The strong wind roared from his ears. Garon nefadius kept his body close to the ground and sneaked forward in the way of a kind of snake. When talent and magic lost their effectiveness, the dragon''s physical potential based on the top of the food chain burst out, and his body adjusted to the environment. In just two years, Garon''s body was much more flexible and powerful than before.


    More and more arrows and flames were fired. The enemy''s reinforcements were approaching the camp with bows and spears, but Garon could hear their officers shouting in panic to attack and continue to attack. Garon licked his lips, his heart pounded like a big drum, injecting the blood rolling like magma into his limbs, making the flame in his chest burn more and more.


    In front of his family members, he is a dignified and quiet wise officer. However, only when he gallops on the battlefield can he show the real Garon nefadius. In the final analysis, he is a five-color dragon, a dragon mixed with powerful red dragon blood. Under all kinds of disguises, he is a cruel and bloodthirsty heart. He likes to watch the enemy cry and bleed, and then die in pain, Only in this way can we slightly alleviate the desire for destruction in our hearts.


    Which dragon doesn''t want to show off its force and enslave creatures with its tusks and claws? But Garon has always done so, because he has always lived in the shadow of the black emperor. His brother is the famous Caesar tangrian. Compared with that, what he has done is insignificant.


    The desire continued to be repressed until this task was simply a gift from God. His brother gave him the command to conquer velost. He could not only repay his brother''s trust, but also indulge himself.


    Running forward is the wall of fire. The black dragon is a good swimmer, but he has no fire immunity, but Garon can''t control so much. He suddenly stands up, moves his shoulder blades and leg bones back and forth, transforms sneaking into running, tightens his waist and abdomen and jumps over at the moment of reaching the flame pile.


    Before the aborigines had time to turn the bow and spear, a lightning fast attack swept across the train. The iron chain wrapped on the train foamed, corroded and melted like barbecue butter, giving out a pungent smell, and then collapsed. The suspension bridge lost its tension, the upper half collapsed, and suddenly fell to the ground with a bang.


    There is no talent and magic, but the strong acid in the black dragon''s saliva is innate. Garon knew how to use it when he was born. Of course, this is his only reliance at present.


    "Stop it!" the aboriginal leader shouted as he stood in the crowd, and the velostic language sounded so harsh in Garonne.


    Garon turned back and took a deep breath, which was the precursor of the dragon''s breath, but he couldn''t breathe. He just wanted to make the acid sputter further in this way. Although it takes a lot of physical strength and the accuracy is not high, such acid alone is quite dangerous in vilost.


    The most front-end aborigines howled and fell down in a row. If they were hit by arrows and artillery, they would die immediately. Fortunately, the acid spilled by a black dragon with a body size of 18 meters was enough to erode through the body. If they were caught, they would cry for their lives. If some of them were broken, they would tear off their clothes and armor together with their skin, or ruthlessly cut them off with a knife.


    Seeing this situation, the Aboriginal leaders stood up anyway and dropped three trains. If the other two were destroyed, their attack point would be dead. If they could not finish the order of golden city, they would be attacked alone, and their tribe would be ridiculed and excluded to death.


    Garon turned his head and looked at the train, but the stone spear thrown all over the sky could not be ignored. Finally, a powerful javelin was fixed on his left shoulder. The impact force forced the black dragon to retreat and the blood splashed out.


    "It''s just a beast." the leader shouted, and the morale was boosted, and the natives moved forward one after another.


    Although I can''t understand what the other party says, I expect it''s not a good word. Garon gritted his teeth. How can I be stopped by these powerless aborigines!


    The scene of altorenzo burning the city wall with his own strength flashed through his mind. Garon jumped into the air and flashed a batch of javelins. He completely gave up adjusting his body, dived head down, opened his mouth and acid.


    Bang!


    The iron chain broke, the swing arm of the throwing train fell with a bang, and the target was erased. Garonne banged on the ground, rolled around, and ate two arrows to the next throwing position.


    The leader''s brain was blank. He watched the other party flee and disappear quickly. It took a long time to finally remember what the black dragon was going to do next, "inform other tribes!"


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    "Are you sure?"


    Caesar shrunk and nestled in a huge iron chair, and Hogg was reporting to him the battle report of velost.


    "Yes, the war report came from the transfer department in the windless zone. We confirm that the situation is correct," Hogg said.


    "How?" Caesar questioned: "judging from the previous war reports, with the combat ability of the iron Legion and the black wing clan, as long as the commander does not command indiscriminately, they will not be defeated by the velost aborigines. Judging from the previous war reports, Garon is a qualified commander without doubt."


    "I can''t believe it," said Hogg, standing by the brazier. "However, the veloste aborigines used supernatural forces. The local ruler, Golden City, sent a special force called hunter. The war report said that the force cut through the steel and claws like a sharp knife cutting cheese and penetrated Prince Garon''s army."


    "Don''t compare." Caesar knocked on the table discontentedly. "I listen to the detailed war report."


    "Yes, your majesty."


    Hogg cleared his throat and said: "On the 13th day of five years and two months after the announcement of the ocean conquest plan, our main force was ambushed in the thane field. After a short military judgment, Prince Garon resolutely decided to fight back on the spot. At first, we did have an overwhelming advantage, but when the other hunter force and the ''Divine guard'' appeared, the war situation was reversed and the main force suffered heavy losses. After that , Prince Garon made a quick decision to abandon the besieged war lizard Legion and flying dragon Legion and cover the retreat of the iron forces. "


    "Until then, the main force found that the rear mien stronghold had already been captured, and they were surrounded again. After five hours of fighting, five regiments, including dog demons and orcs, were defeated, and about 32000 ethnic groups died or were captured. The conquering Legion lost more than half, but his highness blakia finally recaptured the mien stronghold. The Legion broke its muscles and bones, but it was OK World War I. "


    Hogden waited a while before he said: "However, the current dilemma is that his highness Garon''s whereabouts are unknown, and his highness blakia is difficult to support alone. We have fallen into the defensive. In addition, in the area we have occupied East of myen, those tribes who have surrendered do not know where to learn the news of our defeat on the front line, and gradually began to stir up, which is likely to be rebellious. Therefore, the conquering Legion has officially returned to the Empire Ask for help. "


    "Garon..."


    Caesar pondered for a moment, turned to the empty part of the royal court and asked, "what do you think of the so-called ''Divine guard''? And what kind of place is velost?"