The flame suddenly appeared from the dragon's mouth, and then dissipated abruptly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was no reason for the dragon to stop attacking, and in that breath, it took almost all of its accumulated strength—physical strength, the energy and chemicals that triggered the flames, and even the mental power and momentum needed to attack. After all, the monster is not an ancient dragon species that can destroy the world with a raised hand, and making such an attack will cause great damage to itself, not to mention that the dragon clan itself has also received two heavy blows, one of which was injured by the dragon spear, almost shaving the back of the towering mountain into a valley. It is difficult for the armored dragon in this state to even maintain a fighting state, and of course, it is even more difficult to launch an attack of that intensity again.

Feng Dust overlooked all this from the ancient dragon's vision, the young hunters who cheered for the rest of their lives, the old hunters who were calm and vigilant when they noticed that something was wrong, the low-level monsters who were so frightened by the sudden burst of power from the dragon clan that they were lying on the ground and trembling, and the high-level monsters who cautiously pulled back.

And, of course, there is a fan-shaped expanse that is especially dark in the gloomy night. In that area, the hunters and monsters that were alive and fighting a few seconds ago were now all lifeless charcoal. All sounds and colors were swallowed up by the firelight, and the contrast was strong with the rest of the battlefield, as if some greedy child had secretly eaten a piece of a birthday cake, but it was more visible than anywhere else in the dusty vision.

"Pull me back." Feng Chen said in a weak, feeble voice, "Right now." ”

The ancient dragon took out the sharp horn that poked on the boy's arm, and the wound on the trainee's arm didn't shed much blood for some reason, but left a crimson and squirming terrifying hole, probably because some secretions on the dragon's body played a role in stopping the bleeding.

As Oonazchi's auxiliary power dissipated, Feng Chen's pupils at both ends returned to their usual state. The young man came back to his senses and looked at the dragon dripping with blood in the corner in front of him in a daze, only to realize that his perception was no longer on the battlefield.

At the moment when Feng Chen came into contact with the spirit world of the armored dragon, he realized that although the brain function of the monster was comparable to that of humans, but without education and inheritance, it was only driven by instinct, and its way of thinking was no different from that of ordinary monsters. The armored dragon does not have the ability to distinguish between the real and the fake, and acts only according to its own feelings and instinctive needs. So Dust Seal chose to deceive it - temporarily obscuring the monster's perception of its surroundings with the sudden appearance of the ancient dragon coercion, and taking the opportunity to tell it that the one who started it had fled.

The Armored Dragon's fury was not directed at all living creatures, except for the hunter who had wounded it once and led it into danger, one of the few clear messages that Sealing Dust had found in the Armored Dragon's statement. The boy's methods are very clumsy, but the things he has to face are more simple.

Sealing the dust didn't need to make the armored dragon give up resistance, it only needed a moment's hesitation.

"You did it!" Oonazchi suppressed his excitement, "The armor dragon has stopped! ”

The young man's face was not happy at all, but pale and his lips had lost all their blood. Until this moment, Feng Chen's mind was still blank, he didn't know how he made his choice, and he didn't know how he completed such an almost impossible task in the extreme time. The time left for the boy to save his companion was not days or hours, but only a few seconds, which gave him no time to think clearly about the situation in front of him, so he had to take action. And when the crisis is finally over, all that remains in the trainee's heart is endless fear.

It only took him two or three seconds to think and act, and in exchange for nearly a hundred hunters dying in front of him on the spot, and God knows how terrifying that number would have risen if he had hesitated for a moment.

"Everybody...... It's just dead. Feng Chen didn't know if he was talking to himself or to Naziqi.

After saying a word, the boy seemed to have lost all his strength, and the sharp pain in his head, the sharp pain in his arm, the sense of emptiness and weakness of the senses, and the complex emotions in his heart that he couldn't say what were surging together, all of them hit the frail body of this fifteen-year-old boy. Feng Chen's feet softened, and he sat on the ground, his mouth half-open, and he gulped in the few fresh air in the swamp at the moment.

The dragon's mouth gurgled, but he couldn't appreciate what this human boy was going through at the moment.

"Why," said the low-headed Feng Chen, who had a low head, after a while, "why am I seeing this?" ”

"I didn't know anything like that would happen across the swamp." Xia Long said helplessly, "But haven't you already done a good job?" Thankfully, you reacted quickly and saved at least seventy percent of the monsters...... And humans. ”

"Naziqi!" A nameless fire rushed into the teenager's mind, "These are not boring number games, they are all my seniors and companions!" They fell in front of me, how can I shirk this responsibility! ”

"But haven't you done your best?" Gu Long was puzzled, "In that case, even I wouldn't have done better. Under the attack of the strong, there will always be people who will lose their lives, at least from the beginning, I never thought that you would save everyone. ”

"So that's why you don't feel anything?" Feng Chen raised his head, with two deep tears in the corners of his eyes, and shouted hysterically, "Just because you're an ancient dragon, right?" You don't really die, and you certainly don't experience what it feels like. If that's the case, then why did I do it in the first place? It would be easier for you to absorb all the toxins yourself and kill yourself! ”

Nazqi opened its mouth, trying to justify it - the life cycle of the ancient dragon species was not simply resurrected from the dead, and the existence of the Xia dragon itself was an important part of the ecological balance in the swamp - but the monster was silent. In the spiritual connection, Nazqi didn't feel too much blame from Feng Chen, but the young man didn't know how to resolve the pain and self-blame in his heart, and he was losing his temper indiscriminately.

But the reality does not allow the trainees to continue to be willful, the monsters are at war, and the speed of death is much faster than if they died naturally in the fog, and the request to recall all the monsters is imminent, and there is not much time left for Seal Dust and Xia Long. Thinking of this, Nazqi stuck out his tongue and wrapped his tongue around the young man's head, raising his face to himself.

"Cheer up, little reptile, we still have work to do, your current state can't convince those hundreds of angry monsters on the battlefield."

Feng Chen was unmoved, and his two eyes stared directly at Xia Long's purple face.

"Listen, while you're playing dead, humans and monsters are falling on that battlefield all the time." Seeing that the only reliance on his plan seemed to be trying to pick and choose, Naziqi's karmic fire also "soared", "You have already watched dozens of companions die in that ghost place, and do you still want more hunters and monsters to die in this senseless war?" ”