, and it was surrounded by a circle of green emeralds.

The noisy vocals and bark of the dog came to her ears through the bushes not far away. If it is normal, she only needs to give off a little breath, so that the hounds can groan on the ground, scream Dare not move forward. But at the moment, it is not possible, because then the chaser will immediately find her hiding here.

But even if she didn't move, it was only a matter of time before it was discovered.

This made Aloz feel desperate. She was covered with large and small wounds, shallow and shallow wounds, and even pus in some places. The bright and beautiful golden pupils were now eclipsed, as if they would be scattered at any time. Although the wounds are not all human masterpieces, especially the deepest ones, it seems to be torn by the claws, the flesh is rolled, and the wound is white.

The hounds finally smelled the strong blood in this direction. The barking sound got closer and closer, and not long ago, the bushes fluttered a few times, and some hounds grinned out from under the blades of grass. I bumped into it.

These beasts also felt that Aloz had an uneasy breath on them, and he dared not approach them beyond a certain distance, only barking at the little female dragon.

"Get away from me!"

Aloz raised his hand, swept across a hound, and the heads of several hounds flew high. The remaining hounds made a horrible play, and turned away.

Aloz knew that he had been exposed, supporting the little tree behind him to stand up. It was intended to continue to escape deep into the valley. But she had just turned around, and there was a shattering shriek behind her, a pain in her shoulders, and a huge force brought her forward and fell almost to the ground.

Aloz's eyes were dark, and he looked back after gritting his teeth, already seeing a crossbow in his left shoulder. The crossbow cuts through the muscles between the shoulder blades and drills in. If the left hand of an ordinary person is estimated to have been scrapped, but she is a dragon, this injury can only be said to be a minor injury to her.

The real threat came from those wounds with deep bones and excessive blood loss. If she was in her heyday, these humans would not be in her eyes at all. Unfortunately, there is no such thing in this world. Alloz suddenly saw a thick sorrow in his heart when he saw the human beings holding up a torch, holding a spear and a crossbow machine.

"You **** heretics. You dare to shoot at the dragon, and one day the anger of revenge will fall on you, tearing you and your master apart!" Aloz growled angrily.

"Revenge ... haha." The heathen laughed loudly.

"The Dragon is over, Little Beauty," a somber voice came from the crowd, and that voice sneered: "How else would you fall into this? Indeed, I admit that the dragon is a noble golden blood, but it ’s a pity. The more your bloodlines Noble, the greater your value as a sacrifice. Your blood, life and soul will belong to the Supreme Purgatory Lord! "

"You dream, Denook. Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!" Aroz said, exposing his sharp teeth, angrily.

"It's a pity that the dragon's vitality is too strong, even in your current state, you can't even commit suicide. It's really sad, you can't even maintain the dragon shape, why bother to support it here?"

A gloomy middle-aged man stepped out from behind the crowd. He was wearing a brown-gold sheepskin robe, and was exactly the master of Hadran Denook.

He gestured to the guards aside. Pointing at Aloz, "Tie her up, be careful, don't move your hands. This is a sacrifice for Lord Arkanto. There is one cold hair missing, and I will let your heads fall to the ground."

Several pagans immediately came up with the ropes.

Aloz's golden pupil lightened slightly, opened his mouth, and suddenly a few trembling notes came from deep in his throat: "srak-andot!"

A silver shock wave swept away from her, towards the few pagans approaching. Before the pagans had time to respond, they were taken off, and the entire body had burst apart in mid-air before it landed.

The shock wave continued to advance, and swept towards Denook who was blocking its course. Denook's face changed drastically, and he raised his hand. A black crystal ring glittered on the index finger of his right hand, and opened a black light ball at about the same time And wrapped him in it.

At the moment when the light ball was spread out, it collided with the silver shock wave, and a violent wave on the surface of the light ball finally annihilated the silver shock wave. But even so, the aftermath of the shock wave passed through the light ball and struck Denook's chest. The latter moaned and his face was white, but at least he did not end up with his own general.

