Chapter 261 The Fire of Udun

"Roar!" A pillar of fire rose from the bottom of the large mine, and even Kaldor subconsciously avoided it.

"The Fire of Udun! The Fire Demon of Moria!" Roland's face became solemn.

"Get ready to fight! Everyone is ready to fight! Be ready to take the ice blue potion at any time! The Balrog is coming!" Kaslo shouted anxiously. Although Ormsk and the dragons are the main force in the battle, ordinary soldiers may also be affected by the aftermath. spread.

"Ang!" Kaldor raised his slender dragon neck, and the angry dragon roar echoed in the abyss!

"Ang!" The blue elf was not to be outdone and let out a more passionate dragon roar.

"Roar!" Even from a distance, Roland could hear the contempt and provocation in Balrog's roar... Roland couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. How brave a silly kid must be? Fooled by sleep? Do you even dare to provoke the Dragon Clan?

"..." Kaslo.

"..." Ormsk.

"It's provoking, isn't it? It's provoking the majesty of the dragon clan, right?" The Smurf grinned as if it was angry.

"...Ho! Calm down!" The Balrog's hand made Kaldo feel a little helpless. He held down the impulsive Smurf. If he didn't hold her down, God knows whether this guy would get under the knife and fight the Balrog in the next second. Let's fight to the death.

"What the hell..." Ormsk shook his head. He had already foreseen the fate of this poor Balrog. He had finally escaped from the angry battle. Wouldn't it be nice to pretend to be dead? Isn’t it good to be alive? You must know that Roland does not have an earth-type dragon under his command. If this Balrog just retreats, everyone will really be unable to do anything to it. As a result... This guy dares to provoke two dragon clans?

"Can't it tell the difference between a real dragon and a sub-dragon?" Kasluo, who was already a fifth-level dragon knight, also laughed angrily. If he were still a flying dragon knight, he would have accepted the taunts and provocations of the Balrog. After all, The life level is really incomparable, but now I am a real Dragon Rider General! He who rides a dragon! This move made Kaslo think he was riding a fake dragon.

"Don't be careless! This thing is an old antique that has existed since the War of Wrath. We still don't know how many cards it has! Kaslo, find a way to anger it! Lure him out!" Omsk thought for a while and said to Kaslo road.

"How do I irritate it?" Kaslo said numbly.

"Order your dragon to attack the Balrog crazily! No matter whether you can hurt it or not! At least it must feel angry!" Ormsk said. After all, proud races like the Balrog and the giant dragon will never allow others to provoke them unscrupulously. Own. What he asked Kaslo to do was tantamount to having sex after dancing on the Balrog's ancestral grave...

"Got it!" Kasluo smiled evilly and summoned his own dragon.

"My knight! What's wrong?" Cardo, who was in a bad mood, felt that his self-esteem had been insulted.

"Of course we've done it! Come on, let's do this..." Kaslo and his dragon began to communicate with their minds.

"Is this useful?" Kaldor tilted his head and looked at Kaslo in confusion.

"You'll know if you try it?" Kaslo shrugged.

"Ang~ho!" Kaldo looked up to the sky and roared, inhaling a large amount of air.

"Hoo~" In the next second, a few meters thick green dragon's breath was sprayed into the large mine.

"Dragon Breath? Is it useful? It may not be able to reach the Balrog! The range is too short!" Roland shook his head and was not optimistic.

"This is not an ordinary dragon's breath! It's the breath of the ultimate skill! The range is tens of thousands of meters!" Kasluo shook his head and laughed dumbly. The storm dragon inhaled a large amount of air to compress it, even in a certain area during the forward swing of the skill. They can all be vacuumed!

"Dragon God is on top!" Roland looked at the dragon's breath that exuded a faint green light and illuminated the stone wall of the large mine, leading straight to the ground! After hearing Kaslo's words, Roland no longer had any doubts about the lethality of this thing...

"Boom~" After a while, a violent roar came from the big mine.

"It should be that a certain stone layer was washed away!" Ormsk looked around.

"Smurf, are you sure the coordinates you provided are correct?" Ormsk's face looked very ugly. He had been silent for a long time. Could it be that it was empty?

"Are you questioning the spiritual power of the Elf Dragon?" The Smurf looked unkind.

"No, no, no! I didn't question the elf dragon! I just questioned you." Ormsk shrugged.

"Ouch~" A faint howl floated up from the abyss.

"Hit!" Roland waved his fist excitedly.

"It's not enough! Maybe this isn't enough to provoke it into losing its mind and attacking us! Kaslo, give him another hard hit!" Ormsk shook his head and said to Kaslo.

"Received! Kaldor is handed over to you!" Kaslo said, patting Kaldor's thick back.

"Huh~" Kaldor opened his huge mouth and frantically inhaled and compressed...

"Ang!" Another green dragon's breath sank straight into the Moria mine.

"Ouch!" This time the Balrog's cry was very miserable.

"Wow!" Smurf waggled her tail quickly, but what's the difference between wagging her tail and braids in her current body shape? Roland looked away and immediately hid away.

"You broke its defense! His blood spilled out! I can feel it!" Smurf said solemnly.

"Be careful!" Ormsk warned quickly.

"Get away!" Kaslo quickly called to his dragon.

"Boom!" The hot magma pillar rose into the sky and flew past Kaldo's body. If he were to take such a beating, even though he wouldn't die with the dragon's vitality, he would definitely not feel comfortable.

"How brave! How dare you fight back? Castro! Smurf! Call him! He beat him so hard that his mother didn't even recognize him!" Roland looked at the formidable pillar of magma and fire with lingering fear. He almost jumped with him just now. Then he cursed loudly at Balrog.

"..." Balin looked at Roland on the edge of the cliff, who seemed to be standing on the moral high ground, and greeted the 18th generation of the Balrog ancestors like a shrew. Roland fell silent. What made a polite king become what he is now? What does it look like? Is it the darkness of human nature? Moral decay?

Bahrain vaguely remembers a great man saying that when a person curses for wealth, that person is guilty! When a person curses for bread, the society is guilty! When a person curses for the sake of dignity, the world is guilty! (Manual dog head)

"Alas..." Balin shook his head, looking at the storm dragon and elf dragon that were fighting the Balrog and sitting silently on the cold stone slab.

"Dragon God! Are your firepower going to destroy the entire Moria mine?" Ormsk frowned at Balrog and Kaldor, who were losing a few skills from time to time. When he saw the firepower spewing like a cannon, After the Smurf breathed out various elements, three black threads immediately hung down from its head...

"Stop making trouble! Are you setting off fireworks? Do you think your breath can attack?" Ormsk pointed at the skill that dissipated and lost its attack power halfway and said to Smurf. Only Kaldor and Balrog were there. In a real fight with swords and guns, the Smurf is lighting up the big mine like a mascot...

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