Scene 269 Death of Denuk

The sky is getting darker and darker. On the Inner Sea of ​​the Dead Moon, the setting sun slowly sinks into the depths of the endless sea. The remaining light of the setting sun seems to evaporate the surrounding water vapor, causing the clouds to become distorted. In the golden pupils of the little female dragon, there was a huge fireball sinking under the sea, surrounded by a circle of green emeralds.

The noisy voices and barking of dogs came to her ears through the bushes not far away. Under normal circumstances, as long as she exuded a little bit of her breath, she could make the hounds scream and crawl on the ground, moving every inch. Don't dare to move forward. But that's not possible at this moment, because then the pursuers will also immediately find her hiding here.

But even if she remained motionless, it would only be a matter of time before she was discovered.

This made Aloz feel a sense of despair. Her body was covered with large and small wounds, deep and shallow, and some even had pus in some places. The originally bright and beautiful golden pupils were now eclipsed, as if they would unravel at any time. Although those wounds were not all the work of humans, especially the deepest ones, they seemed to be torn open by sharp claws, the skin and flesh were rolled, and the wounds turned white.

The hounds finally smelled the strong smell of blood in this direction, and the barking sounds got closer and closer. Soon, there was a rustling sound in the bushes in the distance, and several hounds emerged from under the grass blades with bared teeth, and joined Arlo I hit it right now.

These beasts also vaguely felt that there was an uneasy aura on Aloz's body, so they did not dare to get closer when they were within a certain distance, and they just kept barking at the little female dragon.

"Get out of my way!"

Aloz raised his hand, and a moon arc swept across the hounds. The heads of several hounds flew high, and the remaining hounds let out a frightened whine, then turned around and walked away.

Aloz knew that he had been exposed and stood up supporting the small tree behind him. Plan to continue escaping deeper into the valley. But just as she turned around, there was a sharp roar behind her, and her shoulder hurt. The huge force caused her to stumble forward and almost fall to the ground.

Aloz's vision went dark, he gritted his teeth and looked back, and saw a crossbow bolt stuck in his left shoulder. The crossbow cut open the muscle between the shoulder blades and penetrated in. If an ordinary person's left hand was probably destroyed, but she was a dragon, this injury could only be regarded as a minor injury to her.

The real threats came from the several bone-deep wounds on her body and excessive blood loss. In her heyday, these humans would not have taken her seriously. It's a pity that there is no if in this world. When Aloz saw the humans holding torches, spears and crossbows surrounding him, a deep sadness suddenly surged in his heart.

"You damn heretics. How dare you take action against the dragon. One day the wrath of revenge will come upon you and tear you and your master to pieces!" Aloz roared angrily.

"Revenge...haha." The heretic let out a burst of arrogant laughter.

"The Dragon Clan is finished, little beauty," a gloomy voice came from the crowd, and the voice sneered: "Otherwise, how could you have fallen to this point? Indeed, I admit that the dragon is of noble golden blood, but it is a pity. Your bloodline is getting worse. The more noble you are, the greater your value as a sacrifice will be. Your blood, life and soul will all belong to the supreme Lord of Purgatory!"

"You're dreaming, Denuk. Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!" Aloz said angrily, showing his sharp teeth.

"It's a pity that the dragon's vitality is too strong. Even if you commit suicide in your current state, you can't do it. It's really sad. You can't even maintain the dragon shape, so why bother holding on here?"

A gloomy middle-aged man walked out from behind the crowd. He was wearing a brown-gold sheep-headed robe. He was Hadran's master Denuk.

He gestured to the guard on the side. Pointing at Aloz, he said: "Tie her up, be careful, don't touch her. This is a sacrifice to Master Arkentu. If even one hair is lost, I will make your heads fall to the ground."

Several pagans immediately came forward with ropes.

Aloz's golden pupils brightened slightly,

Opening his mouth, a few trembling notes suddenly came out from deep in his throat: "srak-an-dot!"

A silver shock wave swept away with her as the center, sweeping towards the few approaching pagans. Several heretics were thrown away before they had time to react, and their entire bodies exploded in mid-air before they even hit the ground.

The shock wave continued to move forward, continuing to sweep towards Denuk who was blocking its path. Denuk's expression changed drastically, he raised his hand, a black crystal ring on his right index finger sparkled, and he opened a black ball of light almost at the same time. , wrapping him in it.

