The battle of the legendary powerhouses in the Outer Void was about to break out, and the battle in the Distant Sea Sacred Mountain had already been white-hot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Eda Ash Island is a large volcanic island covering an area of nearly 500 square kilometers, with the terrain centered on the central sacred mountain and gradually descending towards the coast. In addition to these two port towns, there are also numerous temples and houses inhabited by priests scattered on the sacred mountain, which serve as the hub of the circle circuit.

But now, whether it is the southwestern harbor or other scattered temples and houses, the fire has been ignited, the yellow-green corrosive mist erodes the simple wooden huts of the clergy, the flames dissolve the steel, and within minutes of the Holy Mountain's shield being breached, tens of thousands of wyverns have completely destroyed all the buildings on the outer perimeter of the Holy Mountain.

This is the terrifying power of the high-level Warcraft Legion, originally the Wyvern is the most powerful kind of Warcraft in the middle and low levels of silver, among which the powerful is not inferior to the young dragon, ordinary humans need to form at least a four-person team to crusade against the Wyvern of the same level, thousands of Wyverns collectively spit liquid flames to bombard the surface, the power is no less than the napalm in the previous life, and even the victory.

The only one who can fight them is the High Legion, which is also formed.

For example, the legion of the clergy of the Church of the Seven.

At this time, the Church of the Seven Gods had not yet formed a Holy Cult Army subordinate to the Holy Mountain, but as users of the Holy Light, the natural tacit understanding between them was better than the ordinary team, nearly 30,000 elite priests of the silver rank and above gathered in the central temple area around the foot of the Holy Mountain, they used various divine techniques to resist the indiscriminate bombardment of the dragon, relying on the temple that had been transformed into a fortress for defense.

Although the super-large shield surrounding the sacred mountain has been destroyed, the small barrier that comes with the temple is still effective, and I saw liquid fire the size of a human head being spewed out by the flying dragon in mid-air, falling on the translucent grid shield like raindrops, and the violent explosion made the faces of the priest team in charge of defense pale from the impact, but they still calmly injected energy into the barrier to erase the flames. They clearly knew that the dragon breath of the wyvern was limited, and after two or three full spits, they could only wait for the next day to recover, as long as they survived this time, then the next step would be much easier.

The flying dragons ravaged the whole island, but the most were in the northeast and northeast, which was where the headquarters of the dragon army was located, and the defense line in the southwest and southwest easily carried the collective spout of the dragons, but in the north of the central temple area, there were already many temple barriers that were shattered by the continuous dragon breath.

The tide of dragons crossed the shattered barrier and crashed into the outer temple defenses, a terrifying hiss that spread in all directions.

If it were the defense line of an ordinary army, it would be time to collapse now, with flames of more than a thousand degrees melting steel and killing anyone, and the sharp claws of the wyvern being able to easily tear through the armor - but the paladins of the Church were different, and before the barrier was about to be breached, they took the place of the priest who maintained the barrier and calmly drew their weapons. Just as the barrier shattered and countless flames poured into the sky, these knights who believed in the path of light collectively shouted in unison, and then brandished their weapons.

The light of the fighting qi and holy light flickered, and the air was slashed out in white shock waves, and the surging air blade of sound not only shattered the dragon breath of the flying dragon, but also injured many approaching flying dragons.

Also at the silver level, the paladin's slash is not inferior to the impact of the wyvern, and the slashing of steel and iron is regarded as an idleness.

However, these knights quickly withdrew, and countless steel puppets poured out of the temple and took over to the front row - each of these two meters tall, like automatic armor-like magic constructs are the main force of this war, no one would be stupid enough to engage in a fierce white-knuckle battle with the unintelligent mad dragon, and every cleric is a valuable fighting force. Accompanied by the chanting, the divine golden light surged through the bodies of each priest and puppet, and the entire central temple area was instantly covered with a film of light, which formed a stark contrast to the black dragons.

Gold and black collided with each other, and in an instant, a sky of mutilated limbs and parts flew into the air.

Wielding a giant sword and a giant hammer the size of a door panel, the magic puppet also throws stone balls to attack the wyverns around the temple, their movements are relatively slow, it is difficult to hit the target, but as long as they hit, they can simply smash a wyvern to the ground, and then cut it in two, no matter how bad it is, it can make the opponent break their hands and feet, and lose a wing.

With the advantage of its huge size, the flying dragon can easily tear apart the body of the puppet, one of the two sides is a puppet, and the other is crazy, both of them are not afraid of blood and pain, and the central temple area turns into a steel meat grinder in an instant.

Under the ferocious charge of the dragon, the outermost defense line of several temples was declared lost in an instant, and most of the casualties of the priesthood were lost, and only a small part relied on the complex terrain inside the temple to defend it, but in this war, it was difficult for them to do anything, and the golden defense line was instantly dented into a large area by the impact of the black dragons.

But on the other hand, the speed of the dragon group was also completely suppressed, and the dragon group that broke through the defense line was besieged in three directions, and there was no room to dodge and retreat, and the tragic tug-of-war officially began.

