The afternoon sun shines on the grass through dense trees. There are a lot of rocks in the middle of the grass, among which three young two-legged flying dragons, nearly one meter long, are sleeping soundly.

A loud huh, awakening the three little flying dragons. They climbed to the edge of the pile of rocks excitedly, hooked the stones with their claws on their wings, stretched their necks with all their might, and opened their mouths half a foot long. Although they were young, their sharp teeth since their birth were still terrifying.

A four-meter-long adult two-legged flying dragon flew back through the woods. It grabbed a fat wild boar on its powerful hind paws. It circled around the pile of stones and threw the wild boar down. The three little dragons immediately rushed up and started to bite it.

The adult two-legged flying dragon hovered twice, and always felt that the number of the little dragon was smaller. It suddenly saw a young two-legged flying dragon lying beside the pile of rocks. The little dragon's neck was cut open, and blue blood flowed all over the ground. The adult two-legged flying dragon let out a sad roar and landed on the ground. It sniffed the surrounding ground carefully, suddenly raised its head to the sky, and screamed shrillly, and the screams echoed throughout the valley.

After a while, the sound of wings kept ringing, and one two-legged flying dragon after another flew from everywhere. They sniffed the dead little two-legged flying dragon for a long time, then rushed into the sky and flew away in all directions. The adult two-legged flying dragon kept chirping shrillly until the last two-legged flying dragon flew away, and then fluttered up, hovering around in the air for a while, and chose a direction to fly away.

At this time, the three little flying dragons whose eyes had not yet opened had gnawed half of the wild boar, retracted back to the pile of rocks, and were ready to have a good sleep.

In the shadow of the forest, two figures moved extremely quickly in the forest. They held long swords painted in green, and would stop from time to time to check the surrounding environment and the ground, and then move forward.

The older one came to a big tree and carefully observed the thick trunk. Finally, he found a faint scratch. He looked at the ground around the big tree, closed his eyes and sniffed in the air for a long time.

Another young man came over and asked in a low voice, "Hey! Old John, have you found anything?"

Old John opened his eyes and said, "Fas, you are still so anxious! This is not a performance that a jungle parade should have!" After that, he pointed to the left with certainty and said, "He should have just left in this direction."

Fas hurriedly carved several magic signs on a big tree next to him, then put his hand on and began to murmur the spell. Several green lights emanated from his hands, circled around for a few times, and sank into the trunk. The magic symbols also lit up, and then disappeared into the trunk after a while.

Fas clapped his hands and said proudly: "Old John, look, my spell casting speed is a little faster? Actually, is a level ten magician worth so cautious? In the forest, who is the opponent of our jungle parade? My magic arrow Fas is not called for nothing. When we catch up with him, let him try the taste of my Seven Snake Arrow."

Old John frowned and said, "Fass, don't you feel it? The forest has not been very calm these days, and the wind is full of tyrannical aura. Especially just now, this aura seems to have become stronger! Let's be careful."

Fas smiled and said, "Even if there are any magical monsters in this forest, we two level 12 jungle parades, can't we run away? Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and complete this task early and get rid of it early. Two hundred gold coins are enough for us to live a comfortable life for three years!"

As he was speaking, a small drop of water fell from the sky and landed on Fass' neck. He didn't care and wiped it off casually. As he turned his head, Fas saw Old John staring at his neck intently. He asked strangely: "Hey, Old John, what's wrong with you?"

Old John didn't say a word, looked upwards, and quickly climbed up the tree.

Fas was surprised. He suddenly realized that his palm was blue! He put his hand close to his nose, sniffed the smell, and exclaimed: "It's a flying dragon with both feet!"

Old John had already jumped down from the ground, holding a corpse of a young flying dragon in his hand, with a blue face. He said hurriedly: "Escape quickly! This is a trap!"

Fas instantly woke up. The two-legged flying dragon is a monster that likes to live in groups. It is fierce by nature, has infinite power, and has quick action and low intelligence. It is definitely a very dangerous monster. Judging from the corpse brought up by Old John, there is still a poisonous short-tailed dragon! If the two-legged flying dragon is injured, the whole clan will often send a search for the murderer. The extremely developed sense of smell allows them to easily track the whereabouts of the invaders.

