Chapter 170 Wild Horn Ancient Dragon

Coventry County, Purple Shirt Province.

The fire in the mountains has been burning for a whole week, and the ground is charred and soft, and there is a warm feeling under your feet.

Soldiers lined up in a long straight line, paying attention to searches, stabbing into the soil with spears or bayonets from time to time, looking for possible tunnel entrances.

But after a long search to no avail, the commander of the imperial military began to summon mages again, using the shock technique, to impact the earth, and be sure to bury those underground passages on the spot.

In the ruined forest that collapsed like charcoal, a pair of eyes were exposed on the ground, quietly observing these approaching soldiers, and then the figure drilled into the depths of the ground.

There, only 100 people were left lying in the small pits. During the week, they launched several counter-charges, but unfortunately they all ended in failure. In the end, only this small number of people were left to hide again. .

"Have you come this far?" After listening to the report, Tokolin stopped speaking and slowly leaned against the wall.

"Tell everyone." He was already mentally prepared.

After a while of silence, everyone began to make final adjustments and rest.

Surrender is impossible, which not only deviates from their original intention, but also the other side will not accept it.

Half an hour later, another disparity battle started. The few remaining muskets were shot and thrown to the ground. These people held spears and knives and rushed down the hillside.

Opposite them are more than 2,000 neatly arranged black barrels. These imperial soldiers squatted in the front row and stood in the back row, wearing red and white military uniforms, aiming quietly, waiting for orders.

"Hmph, fire!" The commander didn't want to spend any more words, and gave the order directly.

The continuous gunshots sounded one after another, the short blazing flames formed into one piece, and the thick blue smoke floated from the dense array.

In the firelight, the running figures were hit with countless splashes of blood, like broken rag dolls, floating in the wind, and then slowly falling.

Those faces looked up at the white sky, black stains and dust covered their faces, and finally their hands gradually became weak, and they let go of the long knife in their hands.

The metal blade rolled down the hillside, bumping up and down, occasionally hitting the gravel, making a sound, until it got stuck in a gully somewhere, silently.

There is no heroic miracle, no shocking reversal, everything ends in silence.

Looking at the scorched black land where no one stood, the commander waved his sword and asked people to search and sweep the battlefield.

"Report, sir, all the enemies have been wiped out!"

Half an hour later, a soldier trotted over and reported at attention.

"Very well, restrain the bodies of these people and drag them back."

"Yes."

Naturally, he didn't want to remember these idealists, but wanted to wear these corpses on wooden thorns to shock the local residents and warn them not to be delusional.

Two days later, a row of charred bodies appeared on both sides of the main road in Zishan Province. These withered bodies showed strange postures, which made passing travelers and businessmen feel chills and fear.

Countless people were silent, passing by these 'sculptures' quietly.

"I'm late."

A man with a feathered hat and a hunting suit rode across the road and saw these charred 'sculptures' stop and slowly dismount.

He lowered the brim of his hat, silently looking at the black 'sculptures', carefully distinguishing their appearance, and trying to recall the names.

The hand gripping the reins gradually tightened, as if to crumple the leather rein to shreds.

After a long time, his mood gradually stabilized.

Writing down the names of these deceased people one by one, he rode forward slowly, and finally stopped under a 'sculpture'.

Tocolin...

The fierce rival and rival of his youth has now left this world one step ahead of him.

He used to think that this opponent was so talented, that he couldn't match it, and that he didn't want fate to mess with him, but the opponent left before him.

Tocolin used to be a nobleman, and he also enjoyed the various benefits brought by the noble status, but unfortunately he did not sleep in it.

The cruelty and bloodshed he saw in the westward expedition with the army that year finally awakened him and finally became what he is today.

Turning over and dismounting, standing in front of the body of this rival and friend, the man slowly took off his hat, revealing short wine red hair and a face that was slightly vicissitudes.

Time is ruthless, and he is no longer the hot-blooded boy he used to be.

A lot of things started to rot slowly, and everything was not what it was originally supposed to be.

Once had such a dream, Tokolin overthrew this rotten country with those energetic youths and established a new and beautiful country, just like the country on the west side.

Unfortunately, miracles are rare, and they still fail.

What is more sad than finding the meaning of life is that even if you find it, you will clearly realize that you will never be able to reach that state, the despair that is absolutely impossible to achieve.

There are so many teenagers who slaughter dragons, and there are more weak mortals swallowed by evil dragons.

After getting on his horse, the man ran into the distance again.

Not long after, the 'sculpture' burst into flames and burned to nothing, leaving only the gray-white powder that surprised the patrolling soldiers.

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Fiery red meteors pierce the night sky,

Leaving a long tail of flames, two tiny figures descended on the most wild province in the southern border, a place with sparse population, beasts and dragons rampant, a dangerous and isolated place.

Jumping off the fluffy back of the phoenix, Xia Lanrot and Phoenix stood on the top of the hill, overlooking the undulating red rock forest. The scorching hot and poisonous breath gushed out from the cracks from time to time, and there were some giant pythons of the same color as the rocks. On the side, a few lava Suzuka with long horns jumped over all kinds of gravel, looking for the dry mushrooms growing in the mountains.

These fiery red-patterned mushrooms are local specialties. It is said that they only grow beside the geothermal crevices and have the magic power of heat poison.

In the sky, above the dark clouds, a dark shadow slowly descended, and then the oppressive figure was revealed in the vision of the creature.

With rock-like red iron scales, a ferocious head, and two curved rows of teeth and long horns, this peculiar dragon swooped across the earth, and the strong winds carried by its wings lifted the stones and smashed them into pieces.

The heavy mouth opened, like chewing a chicken, and smashed the Suzuka, python, stone, etc. on the ground together.

The sound of crunching bones shattered from time to time, and there were violent explosions of magical flames, but none of this bothered it.

It is the famous dragon in the South, Zephmus.

As a special Dragon Sequence 7 Wildhorn Ancient Dragon, its strength is far beyond that of ordinary Sequence 7, and it can fight even against Sequence 8.

"Sooner or later, I will make it surrender."

Xialan Luot stood on the top of the mountain, facing the painful wind of sand, staring firmly at the ferocious dragon, and slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist.

She is no longer a child. As a descendant of the Baska family, she should be in charge of the dragons in this southern region like her ancestors, and master the most powerful violence in the world.

The dragon of evil thoughts, the dragon of tyranny, no matter what kind of vicious name, only with the power in hand can people listen to their thoughts with peace of mind.