Chapter 1299: Reinforcement (Part 2)

Orem felt extremely ridiculous for this. When he thought that he had been troubled by how to deal with this black dragon for a long time, he was a bit ridiculous.
The fact is so simple, as long as it can attract the attention of the black dragon, and then deal with the Principality of the mourning wind, the black dragon will rush to the rescue as soon as possible.
They didn't need to think so much before, as long as they knew that the black dragon would do his best to protect the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, they could easily come up with a way to deal with him.
The Principality of Sorrowful Wind is his "weakness". If he is alone, then he will be invincible-powerful and completely disregarding his life and safety. No one will be afraid of a lifeless lunatic!
However, he had weaknesses, and since he became the Duke of the Windsworn, even before that, after meeting the woman, he had obvious weaknesses, but that weakness was not so weak, at least Not as weak as the current weakness.
As long as he needs to be distracted to take care of the Principality of Sorrowful Winds and protect the fortress, then their chances will come...
The torrent of magic disappeared quickly because there was no magic for too long, and Cervantes flapped his wings and floated in the sky, with blood all over his body.
He gasped and landed on the ground. The black dragon's teeth grinned around and the tip of his nose gently twitched. Seeing this scene, Orem's mouth was hooked.
But seeing that the focus of the Black Dragon is scattered, the line of sight is not focused on a point at all.
Temporarily blind, Orem's lips twitched and the term was silently pronounced. His left index finger flicked silently, and a ghost crawled out of the hole in his chest.
The ghosts of the eyesless gods drifted into the distance, and Orem's eyes were always on the ground at the foot of Cervantes, from time to time he quickly glanced at the eyes of the black dragon.
Not only can he ensure that his eyes are not noticed by the black dragon, but also to observe whether the black dragon is acting.
In addition to temporarily destroying his vision, the Magic Torrent may have destroyed his other senses.
As a giant dragon, in addition to sight, there are other perceptive abilities that together constitute the perceptual system, including but not limited to hearing, smell, and touch.
If the black dragon is acting, then what he most wants to do now is to kill himself...
Orem's thoughts floated up and down in his mind, trying his best to think about the next countermeasures.
Just now that method can only be used against the black dragon once, and can only beat him with a surprise. As long as he has vigilance, it will be useless the second time.
But Orem is willing to believe Xavi, he believes, Xavi will definitely use other methods to weaken the fighting power of the black dragon step by step until they can be killed.
Orem snapped a snap, and instantly changed the position of the ghost. At the next moment, the black dragon appeared in his original position. A horizontal kick swept across the ghost and cut it off. The ghost was also swallowed by the flames, turned into a pinch of ashes in the wailing and fell to the ground, and was soon wet by the rain.
Horrible intuition and perception. Orem, who was watching from a distance, frowned slightly. Although he did not know the power of the black dragon, he even fought him personally, but by this time, the black dragon's perception The system should have suffered great damage.
However, even so, he was able to successfully find the enemy's position and make a violent attack.
At the same time, Cervantes also frowned, looking left and right, his toes gently sliding on the ground, trying to confirm the location of the enemy.
The Arcanist pondered for a moment, and he suddenly found that he didn't seem to learn how to cover up his hostility. Once he shot, he would be noticed by the black dragon.
The thunderous thunder covered the sound of Orem's footsteps. He dropped a magic trap and then moved slowly-as long as he didn't fight the black dragon head-on, he should not be able to find where he was.
The heavy rain poured on the Arcanist's body, and the water droplets slid down the eyelashes to the robe that had been soaked.
He has never been so embarrassed, this is the first time, and hope this is the last time!
Standing not far away, Orem looked at the magic trap on the ground and suddenly coughed.
The sound sounded strangely above the magic trap. After a while, the trap was triggered, and the trembling of the direct soul made the black dragon scream. He covered his head and gritted his teeth.
Almost there, soon...
Orem shifted his position again, and Harvey seemed to have noticed the situation on his side, temporarily halting the attack on the Principality of Winds of Grief.
Although doing so may kill the black dragon faster, they are honestly not sure if the black dragon can now detect the next attack in time and stand up to stop it.
After the first shot, he has become a lot of vigilance, I am afraid that he will not shoot so easily, but their current goal is to kill this black dragon. If he is not killed now, he may give They cause more trouble.
The fortress is a ‘containment’. If the containment is gone, how can they keep this black dragon?
Orem’s phantom remained in place to cast a spell, even though there had been magic fluctuations just now, but Cervantes did not attack immediately, and now he has not moved.
A magic wave came from behind, and another ghost jumped out of the water droplet. Orem no longer restrained it. The undead's complaints about living creatures broke out at once, pointing directly to Cervantes.
The flames suddenly expanded, and the two whips swung in both directions.
wrong selection!
Orem watched with cold eyes, watching his phantom and ghost being torn at the same time, but the magic trap at the foot of the phantom was triggered.
The cold breath climbed the black dragon's throat, as if a hand was just on his neck, and the illusion of death was reflected in his mind, making him momentarily illusory.
Even if he wakes up in time, his heart is planted with the seeds of fear.
Next, he will be more cautious...
"Oreum--" A roar with all fears suddenly sounded in the mind of the Arcanist, and a fist slowly appeared in front of him with black scales.
A furious flame lingered on the fist, which was mixed with a faint air of air, at this time, Orem's subjective time seemed to stop.
His brain turned fast, trying to find a way to break the game-teleport, or flash, as long as he can avoid this punch... can't carry it hard, because no matter what kind of defense can't resist this blow, he is very confident!
Orem immediately understood that the Black Dragon had been acting all the time. He... no, he did lose his perception system, but that should be destroyed by himself, just to make himself feel at ease, otherwise , I simply cannot be so lax.
But in less than 0.1 second, he thought again, since this black dragon is trying to hit a lore, then, does he still have the opportunity to teleport?
"Run!!!!"
The tangled cross sword came first, and before the black dragon's fist fell on Orem, it penetrated the body of the great arcanist, but did not cause any damage to him.
Orem's figure was only slightly fluctuated, and he was stabilized again. His eyes rolled slowly, and more of the fist was included in the scope of his vision by the afterglow of his eyes.
Even the glorious fire didn't have time to make Orem's face feel the burning pain, and the black dragon's fist dragged his body 180 degrees in place, swinging out.
Orem flashed through the air, shooting through the rain curtain that fell from the sky, and the slowly contracted vacuum zone covered the evil eyes that Cervantes cast in the past~EbookFREE.me~Dark golden eyes The stars have never been dusty.
After Orem's spine hit the mage tower, a huge force was transmitted to the limbs, making his muscles tense and his limbs straight.
The Arcanist was embedded in the body of the tower, his body clinging tightly to the mage tower, and the burn marks were printed on his face, but he didn't feel any pain.
The godless eyes looked up to the sky, and until he died, he still couldn't lift the dark clouds over Wisdom.
This is the first time, and the last time!
Feeling the aftershocks under his feet, Cervantes refreshed his chest and breathed deeply, and his face smiled wildly again, "Two remaining..."
Before the words fell, Latina's terrified voice rang in his ears: "Ceth, the astral channel has experienced dramatic time and space fluctuations again!!!"
There was silence between the heavens and the earth, except for the violent thunder and the stormy roar.
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