The fury in his heart turned into a real flame, gushing out from the gaps between the scales of Cervantes's body, roaring and breathing in flames, cone-shaped flames engulfing everything that stood in front of him.

A bite of dragon breath killed all the low-level undead first, and even the necromancer who spoke was lucky enough to survive because of his proximity to the fragment of the Frost Giant's eyeball, which inevitably made him despair, and fear almost made his heart beat again after a short period of time.

But that's about it!

The snow was falling heavily, but a few drops of snow suddenly splashed behind him, and with the force of the wind, a heavy sword appeared behind Cervantes with his master.

The warrior wore a pure white mask on his face, and there was nothing but two eyeholes.

He stared at the black dragon's broad back, his eyes were full of solemnity, his eyes couldn't help but tremble, and his hands clutched the hilt of the sword tightly, for fear that the heavy sword would come out.

The blade of the sword cut through the water droplets that splashed into the air, and the water droplets immediately bloomed, but suddenly the fire rose sharply and evaporated instantly!

Cervantes let out a low roar that accelerated the flow of blood in his body, and he kicked the ground with the forefoot of his right leg, and his body spun backwards for half a circle.

Bang!

The sudden swing of the dragon's wings unleashed the heavy sword in the warrior's hand, causing his eyes to widen, but then his eyes went dark, and the huge head was already grabbed by Cervantes's right foot and poured into the ground along with his body.

At this moment, the shadows under the feet of the two suddenly boiled, and two black shadows burst out from the shadow of the black dragon, and the cold light on the dagger in his hand flickered, stabbing straight towards Cervantes's flank.

Cervantes was on guard, flicking one of the wanderers with a flick of the dragon's tail, while the other broke through the hard scales covering the black dragon's body and successfully sent the sharp dagger into his body.

"Whew!"

The wanderer's attention was all on the dagger, but at this time, there was a sudden sneer in his ears, his heart began to beat wildly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and even wanted to let go of the dagger and flee immediately, but blood spurted out!

The scorching blood, as high as a flame, gushed out along the blood trough, instantly ignited the wanderer's right hand, and a splash of blood flew towards the wanderer's eyes, and he only had time to close his eyelids, and then a burning pain came from his eyes, brain, and even his skull, causing him to scream loudly: "Eyes—my eyes !!"

Grabbing the wanderer's head with his left hand, Cervantes grinned sideways, his fingers slowly tightened.

The reappearance of the vanished Sword Saint and the Warrior Monk, together with the two wanderers and the warriors who were trampled under his feet, just formed a team that could kill the 'Mage', and it could even be said that it was the 'Mage Buster'!

The warrior monk slashed at the head with a long stick, and the swordmaster, one long and one short, swung at Cervantes' right leg in order to save his companion.

Cervantes narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of sarcasm, and let the long stick hit his head, and the short sword cut through the hamstring of his right leg, and at the same time he used force in his hands and feet, crushing the head of the wanderer, and flattening the warrior's head.

The force on the long stick blasted into his brain, and it was instantly detonated, Cervantes's eyes bulged, his head suddenly dizzy, and blood gushed out of his nose.

The warrior monk roared angrily, and the long stick in his hand swirled in the air for half a circle, hitting the chest of the humanoid black dragon in front of him.

Juggernaut took advantage of this time to cut off the warrior's head with a short sword, and used the long sword to pick the rest of his body into the distance.

Blood gushed out from the place where the severed head was, but the body that was not yet dead fell to the ground in a somersault in the air, and with a slap of the pendant hanging from his waist, the turquoise gem suddenly shattered, turning into a point of light and floating into the warrior's body, and the bones and flesh on the back of the neck grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, regenerating a head.

The warrior had a resolute countenance, his eyes snapped open, he let out a roar of rage, and charged forward with his sword raised.

The Juggernaut picked at the warrior's body, but it was too late to dodge, only to see that the thick tail quickly enlarged in his vision, and he was shot out.

At the same time, Cervantes grabbed the long stick, his eyes refocused, and the hideous look on his face did not fade for half a minute.

"A ......," he whispered, and no one knew how much anger lay beneath the soft voice.

A punch that had been gathering momentum for a long time burst out, and the black dragon in a fit of rage used this punch to break through the sound barrier, and the shock wave rippled out with his right arm, the flames wrapped around his forearm, but they were far from keeping up with the speed of his punch, and the flames danced wildly behind him as the wind blew.

The warrior monk's heart was beating wildly, and he immediately let go of the long stick, and kicked the ground with both legs, jumping backwards, but he couldn't escape the black dragon's attack range.

So he crossed his arms in front of his chest, curled up, closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth—

"Roar!!

Cervantes' clenched fists slammed into the monk's arms, and in the blink of an eye, the monk's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes.

In front of him, a vacuum channel was rapidly being bridged, and air and magic were constantly filling this channel, as if in this moment, the world had cracked a terrifying gap.

“...... Two!" a creepy voice poured out of the black dragon's throat, and an excited smile still hung on his face.

In the face of such an enemy, the warriors were already terrified, but they couldn't escape - facing a black dragon, and there was a 'forbidden demon enchantment' around it, how could they escape?!

"Ah!!h

The warrior roared, swung his sword, and slashed at the black dragon's head.

Cervantes sideways and threw a punch.

The raging wind and snow were not as fierce as him at this moment, the flames lingered on the fist, the muscles under the scales tensed, the anger in his eyes was thin, and he roared in his mouth: "Three !!"

The warrior's sword missed, the heavy sword paused in the air, changed his stance in an instant, stepped on his feet, and slashed away.

"Run—"

Just a syllable came out of the warrior's mouth, and the Juggernaut and the rest of the wanderer already understood what he wanted to say, and without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest nostalgia, they turned their backs to the battlefield and fled immediately.

How do I escape?

One person breaks off, and then the others flee, only in this way will they be able to preserve enough strength!

The warrior roared, his sword slashing firmly into Cervantes' arm, and he rolled to the side, dodging the dragon's deadly attack and continuing his assault on the mighty, legendary black dragon.

Attack! Attack! Attack!!

Only by constantly attacking, only in this way, will he be able to stall for time and allow his companions to escape!

His eyes glared at the humanoid black dragon in front of him, and the warrior gritted his teeth and swung his heavy sword again.

But Cervantes seized an opportunity and pinched the blade of the heavy sword with his fingers, how could a mere human be compared to a legendary dragon?

The warrior let go of the hilt, dodged the heavy sword thrown by the black dragon, drew the spare short sword, and lunged forward.

Cervantes raised his hand against his dagger and let it penetrate one of his palms, the other pinching the warrior's head again.

"Respectable enemy......" he said through gritted teeth, his five fingers slowly tightened, and the warrior's other hand kept attacking him, pushing the dagger stuck in his waist into his body completely.

"But, I still want to die!"

The great head in front of him suddenly shattered, but the body still had vitality, and according to the last order left by the consciousness, it entangled the black dragon with a series of attacks.

Cervantes laughed maniacally and pulled out the warrior's heart and crushed it.

At this point, the warrior's body was completely dead.

He turned around and looked at the two transcendents who had fled separately, feeling the blood vessels in his brain beating wildly.

The vicious black dragon laughed madly and raised his head to the sky and roared: "You-"

"Where do you want to escape?!"