"Roar-" The savage roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and once again forcibly pulled everyone's eyes back into the air. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The battle for air supremacy has begun as everyone expected.

The red dragon that was being chased seemed to be trying to escape, trying to bypass Deathwing.

But the other party's larger body is undoubtedly a huge obstacle that cannot be avoided.

The pterotic bats on the wings of Deathwing covered the entire horizon of the young red dragon like a wall of land. Give the red dragon a sense of trance that he can't pass without defeating the other party.

A breath of dragon breath came out, and the red dragon, who was a little dazed, seemed to want to burn the winged bat of Deathwing with a breath of fire.

Deathwing's mouth erupted with a contemptuous laugh, a clear mockery. It flapped its wings like snuffing out a tiny flame from a candle, and a single flap of its wings dispelled the dragon's breath.

For the griffon, this larger red dragon is undoubtedly experienced. It's just that in the face of the more sophisticated and sharp Ancient Guardian Dragon, its attacks are as childish as a baby. It breathes dragon breath as it reveals a flaw, and the one closest it is to Deathwing is an easy target.

Deathwing only needs to stretch out his left claw to easily slice through its wings, drastically reducing the opponent's mobility in the air, but unexpectedly, Deathwing chooses to tighten his left claw and shrink it to his chest, instead of seeking a distance, a dragon's tail sweeps, and uses his tail to pump the red dragon away from him.

This movement was too uncoordinated, and if you didn't see it clearly, you would think that his left claw was seriously injured in the previous bloody battle and couldn't move.

Deathwing wasn't hurt, but why did it retreat?

At first, Wen Resa thought she was wrong, but after she looked at it, she realized that Deathwing's attack pattern was indeed very strange.

An ancient dragon that lives almost like a fight, Deathwing attacks with all of his weapons - mouth, tail, wings, left and right legs, and right claws. Except for his left paw.

Deathwing's swift movements like a storm indicate that it is not wounded, but its left claw remains clinging to its body.

It looks like it gives people a sense of incongruity of 'the master bullies the low hand, I let you have one hand'.

Obviously, Deathwing isn't the kind of dragon that has the demeanor of a strong man. This can be seen from the fact that he killed a young dragon in seconds at the beginning.

"Why?" said to herself, "Why would you do that?"

Thinking that Wenressa was complaining about driving the griffin away from the battlefield, Farsted replied loudly, "I'm sorry! this is not a battle that mortals can in, and we can't do anything here but wait for death." You'd better hold on to the griffon's saddle, the first thing to do now is get out of here!"

Get out of here?

And what about Duke?

This sentence pierced Wen Resa in the weakest place in her heart.

"Wait! Where's Duke?" Windresa screamed, shaking the dwarf's shoulders so hard that she didn't know when the tears were flowing, "Falsted, are you ready to abandon you and my companions out of fear?"

Turning his head to see the two lines of tears in Wen Leisha, the dwarf's heart was broken.

"Fear? no! Falsted has never been afraid of death, the problem is, all the people who are still alive are here. It's all at a glance! There's no man of yours anywhere!It's not about cowardice, those who aren't here are dead!They're in ashes, you know!" the dwarf shook his free fist excitedly, his rugged face also stained with tears.

Wenresa was also in a state of agitation, not even noticing the change in the dwarf's address to Duke.

At this moment, the fierce battle in the sky came to an end.

Deathwing seized on the young opponent's mistake and hooked his opponent's head with its longer tail.

The red dragon lost its balance in mid-air all at once.

The huge dragon wings with dark red veins of light in the black instantly surrounded the red dragon, and the sudden popping right claw tore apart the red dragon's bat wings, making the red dragon's nervous attempt to adjust the balance end in failure.

With a sharp pull, the red dragon revealed its defenseless back and neck stretched out as if waiting for the guillotine to fall......

"Fly, quick, quick, quick!" Falsted drove his griffon, "If we don't go, we'll all be doomed!"

The griffon sucked as hard as it could, risking cramps in the next moment, and flew off the battlefield as fast as it could.

Wen Resa twisted her head and stared at the battle behind her.

I saw Deathwing bite the red dragon's neck, and there was a chewing sound immediately.

The sound was heard far away in the night.

The sound of flesh splattering.

The sound of bones shattering.

Everything just sounds so creepy.

Immediately afterward, with the help of dark vision, Wen Resa saw a crimson light rain falling, and the blood spraying wildly on the dragon's neck poured between heaven and earth.

The red dragon twisted his body as hard as he could, trying to escape Deathwing's attacks as best he could. It struggled in vain, and finally, it plummeted from the sky.

The seemingly fierce battle lasted less than two minutes, nay, maybe shorter, not even a minute. In such a short period of time, the two red dragons that were enough to annihilate the entire griffin squadron were brutally killed by Deathwing.

"It's over! it's going to be our turn!" Falsted muttered a little desperately.

Curiously, Deathwing had no intention of chasing the griffons. It just stared at its left paw on its chest, as if there was something inside.

What's it? or who's it!?

Not even the corner of his eye fell on the scattered griffons, and suddenly, the black dragon turned to the boulder dam in the southeast of the wetland and flew away.

As its massive figure quickly disappeared into the Elven Ranger's vision, Wen Resa noticed that its left claw was still folded, as if to protect something precious.

The third sister of the Windranger family finally realizes what is on the claws of Deathwing!

"Duke - Deathwing has captured Duke! Farsted!

The dwarf looked at Wen Resa incredulously, his mouth wide open in over-astonishment, as if it could fit a seven-pounder cannonball.

He swallowed as he determined from the resolute look on Wenresa's face that she really wanted to allow himself to get close to the ancient beast, "I am indeed a brave warrior, my elven lady, but I have to remind you again and again that it is crazy!" (To be continued.) )