Chapter 1669 A Lucky Escape

The war situation continues to escalate.

Due to the existence of Skatha, the York-Hancheng army temporarily gave up on exterminating us and concentrated its firepower to attack the greater threat.

Scatha, who was attacked on the abdomen and back and had a wound on the back, was not so easy to mess with. It roared, and suddenly stood up, raised a pair of forelimbs above its head, and let out a deafening roar from its mouth.

Then, it fell heavily, creating several deep pits of different sizes where its feet touched the ground.

A shaking like an earthquake spread out from Skasa, immediately shaking the enemies within a few meters, and the few guys clinging to its back were also knocked to the ground.

Skatha's angry eyes stared at the tiny humans who fell to the ground. It once again raised its claws and slapped them hard. Several adventurers who had been thrown to pieces and had not recovered yet were lost forever. A chance to get up again.

They were patted into patties.

Even so, Skatha's anger was still hard to dissipate. The sharp claws that were photographed did not lift up, but continued to crush them hard. The action was the same as when we usually crush cockroaches with the soles of our shoes.

There was an unpleasant sound of a hard object being crushed, and Skatha slowly raised its giant claw. It narrowed its eyes and stared carefully at the place where it had just been crushed.

It was a ground pit. In the pit, there were a few guys squirming like loaches. They were the same people who had climbed up Skasa's back and caused substantial damage to it.

As expected, they were the first group to hurt Skatha. After enduring the ruthless crushing, they all survived, which is truly amazing.

But even if they were alive, they were all seriously injured and lost the ability to continue fighting.

Skatha didn't care whether they were still capable of fighting, it just wanted revenge, so it twisted its big claws again, this time with stronger force.

After a sound of numb teeth, Skatha raised his paws to observe again, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

In the deeper pit, the ground had been pressed quite hard, and several corpses that had completely lost their human form were stuck to the ground like tattered rags.

This was truly a tragic scene, so tragic that it completely angered every adventurer in York's Han army.

Everyone concentrated their firepower again and launched a continuous attack on Skatha in a more violent way.

Billy, who was hiding behind the bluestone to watch the battle, saw this scene and couldn't help but ask: "Does this guy only know how to shoot with his claws?"

Taylor put down the bottle, burped, and said slowly: "A dragon's attack method is not just slapping with its claws, but I don't know if this guy who mutated from a human into a dragon can figure out other attack methods."

When I heard this, I became interested and asked: "Old man, what are the attack methods of dragons that you know?"

"Three types," Taylor said leisurely: "One is flapping, one is creating strong wind, and the other is breathing."

"I know it's a slap. It creates strong winds. Is it made with magic?" I asked doubtfully.

"No," Taylor said, "it's flapping its wings to create strong winds."

"How lethal is the strong wind created by flapping the wings?" I asked again: "Is it just used to blow the enemy away?"

The old man laughed and said: "You are too naive. When the dragon flaps its wings, it does not create an ordinary strong wind, but a whirlwind as sharp as a knife. Once it is involved in it, even if it is not divided into several sections, it will There is no guarantee that a layer of skin will not peel off.”

I was excited and sighed: "It's so awesome!"

Taylor thought for a second and then added: "It's actually wrong for me to say that. The power of the wind created by different types of dragons is also different."

"I'll go, old man, listen to what you say, you have met more than one dragon?"

Taylor frowned and said, "Did I say I only met one dragon?"

"How many dragons have you met in total?" Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but ask.

Taylor pondered for a few seconds and said slowly: "I fought three of them, and won two."

"Where's the other one?" I asked again, "Did you lose?"

"Yes." The old man nodded and said solemnly: "I lost, and I lost miserably. I almost didn't come back."

I don't know how strong Taylor's fighting strength is, but I have seen how strong his magic barrier is. He can even take down combination magic with ease. Even so, he actually said that he almost didn't come back. It's that one Dragon too strong? Or was it because the old man was not strong enough at the beginning?

Thinking of this, I asked him: "At what age did you fight the dragon that defeated you?"

Taylor glanced at me, shook his head and smiled: "You kid, are you asking me in a roundabout way how strong I was at that time?"

When I saw that my purpose was exposed, I immediately laughed out of embarrassment.

Taylor said: "It doesn't hurt to tell you. Although my strength at that time was not as good as it was at its peak, it was still among the best."

"So that's it." I nodded and said, "If you fight that dragon at your peak, even if you can't win, at least you won't lose."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Where did you come from?"

"Analytical," I said, "I think, old man, your current magic barrier can easily absorb combined magic. If someone is dragging you in front, you can accumulate magic power behind you and chant a stronger spell." Magic barrier, that dragon will definitely be unable to defeat you!"

"It's full of nonsense." The old man said angrily: "How do you know that my magic barrier was not as strong as it is now? You have never seen a truly powerful combination of magic before you said such short-sighted words. You must remember in the future not to trust nonsense." , let alone say whatever comes to mind without thinking."

"Oh I was wrong, old man" I said lowly.

Taylor gave an understatement of 'hmm', took a sip of wine, remained silent for a few minutes, and then said: "The strength of that dragon is far beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition. Those who teamed up with me to fight against it back then have the strength." National power at the forefront."

"National power!" Several of us exclaimed in unison.

The old man paused, sighed deeply, and said, "What a pity. If that person could survive by chance, he must be one of the strongest men by now."

"The national power actually died inside?!" I couldn't believe it.

I have a deep understanding of the terror of national power!

The powerful and domineering Achilles can feel the oppression of the iron beard like a flood just by looking at each other.

Both of them have absolutely great strength and are undoubtedly powerful!

Even such beings died under the attack of that dragon.

"Old man," I frowned and asked, "did you hurt the dragon before you escaped?"

The old man nodded and said: "It's injured and a lot of blood was lost, but to the dragon, it's not an insignificant amount."

"That dragon, do you know its name?" I asked.

"Yes." The old man nodded: "It did say its name, Bakar."