Chapter 631 Not a Single Copper

"We don't have to help him until his state is lifted, so we'll help others temporarily."

"With the combat power that His Highness is showing now, I feel that it won't take long for him to kill all those legends."

Even in the form of a real dragon, the silver dragon, whose temperament still looks a little elegant, couldn't help but let out a voice of amazement as he watched Moreya kill the Quartet with one sword and one sword.

"Okay, don't talk about it, start acting!" Looking at the silver dragons who started to discuss, the leading Gu Yinlong felt a headache. Although she was nominally the queen of the kingdom of Thiago, these silver dragons must obey orders. For her, but in fact, they are all independent, it is a loose joint government, there is no subordinate relationship in the real sense.

"Just ask you two to entangle that ice dragon, don't let it interfere with the battle of your highness, and seal it if you can!"

The leading Gu Yinlong looked at Morea's violent fighting stance, which was completely irrelevant to the normal golden dragon, and looked down at the ruins of the iceberg not far below. A spear in the form of thunder was nailed to the iceberg. The ice dragon on top, which tore apart its own flesh, was trying to break free from the spear.

It tore off its own jaw, and is now tearing the scales and flesh of its neck. It cannot shake the Sunstrike Spear, so it can only use self-mutilation to get out of trouble.

"As for your other dragons, you can freely choose the battle group and help whoever you want!"

"But, who can we help?" The eight silver dragons looked at the leading ancient silver dragon suspiciously. In their eyes, except for Murray, Michaelella and Ilvester, the other dragons were still fighting. There are giants and none of them is a good thing. Their fighting silver dragons just do what they think they are.

"Of course it is to help this servant of His Highness."

"But among these legends, who is in the same camp as His Royal Highness Moreya?"

"Yeah, we can't tell the difference." A slender and elegant silver dragon flapped its tail and wings, lazily echoing, "So, we can't help."

"Don't pretend to be stupid for me!" Gu Yinlong glared at these guys who wanted to be lazy, "That ancient green dragon is, there is no such kind of dragon on our continent that likes to live in tropical jungles. , it should have followed Morea to us."

"And the descendant of the red dragon, she knew at a glance that it was not from our subcontinent."

"It's not good to help these guys!" These are all five-color dragons that have gaps with the silver dragons, and the silver dragons are a little unhappy.

"Below is also the frost giant and the frost giant warrior fighting,

Are we really going to help them? Consume the power of our kin in such a place? "

"You must help them, this is the royal order of the Dragon King!"

"Okay, okay!" Out of respect and awe for the Dragon King, the nine silver dragons opened nine annular space gates, and then the air force belonging to the United Kingdom of Tiago flew out first - a well-equipped The cold subspecies flying dragon troops.

Then, a mighty floating fleet emerged from the annular space gate, which is the air defense force a kingdom should have.

"These frost giants below, just attack those who don't wear armor!"

"Knowingly, how can ordinary frost giants forge metal weapons!"

"I'm not asking to make sure, to avoid mistakes."

"I think you just want to find the dragon to share the responsibility!"

"Notify the fleet, adjust the muzzle to face the frost giants who are not wearing armor, and give me a hard blast, don't keep your hands."

boom! boom! boom……

The sound of the roar of the magic cannon came, the scorching elemental rays, the magic cannonball with a powerful impact... fell into the savage frost giants who were besieging the giant army, and let the gorgeous flowers of death lie on the ground. Let go, with a sense of beauty that belongs to death.

"What's going on with these guys?" Morea punched several icebergs, which were condensed by the legendary frost giant with his own power, and threw it at him as a weapon.

"Even if you help me so desperately, I won't give you any money." A vigilant look appeared in Morea's eyes, and he suspected that he was here to earn extra money. He had a similar routine in his previous life. At the beginning, he didn't even say the price, and then after doing the work, he asked for a sky-high remuneration.

He is still in a state of poverty and whiteness, no, Muria is now worth 500 million, saying that he is poor and flattering him. He is still waiting for the demi-planes he conquered to make money for him and repay the debts he owes.

If after the fight, these silver dragons dare to use this to threaten, he will definitely refuse without hesitation, not a single copper, Morea thought so.

"Don't struggle, don't worry, I will keep my promise, and I will not kill you." With a smile on his face, Muria ruthlessly stabbed the Seven Sins Sword into the The chest of a frost giant, despite his wailing, still twisted in a circle.

The fiery ripples spread from his body, temporarily isolating the frost giant legend and the other three legends in front of him, and then Morea swung the turbulent magic sword to cut off all his limbs and cut him into a pillar. .

"If you don't want to suffer such pain again, just control the speed of your flesh and blood regeneration. I promise you, I won't kill you." Morea warned the frost giant whose limbs were cut off by him in a gentle tone, and then gently Kick him to the ground.

Even if there is a war on the ground, the legendary strength is enough to protect himself, and the frost giant who was guaranteed by Morea did not say a word, and fell silently to the ground without resisting.

However, the speed of his flesh and blood regeneration has slowed down a lot in silence. He really does not want to fight with Morea again. His hands and feet are constantly cut off and grow again. It's one thing to be resilient to a bad experience, but quite another to suffer.

"White Snake, I have a habit. No matter whether others treat me well or badly, I will give it back tenfold, so are you ready?"

Morea, holding the Prison Halberd, looked at the white giant snake whose body had recovered to a complete state, and his gentle tone was full of cold killing intent.

From birth to now, Morea has never suffered such a painful injury. The bones and flesh below the head are all smashed and mixed together. Morea does not want to experience this kind of pain again. No one likes pain except masochists, including Morea. The blood of the Titans gave Morea a belligerent belligerence, but belligerence does not mean that he likes pain.

In fact, many Titans like to deal with their opponents without taking damage, which is also a kind of sharpening of skills.