Chapter 487: The Missing Duke

"Roar—" The savage roar resounded through the world, and once again forcibly pulled everyone's attention back to the sky.

The battle for supremacy in the air has begun as everyone expected.

The red dragon that was being chased seemed to still want to escape, it tried to bypass Deathwing from the side.

But the opponent's larger body is undoubtedly a huge obstacle that cannot be avoided.

The winged bats on Deathwing's wings were like a city wall, covering the entire field of vision of the young red dragon. Give the red dragon a trance that you can't pass without knocking down the opponent.

A mouthful of dragon breath came out, and the slightly dazed red dragon seemed to want to burn Deathwing's winged bats with a breath of fire.

A contemptuous laugh came from Deathwing's mouth, which was already a clear mockery. It flapped its wings, like snuffing out a tiny flame on a candle, and just a vigorous flapping of its wings dispelled the dragon's breath.

For Griffin, this larger red dragon is undoubtedly experienced. It's just that in the face of the more seasoned and sharp ancient guardian dragon, its attack is as childish as a baby. As it breathed out its opening, its wing closest to Deathwing was an easy target.

Originally, Deathwing only needed to stretch out his left claw to easily cut through its wings, greatly reducing the opponent's maneuverability in the air. Unexpectedly, Deathwing chose to tighten his left claw and retract it to his chest , instead of looking far away, a dragon's tail swept across, and drew the red dragon with its tail to keep it away from itself.

This movement was too uncoordinated. If he didn't see it clearly, he would have thought that his left paw had been seriously injured in the previous bloody battle and couldn't move.

Deathwing wasn't hurt, but why did he back off?

At first, Veresa thought she had read it wrong, but after she read it, she found that Deathwing's attack mode was indeed very strange.

As an ancient giant dragon that almost lived on battles, Deathwing used all his weapons—mouth, tail, wings, left and right legs, and right claws—to attack fiercely. Except for his left paw.

Deathwing's swift, stormy movements indicated that he was uninjured, but his left claw was still clinging to his body.

At first glance, it gives people a sense of incongruity that "the master bullies the inferior, and I will give you one hand".

Obviously, Deathwing is not the kind of dragon who has the demeanor of a strong man. This can be seen from his instant killing of a young dragon at the beginning of the game.

"Why?" Veresa said to herself, "Why did you do this?"

Falstead thought that Veresa was complaining that he was driving the griffin away from the battlefield, and he replied loudly: "Sorry! This is not a battle for mortals, and we can do nothing but die here. Lady Elf! You better hold on to the saddle of the griffin, get out of here first!"

leave here?

What about Duke?

These words deeply pierced the weakest part of Veresa's heart.

"No! Wait! Where is Duke! Where is Duke?" Veresa screamed loudly, shaking the dwarf's shoulder vigorously, she didn't know when the tears flowed down: "Fal Are you ready, Stead, to abandon you and my companions out of fear?"

Turning his head and seeing Veresa's two lines of tears, the dwarf's heart was broken.

"Fear? No! Falstad has never been afraid of death. The problem is, the people who are still alive are here. It's all over at a glance! There is no man everywhere! It has nothing to do with cowardice. Everyone who is not here Dead! They're reduced to ashes, you know!" The dwarf waved his vacant fist excitedly, his rough face also stained with tears.

Veresa was also in a state of excitement, and she didn't even notice the change in the dwarf's title of Duke.

At this moment, the fierce battle in the sky came to an end.

Deathwing caught on to the fledgling foe's mistake, hooking his more slender tail around his opponent's head.

The red dragon suddenly lost its balance in mid-air.

The huge dragon wings with dark red veins in the black surrounded the red dragon in an instant, and the right claw that popped out suddenly tore off the red dragon's bat wings, making the red dragon's nervous attempt to adjust the balance ended in failure.

Under the violent tug, the red dragon revealed its defenseless back, and its neck stretched out as if waiting for the guillotine to fall...

"Fly, quick! Quick! Quick!" Falstead drove his griffin: "If we don't go, it's all over!"

The griffin tried its best to fly away from the battlefield at its fastest speed, at the risk of cramping in the next moment.

Veresa turned her head, staring at the battle behind her.

I saw Deathwing biting the red dragon's neck, and there was a burst of chewing immediately.

The sound came from far away in the night.

The sound of blood splattering.

The sound of bones crumbling.

Everything sounds so creepy.

Immediately afterwards, with the help of dark vision, Veresa saw a crimson drizzle falling, and the blood sprayed wildly from the dragon's neck poured between the sky and the earth.

The red dragon twisted its body hard, trying to do its best to escape Deathwing's attack. It struggled so desperately and in vain that in the end, it still sank down from the sky.

The seemingly fierce battle only lasted less than two minutes, no, maybe shorter, not even a minute. In such a short period of time, the two red dragons, which were enough to destroy the entire Griffin Squadron, were slaughtered by Deathwing effortlessly.

"It's over! It's our turn soon!" Falstad murmured in despair.

Strangely enough, Deathwing had no intention of going after the griffins. It just stared at the left paw on its chest as if there was something in it.

what? Or someone! ?

Even out of the corner of his eye, he never fell on the scattered griffins. Suddenly, the black dragon turned to the boulder dam in the southeast of the wetland and flew away.

When its huge figure quickly disappeared from the vision of the elf ranger, Veresa noticed that its left paw was still closed, as if protecting this precious thing.

The third sister of the Windrunner family finally realized what was on Deathwing's claws!

"Duke - Deathwing has taken Duke! Falstead! We have to catch him!"

The dwarf looked at Vereesa in disbelief, his mouth, which was so wide open in astonishment, looked as though it could fit a seven-pounder shell.

When he was sure from the resolute expression on Veresa's face that she really wanted to let him get close to the ancient beast, he swallowed his saliva: "I am indeed a brave warrior, my elf lady, But I have to remind you again and again, this is crazy!"

I have no temper at all, so let me pay off the debt slowly. Amen.

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