The corpse of the young two-legged flying dragon in front of me was just right here. Who would be so immoral except for the fat pig?

Fas cursed, and did not dare to stop, so he quickly ran away with Old John.

A strong wind came from behind the two of them! The jungle parade's quick reaction was famous, and the two quickly leaned on the ground and rolled toward both sides.

With a scream, a huge two-legged flying dragon, five meters long, almost swept across the ground. The two powerful hind paws plowed out two deep grooves on the ground. The fishy smell in their mouths made both of them slightly dizzy.

Fas quickly turned over and half knelt on the ground, threw down the sword in his hand, picked the bow and put on the arrow, and in a blink of an eye, three arrows shot out! The flying dragon on both feet was too huge and had no way to dodge. These three arrows were shot firmly on its left wing. A cold air emanated from the arrow, forming an ice flower about a foot of radius.

Fas knew that this short-tailed flying dragon was highly toxic, and most poisonous creatures must have good anti-venom. So he did not take out his proud Seven Snake Arrow, but instead used ice arrows, hoping to reduce the movement power of this huge but very agile monster. As a result, he achieved success with one blow.

The flying dragon flapped its wings a few times, and finally fell to the ground crookedly. Seeing the opportunity, Old John quickly rushed on and stabbed the back of the two-legged flying dragon's neck with a sword. The flying dragon turned its head and bit it like lightning! The huge mouth of one and a half feet long bited Old John's sword, raised his head and threw him away.

A long black arrow hit again, this time it blinded one of the eyes of the flying dragon on both feet. It was extremely painful and then a scream rang out in the distance and quickly approached here.

"It's a group of two-legged flying dragons!" Old John's face changed drastically. While the two-legged flying dragon was still struggling, he drew out a short sword, fitted and rushed forward, shouting: "Fass! Escape quickly! Remember to take good care of Mary and Little Lannie for me!"

Fas hesitated for a moment, and in this moment, the flying dragon on both feet hit Old John's sword, but also bit his left arm. With a huge mouth closed, it bit an arm down with Old John's scream!

Fas' eyes were filled with tears, gritted his teeth and turned around, sprinkled a piece of gray powder that could cover up his breath, and quickly hid into the forest.

Below a cliff, there was a small shed, which was well disguised by leaves and vines. There was a small fire pit in the middle of the shed, and the pit was burning with magic flames without a trace of smoke. A stone pot was mounted on the fire, cooking a pot of dark purple liquid, and from time to time, a few mushrooms were turned up. Roger sat in front of the can, carefully holding the poison glands of four bipedal dragons stained with blue blood. He did not dare to squeeze directly, but used his mental power to pierce several small holes, and dripping blue and black venom dripped into the can.

These four poison glands were taken from the young short-tailed flying dragon. The younger the short-tailed flying dragon, the stronger the toxicity. This gives the two-legged flying dragon with low fertility a greater chance of surviving.

Roger silently calculated the time and put more than a dozen wooden arrows about feet long and the thickness of his fingers into the jar to cook. When the sun was about to set, these wooden arrows were ready and turned into dark blue. He carefully took out the wooden arrows and lined up in a row. The silver light in Roger's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the wooden arrows floated into the air one by one, and then the wood powder fell like rain, and one extremely small magic symbol after another was engraved on the arrow with his spiritual power.

He muttered something, and a bright red light flashed, and the wooden arrows turned into strange bright purple, falling to the ground one after another. Three arrows exploded into pieces of wood chips in the air. Rog counted and made a total of eleven magic arrows. In any case, he was also a direct disciple of Firth, and the method of refining some basic magic equipment was quite successful. The recipe for refining poisons learned from Froya is also very effective. Now, they are all used.

The venom of the two-legged flying dragon can directly act on the victim's heart and stop it from beating in an instant. Those flying star demon mushrooms can neutralize the effect of the sacred magic. This means that the effect of the detoxification magic will be greatly weakened unless the antidote potion is directly drunk. Finally, the small wooden arrow is attached to the small wooden arrow, which can accelerate and track three magics. Unfortunately, the wooden arrow itself is not well-made and has poor lethality. Fortunately, these arrows can be fatal if they pierce a little skin.

If these arrows were sold on the God of War Hammer, they would have to be sold for eighty gold coins, right? Rogue instinctively estimated the price.