The moment the light ball opened, it collided with the silver shock wave. There was a violent fluctuation on the surface of the light ball, and the silver shock wave finally disappeared. But even so, the aftermath of the shock wave still passed through the ball of light and hit Denuk's chest. The latter groaned and turned pale, but at least he did not end up like his men.

The moment Denuk showed the ring, Aloz closed her eyes in despair. Her long-planned blow failed to kill this despicable human being. Could it be that the dragons have really been destroyed by their creations? Abandoned by his father and his majestic father?

"Frofa... I'm sorry..."

A golden tear slipped from Aloz's cheek.

"String magic!" Denuk roared - in this world, among the purely destructive magics, only string magic has such power. He knew very well that he had walked back and forth before the gate of hell. If he hadn't still had a ring of absolute protection given by his master, that one blow would have been enough to make him follow in the footsteps of his men.

But the Ring of Absolute Protection is so precious and can only be used once. It can be said to be equivalent to a second life. He never dreamed that it would be wasted in this place. Denuk was furious, and without thinking, he drew his sword and stabbed Aloz. He knew very well that the dragon's vitality was tenacious, and one or two sword strikes would not be fatal, but at least it would make this damn woman suffer a little.

And the other party is so weak that he will never be his opponent.

He raised his sword, but Aloz didn't seem to hear it. At this moment, her mind was a little wandering; what she saw in her eyes was not the gleaming sword blade in Denuk's hand, but the nightmares that tortured her day and night. Ordinary memories and scenes reappeared before her eyes over and over again.

Monsters covering the sky, tragic wars, and the huge, heart-stopping black sphere behind the clouds. She saw Frofa knocking herself away, flying into the sphere without hesitation, and using that decisive, He looked at her with a farewell look.

Birth, war, fall.

That is what seems to be the life of a giant dragon.

Aloz knew that the other party would not kill him here, but that didn't make any difference. It was just a matter of time. After losing the protection of the Dragon God, all the giant dragons became wandering on the land of Warnd. The lonely ghost.

The golden bloodline has died. From now on, there will no longer be such a proud and powerful creature in Warnd.

She waited quietly for the tearing pain when the sword blade entered her body.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Instead, a gurgling sound reached her ears. The sound was like the murmur of humans due to excessive fear.

"Am I already hallucinating?"

Aloz was slightly startled.

She hesitated for a moment before opening one eye slightly.

She first saw Denuk, the master of Hadran, holding a long sword. The tip of the long sword was pointed directly at her chest, less than an inch away.

But just this one-inch distance became a chasm.

Denuk suppressed his blush, but no matter whether he moved forward or backward, he could not make his sword move at all. Then he discovered to his horror that even letting go had become a luxury.

Every inch of space around the body seemed to be completely locked. Except for thinking, the whole body could not move.

"This...this is..."

He maintained the last movement before that, and even his body was suspended in mid-air. The expression on his face changed from anger to shock, and then from shock to fear. Because he could not speak, a gurgling sound finally came from the depths of his throat. out.

As a master on the side of truth, Denuk quickly understood what he was facing.

The ultimate plain, the laws of time and space.

Then he saw the figure standing behind Aloz.

A young man holding a little half-elf girl by the hand.

What combination is this?

This was DeNuke's last thought before he died.

"You can't kill me, I am Lord Akentu's servant-" He suddenly screamed as if he had broken free from the constraints of space, but what was waiting for him was a dark golden sword.

The sword blade pierced his throat. Denuk's eyes widened and he could only watch his dirty blood spurting out.

Aloz turned around blankly.

But when the little female dragon saw clearly the hand holding the sword and the owner of the hand holding the sword, her whole body seemed to be stunned, as if she was in a dream.

As for Denuk's men, the sheep-headed believers seemed to go crazy when they saw this scene. They all pulled out their weapons and roared towards Brando.

"Brando, be careful, there are Arkentu's favored ones among them!"

Aloz's memory of Brando's strength still lingers on the battlefield of Ampelsel.

But she immediately saw Brando slowly pull out the sword from Denuk's throat. It had a dark golden blade and golden-red cracks on the sword's spine.

She suddenly opened her mouth.

Because she knows this sword.

This sword has many names, but only one, belonging to Cruz.

Blade of Fire, Odysseus.

Brando raised his sword and made a light stroke from left to right.

A bright golden line extends from left to right, from the waist of all Sheep-Headed Cultists.

"The name of the sword, Odysseus, the Kingdom of Fire——"

The golden threads suddenly parted, and then flames rose up.

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