As soon as Denook showed the ring, Aloz closed her eyes in despair. Her long-planned blow failed to end up with this despicable human. Could the dragons have been created by them? Abandoned by the father and the majestic father?

"Fruffa ... I'm sorry ..."

A drop of golden tears slipped from Aloz's cheek.

"String magic!" Denook roared in this world. Among purely lethal magic, only string magic has such power. He knew very well that he had walked back and forth before the Ghost Gate was closed. If he did not have an absolute ring of protection from his master, that blow would be enough for him to follow in his footsteps.

But the absolute protection ring is so precious and can only be used once. It can be said to be equivalent to the second life. He never dreamed that it would be wasted in this place. Denuk was furious, and stabbed his sword at Aloz if he didn't want to. He knew that the dragon's vitality was tenacious, and that one or two swords would not be fatal, but at least this **** woman could suffer.

And the opponent is so weak that he will never be his opponent.

He raised his sword, but Aloz was ignorant. At this moment, her thoughts were a little bit floating; what she saw in her eyes was not the dazzling sword edge in the hands of Denook, but the nightmares that tortured her day and night The ordinary memories and scenes are repeated before her eyes.

The monster that covered the sky, the fierce war, the huge, heart-breaking black sphere behind the clouds, she saw Frofa knocking herself apart, and flew into the sphere without hesitation, using that decisive, Looking at her with a farewell meaning.

Birth, war, fall.

That's like the life of a dragon.

Aloz knows that the other party won't kill himself here, but it doesn't make any difference, it's just sooner or later. After losing the protection of the dragon god, all the dragons have become wandering on the land of Vaund. Lonely Ghost.

The blood of gold has fallen, and since then, Vond will never have such a proud and powerful being.

She waited quietly for the tear-like pain in the blade to enter her body.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

Instead, a gurgling sound came to her ears, like a slang uttered by humans because of too much fear.

"Did I already hallucinate?"

Aloz stunned slightly.

She hesitated for a moment before opening her eyes slightly.

She first saw Denook, whose master was holding a sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her chest, less than an inch away.

But even this inch of distance has become a natural sound.

Denook blushed, but he couldn't shake his sword, whether it was forward or backward. Then he was horrified to find that he even became a hope of letting go.

Every inch of space around the body seems to be completely locked. Except for thinking, the whole body cannot move up and down.

"This ... this is ..."

He kept the last action before that, and even his body was suspended in mid-air. The look on his face changed from anger to panic, and then from panic to fear. Because he couldn't speak, a gurgling voice finally came from deep in his throat. Come out.

As a master of truth, Denook quickly understood what he was facing.

Extreme Plains, the law of time and space.

Then he saw the figure standing behind Aloz.

A young man holding a half-elf little girl in one hand.

What combination is this?

This was the last thought of Denook during his lifetime.

"You can't kill me, I am the servant of Lord Arkanto" He suddenly screamed as if he had broken the constraints of space, but waiting for him was a dark golden sword.

The blade pierced through his throat, and Denook widened his eyes, only to watch his dirty blood gush out.

Aloz turned back abruptly.

But when the little mother dragon saw the hand holding the sword and the owner of the hand holding the sword, the whole person seemed to be still, as if in a dream.

Under Denook's men, the sheepheads saw this scene as if they were crazy, and pulled out their arms and snarled towards Brando.

"Brando, be careful, they have Arkinto's dependents!"

Aloz's memory of Brando's strength remained on the battlefield of Ampelsel.

But she immediately saw Brando slowly pull the sword from Denook's throat, the dark golden blade, and a golden red crack on the ridge.

She suddenly opened her mouth.

Because she knew the sword.

This sword has many names, but only one, which belongs to Cruz.

Blade of Fire, Odysseus.

Brando raised his sword and swiped from left to right.

A bright golden line extends from left to right from the waist of all sheepheads.

"Sword Name, Odysseus, Country of Fire"

The gold threads suddenly separated, and then a rising flame.

…… (To be continued.)