He then smiled bitterly. It was impossible for him to escape without placing the Hammer of the God of War. He just hopes that the brothers will be flexible and draw a clear line with him in time to get rid of the trouble as soon as possible.

"But," Roger thought proudly, "With my ability, where can I go like a fish in water? Humph! The world is as dark as a crow, and I believe the world's profiteers are the same. As long as you avoid the pursuit of those bastards in the church, I am a hero again! When I am rich and powerful, your grandmother's, this revenge must be avenged! This revenge..."

Rogge, who was forced to fight, suddenly remembered the pope and couldn't help but fight another cold war. He knew in his heart that with the pope's unfathomable strength, he might not be expected to defeat him in his life. I wonder if Rodriguez fights the pope alone, the result will be a victory or a loss? But this necromancer did not have the chance to fight the pope alone, but ran away for four hundred years under the pursuit of the church!

It can be seen that personal strength is one aspect. If you want to plot against the church, it is essential for someone to have money. Rogge thought viciously. He had already secretly vowed to kill all the people in the church. If a sinister villain acted ruthlessly, his persistence would be quite strong for thousands of years.

He walked out of this small shed that was temporarily hiding, looked at more than a dozen bipedal dragons that kept flying up and down in the forest in the distance, and smiled. No matter who you are, it must be no good end to get involved in such a large group of bipedal dragons, right? But this dog in the water still needs to be beaten. Now Rogic is short of equipment!

The restlessness of the two-legged flying dragon quickly subsided, and more than ten flying dragons began to fly towards the nest. Roger frowned. After all, he made a hard arrangement. Could it be that he had not faced the squadron's pursuit soldiers? Even the vanguard of the dozen people would not be so bad? These two-legged flying dragons alone could not do anything to Karayang, but his subordinates would definitely be hurt a lot. But what's going on now? It seems that the two-legged flying dragons easily killed the enemy.

Rogge put away his magic arrow and quietly covered the battlefield that had just calmed down.

Under an ancient tree, Fas slumped on the ground, gasping for breath. He carefully uncovered his shirt, and a deep wound half a foot long exposed. Fas found the wound medicine and applied it to the wound, and drank another bottle of antidote. After doing this, he was so painful that his face was covered in sweat and his body was weak.

He cursed in a low voice, how could a two-legged flying dragon be the opponent of a high-level jungle parade like him? If Zhang Huang had not escaped, he would not have been caught by a two-legged flying dragon.

He had just treated his wounds, but a light gray magic ball of light flew from the bushes and hit him. A sensation of paralysis quickly spread throughout his body.

Fas was very calm. He was also a veteran. He knew that under his superb magic resistance, this paralysis technique would not take too long, but he still pretended to be panicked.

At this time, a fat man on the opposite side walked over and drove away the bushes. It was Roger who had been following for several days. However, what Fas did not expect was that Roger's experience in the jungle was not too bad, and what he did was nothing to do with the noble's sanity and elegance.

Roger took out a vine and tied Fass upright. Then he tied his feet and hung them upside down on the tree, making his head about one meter away from the ground, just in time for Roger to sit down and ask comfortably. After doing this, Roger leaned against the tree and took out a rough crossbow and pointed it at Fass. Although the crossbow was a little broken, a short arrow shining with purple-black light on it made Fass tremble. He even smelled a familiar smell...

"You attracted those two-legged flying dragons!? You despicable pig! Do you know that you killed Old John?" Fas was furious and his face turned red.

Roger picked up a vine and whipped it heavily between Fas' legs. With just a moment, he left no sound and couldn't even breathe in. Roger raised the vine high again, scaring Fas's face so purple that he barely shouted and begged for mercy. Roger just pretended that he didn't hear it, and then whipped it hard!

Papa! He whipped more than a dozen times in a row, then stopped to take a breath. The resentment accumulated over the past few days had dissipated a lot. Looking at the Fas, he fainted from the pain, and the flesh and blood were blurred between his legs, but Rog carefully avoided his important guy. Keeping this thing can also leave some hope for Fas so that he would not be able to ask for anything.

Roger recited a small spell, and a piece of cold water with ice poured on Fas's wound. Fas screamed and woke up again.

"Now, have you ordered it? These are just small appetizing desserts just now. The main meal has not started yet!" Roger looked at Fas with a sinister smile, and poked his life with the rattan in his hand.

