Chapter 1285: 1 to 4 (on)

Cervantes is not reckless, and contrary to his performance, his mind is now so calm.
But because of his calm mind, he made this choice!
The arcane empire is an enemy that cannot be underestimated. Even if they send only one army now, and even fight directly with three weak countries, their power cannot be ignored.
Not to mention, I don’t know how many legends there are in that floating city. This is both his home and their home. They moved their home very simply, if the Arcane Empire wanted it. , They can always support.
But behind him, there is no power to mobilize, just to deal with the beast tide in the north has already made the Principality feel more pressure.
The wind of mourning is now enemies on the back of the Principality, and the troops stationed in other fortresses cannot be mobilized at will. Otherwise, if the Arcane Empire has come up with a ‘surprise plan’, it may be able to attack the Principality in one fell swoop, then that would be too funny!
He came this time not only for the sake of ‘testing the truth and reality’, but if he wanted to fight, he would simply retreat the army back.
As long as the northern border has survived the beast tide and solved the remnants of the omniscience eye, they can support it, and before that, they need to withstand the pressure themselves.
In this case, what he has to do now is to defeat the army in front of him, and even the reserve army that is likely to appear will be defeated together.
In the battle between the two armies, the dragons and horses who ran out alone to face the enemy looked silly, but Cervantes had no other way. To solve the current dilemma, he could only do so.
The clean black army boots stepped on the soft ground, stained with splashing muddy water, and the cold strong wind blew the black dragon's cloak over his shoulder.
The cloak was blown and hunted, and the emblem of "Sword and Black Dragon" danced with the wind, and there were many fierce changes.
With a relaxed smile on his lips, Cervantes greeted the army of the Arcane Empire.
But even if he was a single figure, no one dared to despise his existence, because the two black dragon horns above his head and the looming tail behind him had already indicated his identity.
In the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, there is only one "person" of this image-Grand Duke Black Dragon, Cervantes!
His presence even slowed down the progress of the army. Those prominent records were inscribed with the names of the strong one after another, many of them gods, and now, this black dragon is still alive, and all his enemies are dead. Too.
Shortly after the appearance of the black dragon, several people also emerged from the army and stood at the forefront of the queue, opposite the black dragon.
"One, two, three, four..." Cervantes raised his finger and counted softly. "Four legends... trouble!"
Obviously, the Arcane Empire had expected him to stand up from the beginning, that is to say, they were well aware of the Principality's situation today.
They have long understood that there is no reinforcement behind him. In order to deal with the beast tide flowing from the Black Forest, the army is exhausted. Where can there be extra military power to support it?
However, he could not leave here.
He must sit here, because he is the highest power of the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, and after the soul regains its divinity, even Latinia is not enough for him to fight with one hand.
If other legends encounter an arcane empire, they may be defeated, but he will not, at least for now, he is "undefeated"!
Therefore, the arcane empire sent four legends to deal with him. If the arcane empire attacked a small country, only these four legends could capture a country.
The trumpet was blown, and the army of the Arcane Empire suddenly stopped. Only the four legends that came out of the crowd were still striding forward.
One of them walked, sinking into the shadows and disappeared, which made Cervantes frown.
It is not easy for rogues to become ‘legends’. They generally do not easily reveal their identities, which makes it very difficult for them to spread their legends.
Since the appearance of the "Brotherhood", the multiverse has started to consciously limit the spread of the rogue legend, but now there is a legendary rogue in front of him...
After unbuttoning the cufflinks of the military uniform, Cervantes unbuttoned the collar again, tightened the gloves on his hands, and moved his fingers.
The tassels on the shoulders fluttered in the wind, and the sword-shaped badge on the chest reflected the sunlight.
Through the gap between the clouds and the sun, the sun cast a warm glow on the ground, and it was as warm as the smile of the of radiance.
The three people who kept approaching Cervantes pressed on the handle of the weapon, one of them was covered with heavy armor, and the uneven hammer head of the long-handled warhammer exuded the cold.
The other two used long swords, only one was wearing armor, while the other was wearing light armor and only had a martial arts suit, nothing else.
The three men and one dragon kept approaching, but the three men's steps became slower and slower. On the contrary, the black dragon still smiled and walked in the original pace.
Cold sweat oozed from all three of them, and as the distance between them and the black dragon shortened, the more they could feel the great power emanating from the black dragon.
It's as if a mountain is pressing on their hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Even if they are also ‘legends’, the powerful legendary strong can even rival the gods, and they?
The black dragon is the son of "The Wind of Sorrow" and "The Mother of Rotting Moors", and inherits the excellent bloodlines of two powerful legends. The "Sorrow of the Wind" was once captured by the empire and became the "Dragon Vessel Experiment". The only successful body obtained the blood of Golden Dragon.
From the time of birth, this black dragon has obtained a starting point that is difficult for others to reach. However, not only did he not stand still for this, but under the threat of a harsh growth environment, he has become the only Assatom Dragon clan since the Austrian-French War One of the battle masters.
They are masters of sword fighting, masters of shadow, masters of reloading, but they are not qualified to be called ‘masters of battle!’
The enemy is very powerful!
Ding!
Cervantes just flicked his fingers into the air around him, and the clanging sound of Jin Ge came out of the air. The three of them looked at the black dragon with a smile and saw the legendary assassin from An embarrassed appearance in the air.
Juli came from the blade, and the sleeve blade drove the assassin's body back and forth for half a week. The assassin tried to twist his body and tried to stop himself, but the powerful centrifugal force made him unable to control his body.
"Strong power!" Cervantes kicked out with a smile, and the assassin's body flew out. Even if he fell into the shadow before falling to the ground, he couldn't hide his previous mistakes.
The figure suddenly disappeared, and the legendary Jiansheng, who was lightly put into battle, immediately opened his eyes and suddenly pulled his weapon out of the scabbard and swung it forward, but he cut it empty.
A military boot wiped off from under the sword and hit the enemy's chest with accuracy.
Juggernaut’s chest was suddenly kicked out of the depression. The broken ribs squeezed the organs in the chest cavity. The blood vessels in the body were also broken by huge pressure. The severe pain instantly spread to the limbs, and the mouth and nose were not controlled. A cloud of blood sprayed from the ground.
Before the legs of the Juggernaut broke away from the ground, the black dragon's left leg slightly curved, and instantly turned into a dark shadow, kicking all over the enemy's body.
"Quick speed!"
The sound of wind breaking from behind his head roared, Cervantes paused in his left leg, Huo Ran turned and waved his fist, hitting the hammer's face with a punch.
The ground beneath the feet of the two men was torn apart at all times~ EbookFREE.me~ The gust of wind that swept up swept the world, driving the cloak hunting behind the black dragon.
The magic pattern on the armor was suddenly bright, and the heavy warrior sprayed two white gases from the gaps in the mask, and the strength of his body began to climb upward.
"Tough body!" Cervantes laughed "ha" with a wide smile.
Afterwards, the reloaded soldier felt a numb feeling from his palm, and saw that the black dragon suddenly withdrew his arm. Under his unexpected circumstances, his fist burst out again.
His arm was hard to support, and he lifted it up uncontrollably, and then a fist was printed on his chest, flying him out.
Cervantes put his gaze on the last person. Until now, he had not pulled out his weapon, but stood tight with muscles all over his body.
With a dull lip, the Black Dragon looked around and saw that the two who had just been blown out by him and stood up as if nothing had happened, they could only sigh: "Well, warm-up is over!"
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