This is nothing more than a battle between the ordinary church clergy and the Wyvern.

None of the gold-level Grand Knights and Judgment Priests, as well as the high-level dragons, let alone the Extreme Will-level Knight Leaders, High Priests, and Dragon Lords, watched the battlefield vigilantly, ready to be on guard against the enemy's powerhouses of the same level.

Gray Island Western Defense Line,

For the Extreme Meaning Blue Dragon, [Wind Rider] Suralno, what has happened in the last year is as unreasonable as a dream.

Blue dragons are synonymous with freedom and self, they are not bound by any constraints, they do not like any rules, these dragons born in the sky like to soar in the sky, enjoy the beautiful scenery everywhere, everything that happens on the ground has nothing to do with them, this kind of dragon is also the dragon with the least contact with humans, they prefer to fly towards the sun compared to the trivial things on the surface.

But a year ago, the legendary dragon who was only nominally the lord of the blue dragons, [Endless Wind] Rhetia suddenly uncharacteristically resonated through the bloodline, and launched a rally order to all the blue dragons, and it forcefully asked all the blue dragons roaming the world of Microve to gather in the storm lair in the depths of the far sea, saying that there was something important to announce.

But as I said before, this dragon is free and self-contained, so that most of the blue dragons simply ignore the orders of their nominal patriarch, and continue to fly in the skies everywhere - the life and death of the blue dragon are in the sky, like the albatross, the young dragons grow up on their father's back, they have no nest, and naturally they will not be found or threatened, and the authority is no different from a joke to these dragons.

But for some reason, Suralno was inexplicably curious about it. Even though it regretted throwing its former self into the abyss, the Extreme Blue Dragon came to the Storm's Lair and met the Patriarch Ritya, the only one to come here.

Then, it learned about some extremely crazy things - for example, the five-colored dragon clan is about to set off a dragon plague and disrupt the entire Mycrof continent, such as that they have gathered an army of wild dragons, and they will soon invade the Far South Kingdom and destroy this ancient kingdom...... Rithia was in high spirits when she said this, as if everything was going to be easy.

Suralno was dumbfounded.

The dragon god is above, how dare they? This is a war against a large human country, and for a dragon that is already scarce in number, as long as the loss is even a little large, it is almost equal to the extinction of the species!

Suralno originally thought that this was the end, and it was not strange that the five-colored dragon clan occasionally went crazy, anyway, it was a big deal to admit defeat and run away, but what was even crazier was that it was now on the Ash Island, the holy mountain of the Church of the Seven Gods, and was the enemy of all the human priests on this continent!

The horns of the dragon god - this is the shelter of the seven gods, and even if they do bring down the holy mountain, what should the seven gods do? Even if the two dragon gods join forces, they can't fight against the angry Terran Seven Gods, what did the other dragons dare to do this after eating bad?!

Suralno couldn't help but wonder if the entire five-colored dragon clan was rational enough to think of these things—of course, it might be crazy too, otherwise why didn't he ignore this like the other blue dragons and soar freely in the sky?

In retrospect, the beginnings of these crazy things should go back more than 150 years. The Lord of the Black Dragons [Stygian Dragon] Keano went to the outside of the world to find the traces of the Lord of the Red Dragon and the Lord of the Green Dragon, and in the end it did not bring the news of the two lost dragon patriarchs, but brought back a strange statue, and since then, Keano has always seemed to be a little wrong, it seems to have found the other two legendary five-colored dragons, and plotted for a long time.

That's when things got anomalous.

Blue dragons don't like to be in groups, they don't care about the news of the group, and that's what Suralno knows about these things, but during this time of wandering around the continent, he gradually finds that his people have become more and more evil - the five-metal dragon obeys the order, and the five-colored dragon is unrestrained, but this does not mean that all five-colored dragons are inherently evil, they can be considered liberal at best, but since then, there has been a constant news of five-colored dragons attacking humans and elven dwarves.

The peak of this madness was a hundred years ago, when the Black Dragon Mandagarh and the Black Dragon Granty teamed up to destroy a small human country, and this amazing tragedy caused the human powerhouses of the entire continent to force the Dragon Island to force the Dragon Clan to make a compromise.

"What, no?"

The voice of dissatisfaction came, and Sullarno felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Of course, the most incredible thing is that now, the free blue dragon thinks helplessly.

It's being questioned by a human.

Suralno's entire dragon body was sunk into the ground, like a rotten-tailed lizard rolling in a mud puddle, as if someone had smashed it into the soil with a hammer before, and its mud-stained blue dragon neck was holding a black giant axe that shimmered with ominous blood, and the huge body was full of huge wounds that could be seen deep in the bones, and the blue dragon's blood flowed out, which had filled the depressions on the ground, forming pools of blood.

In the pool of blood, a black-haired and red-eyed human warrior held a giant axe in his hand, and he also held a silver sword in his other hand, and the warrior was asking it in an impatient tone: "What I want to know is not the cause of the dragon disaster, but where the other Extreme Will-level dragons are now, don't talk nonsense, for the sake of your brains, as long as you say it all, I will spare you half your life." ”