"You demon! You are not a noble at all! You are not a knight! Despicable! Tell you, I am a senior member of the 'Green Brothers'! 'Arrow' Fas! Many people in the Brotherhood know me! If you kill me, you will be enemies with tens of thousands of jungle rangers, rangers and even Druids! I advise you to let me go, so that if you are captured by the church in the future, I can still ask for love for you and spare your life!" Fas said, and became a little arrogant again.

Roger smiled sinisterly, and another whip whip at Fas's wound, and Fas immediately screamed.

"My patience is not good, so you'd better answer my question honestly. No matter what kind of magic arrow or fairy bow you used to be, you're just an upside down man now. Maybe the next time I'll turn my hand and get rid of your guy may not necessarily be the one who will get rid of you. At that time, even if I let you go, you will never have a chance with a woman in your life."

"You demon! I...I said..." Fas surrendered in front of Roger's tyranny.

"Very good! I said it earlier, so I don't have to suffer so much, right? Now let me tell me how you passed the information about me to the group of people behind me? Don't play any tricks!" Roger intended to dance with a whip in front of him.

Fas honestly called out all the magic and information that communicated with the rear. During this period, he fainted twice during the pain, and was awakened by Roger with ice water. Roger repeatedly questioned some details, and often jumped back to the beginning, asking Fas to re-narrate it. It was not until he asked seven or eight times and there was no error in the details that Roger was relieved of Fas' confession.

Roger asked a very interesting thing from Fas, that it seemed that chasing himself was not the only purpose of the church pursuers. According to Fas, another task of the pursuers was related to the elves hidden in the central mountains. What is the specific content of this task is not something that the little figure Fas could not know. Fas only knew that there was an ancient parchment in Krisma's hand related to the elves hidden in the forest.

Rogge suddenly realized. No wonder the Doomsday Judgment Team actually dispatched two of the three giants to hunt down his insignificant little man. It turned out that it had another purpose. Rogge smiled coldly and thought gloomyly: "Although I can't deal with you, I still have the ability to use bad things for you and pull my back! Let's take a look!"

Finally, Roger asked in detail about the strength, number, occupation and level of the pursuers, and then the torture ended.

Rog put Fas down, but took away his magic leather armor and all his weapons, scrolls and potions. In addition to being seriously injured, Fas doubted whether he could still walk out of this forest with bare hands. But at this moment, he finally saved his life and could still take care of so much? It would be better to leave the demon as soon as possible.

He barely walked more than ten steps away, and suddenly heard a light sound of a bowstring behind him. Then his vest hurt slightly and the wound immediately became numb. "Despicable! You promised to let me go..." He wanted to shout, but the sound stopped in his throat and couldn't be heard.

Fas fell head-on, twitched twice, and stopped moving.

Roger just counted to fifteen.

The fat man nodded, very satisfied with the power of his poisonous arrows. He died in fifteen seconds! Unless the person who was shot immediately drank the magical and antidote medicine, he would definitely die if he hesitated! Having said that, I heard that there are still many Light Mages in the hunter team. When they find that the detoxification magic fails, the person who was shot in the arrow is probably dead.

The community of two-legged flying dragons has to be used well. It is a pity to not use this powerful and simple-minded monster.

For Karayan, the pursuit trip suddenly became less smooth. Roger obviously found that the pursuers behind him were already very close, and obviously speeded up the escape.

In two days, Karayang led his team to wipe out a village of goblins. He encountered two attacks from wolves and wade through a swamp with difficulty. Three knights and a law enforcement officer were injured, and one of them was still seriously injured. Karayang had no choice but to have no Light Mage around him, and the primary recovery spell he knew would not have any effect on such serious injuries. He had to send a knight to escort the wounded back to the brigade led by Krisma.

There was also good news during this period. According to the magic information sent back by Fas, he had already shot Roger with an arrow. But Roger was very alert and ran away with the arrow.

Karayang knew very well the power of Fas's five "Seven Snake Arrows". This arrow not only had toxins that could continuously eliminate magic power, but also had a curse effect, which could greatly reduce the success rate of the magician's spell casting. It was simply the nemesis of the magician. It was precisely because of this that the Green Brotherhood sent Fas to participate in this pursuit activity. Roger was able to escape after being shot by an arrow, which made Karayang curse Fas and Old John's uselessness.

After another day without any news, Karayang finally saw the light spot representing Rogue on the "Tian Realm Roulette". He was actually less than fifty kilometers ahead!

Karayang was overjoyed and immediately led the remaining three knights, five law enforcement officers and a jungle parade to chase after him. However, where he could not see, the two knights he sent back had been transformed into corpses forever.

After driving all the way for more than an hour, Karayang was less than ten kilometers away from Rogue. At such a close distance, the specific location of Rogue could no longer be displayed on the Tianjing Roulette.

At this time, the war horse under Karayang suddenly neighed and stood up! Fortunately, Karayang was extremely skilled in martial arts, and he easily pressed the war horse down with a little force on his hand. However, the riding skills of the law enforcement officers under his command were a little worse, and two of them caught off guard and fell off the horse.

At this time, the war horses seemed extremely uneasy, constantly circling, trying desperately to run back. The jungle parader suddenly screamed: "No! We have entered the territory of the two-legged flying dragon!"

The sound of giants flying up in the woods on all sides kept ringing, and sharp chirping echoed around. The jungle parade began to turn pale and shouted: "It's over! This is not a small community. It seems that there are at least forty flying dragons on both feet!" Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, and he was slapped heavily.

Karayang was moving forward and retreating like the wind, and everyone present could not see clearly how he returned to the war horse after the slap.

Karayang snorted coldly and said, "What is the magic beast of the two-legged flying dragon? With me, Karayang, the angel who is in charge of yu, will turn into the dead soul under my sword!"

After saying that, he drew his sword in his hand and chanted a spell in a low voice. After a moment, his sword shone with milky white holy light. Karayang raised his sword and waved it, with him as the center, the milky white holy light dispersed to all sides. All subordinates had a slight white light, and their power and agility increased a lot. As the arrival of the angel, Karayang's special stunt "Group Blessings" was very powerful and extremely practical in group battles.

A shadow flew across the air.

A gust of fishy wind blew, and a huge flying dragon with two feet dived down. Karayang shouted angrily, and the milky white fighting spirit around him rolled endlessly. He soared into the sky, waved his long sword, and a half-moon-shaped sword light flew out, facing the flying dragon with two feet!

Karayang and the two-legged flying dragon crossed the air, and he had another sword with his backhand! Everyone felt a sudden lit up in front of them, just like a lightning flashed out of thin air, and they could no longer see what was happening.

The flying dragon on both feet shook in the air and suddenly became four pieces, with blue blood falling all over the sky!

Among the stars of blue blood beads, Karayang's Dou Qi shone and slowly descended from the sky. Electric fire flashed from time to time on the tip of the long sword, making a sound of trumpet.

Seeing Kara Yang's power so powerful, his subordinates' courage increased immediately. At this time, one two-legged flying dragon after another kept attacking, and the scene gradually became chaotic. Kara Yang's sword was aimed at establishing authority and boosting morale. Now he was surrounded by four or five two-legged flying dragons. Although he kept stabbing his opponents, he was unable to kill them quickly even if he was anxious.

The Holy Knights and the law enforcement officers have also been through the battlefield for a long time and quickly gathered together to form a small square formation. The jungle parade stood in the center of the formation, shooting an arrow at the vital points of the two-legged flying dragon. These people cooperated tacitly and stood firm under the fierce attack of more than ten two-legged flying dragons, waiting for Lord Karayang to resolve the battle and come to help.

For a moment, the forest was like hell, with a stinking smell, and roaring!

The two-legged dragons either flew or jumped, and their huge mouths, which were more than one foot long, were filled with blue saliva, and they blew at the invaders like lightning.

A law enforcement officer suddenly screamed. He was unable to protect himself and was bitten by a particularly huge double-legged flying dragon with a shield and arm, and was dragged out of the square formation alive! Several double-legged flying dragons rushed up and tore him into pieces in a blink of an eye!

Karayang was anxious and angry, but his actions were still steady and ruthless. In a short time, three-headed flying dragons had already died under his sword. He knew that he was too anxious at this time, and it was not fun to be bitten by this huge poisonous monster. His subordinates could hold on, as long as there were another five minutes.
Chapter completed!