Chapter 22: Really lost the face of the dragon

　　The knights clenched their reins, and the rifle just handed out. The powerful force formed by the light of will and the fire of life burned through the body of the beast in front of him.
　　 The horse's hissing suddenly sounded, and he lifted his hoof to trample the flesh and blood.
　　 Huff! Huh!
The sound of rapid breathing came from under the warhorse faceguard. Without the owner pulling the reins, the warhorse who had been fighting side by side with the owner for a long time also understood to turn his head. It was like drawing a large circle on this blood-stained land. Opened the horse and trench, and then turned back to prepare for the next charge.
　　 The black dragon flapped its wings and flew at low altitude. All the flying creatures along the way were hit by Cervantes.
Roar--
　　 The pressure released from the vertical pupil swept across the sky, and flying creatures fell to the ground because of the stiff wings and did not listen to the call, becoming a pool of flesh and blood.
With a strong posture, the black dragon landed in the trench and refused to ride the horse. Before the outer edge of the black forest, a huge tail swept through. Many beasts were hit and hit several beasts, and they were rolled and trampled together. Romo.
The two-person black dragon absorbs the energy of free elements in the air, and the stomach is also drawing the elemental energy in the blood of the body, and automatically obtains the [Spell Power] the enhanced effect of the dragon fire breath is sprayed from the mouth of the black dragon, and the cone-shaped flame blooms There was a strong light.
　　 "Aoao!"
　　 The flame ignited the fur of the beast, just like most beasts have fur, this battlefield naturally becomes a sea of ​​fire!
　　 Cervantes, who was once dubbed the wing of death by her maid, waved her two front paws. Animals with flames on her body were continuously shot and flew to nowhere, and then ignited an area.
　　The black dragon was rampant on the battlefield, and all the matte black scales were impregnated with blood, and naturally there was a little trauma.
The fierceness of Cervantes caused the soldiers to start shouting in excitement, as if they were inspired-just as the old duke still stood in front of everyone, their new duke also inherited the tradition of the tragic family, leading the soldiers And stood in front of everyone!
　　 "Wansheng! Wansheng!"
　　 The flag fluttered over the city walls, and the unprecedented martial arts proved Cervantes!
　　 Then, the soldiers from all over the mourning wind are cheering!
　　Zorell looks indifferent, continues to contribute his own strength to the battlefield, joins in singing, communicates the magic net, and condenses the fireball!
　　Fireball! Fireball! Fireball!
Carrying a scorching airflow, the fireball exploded among the beasts, and the sudden flames startled the poor beasts, and then the dragons ran around headlessly, but were seemingly pouring out of the black forest. Stomping.
　　 Cervantes grabbed a tree with his claws and uprooted it, waving a tree with branches like a tail.
　　 The trunk ran across the ground, and a clearly visible ditch was drawn on the ground. The beast's body flew out like a hit ball, fell to the ground, and kept rolling.
In the process of falling and rolling, many panic beasts were killed, causing many beasts to whimper and stop, but they were knocked to the ground by various animals that followed, and stepped on their feet. Did not get up again.
　　 "Gold coins!" There was a flash of struggle in the eyes of Black Dragon, but in the end he chose to obey his heart, "Family!"
　　 "Sad Wind Leader!"
　　 Cervantes flapped his wings and rushed into the Black Forest with anger.
　　 knocked down trees and destroyed the woodland. Once again, the dragon breath completely ignited these ‘flammables’, but there is no forest fire in this world.
　　 The kobold shaman felt the approach of the powerful individual, and picked up a staff made of humanoid skulls and leg bones, and yelled.
　　 An ogre warrior smashed a wild goblin's head and stuffed his body in his mouth. Then the wild goblins shouted at the ogre warrior.
　　The kobold shaman saw this scene, and ran to use a wand to knock on a head of the ogre shaman. The ogre shaman threw a stone at hand on the head of the ogre warrior and made him quiet.
"Roar--"
　　 When the roar of the dragon sounded, Cervantes had already appeared in front of these humanoid creatures. The troll immediately picked up the spear that was behind him, but was shot aside by the black dragon with his claws.
　　 The kobold shaman, who was still "very brave", immediately dropped his staff and knelt down, trying to communicate with the "Black Dragon Lord" in Dragon language, and begged Cervantes to let him and his ethnic group make a living.
　　 The blue-skinned ogres bravely picked up the wooden stick and rushed up. The great power was transmitted from the wooden stick to the skin of Cervantes. The pain that had not been felt for a long time stimulated the nerve of the black dragon again.
　　 Cervantes' eyes were red, one paw was waving, and the sharp claws pulled out several extremely deep wounds on the body of this large humanoid. Then he turned and flicked his tail, clearing the humanoids and trees around him.
　　 Humanoid creatures driving away the beasts were photographed and flew. After the beasts lost control, they were so frightened by the flesh and blood grinding plate in front of them. They dared not move on any further and turned around and fled deep into the forest.
　　The kobold and the wild goblin fled the wind, and ogres and trolls would not ignore the betrayal of ‘allies’ because they never had trust between them, so why not be disappointed?
　　 "Aoao!"
　　 The troll was walking around Cervantes with a stone spear and a wooden spear, and the ogre walked over with a heavy body.
　　 The huge figure became a burden. Cervantes never stuck to the appearance, and changed into a human figure under the eyes of everyone.
The troll exclaimed, the ogres froze for a moment, and then cheered one after another. Their poor wisdom couldn't understand how this two-legged beast appeared here. The big one was big enough to kill the tribe. Where have the beasts gone for a few days, they only know that the two-legged beasts are very weak, and they all appear in piles. As long as there is a two-legged beast here, there will be more two-legged beasts nearby.
　　The ogre cheered for the food. The troll slowly walked with his spear, but Cervantes grinned and smiled.
　　 disappeared in place instantly, and appeared in front of an ogre at once, with some doubts on the ogre's face, and then he was hit with a punch.
"what!"
　　 A troll threw a spear, but when the spear was inserted into the trunk, Cervantes also appeared in another place.
Cervantes once learned how to use the "qi" in the body with a monk. For the Assatom world, the profession of monk is a foreign product. Even now, UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com Asa There are not many monks in the Tom world, and even fewer monks willing to teach a black dragon.
　　 Cervantes can't learn spells, it's not that he can't communicate with the magic web, but he can't learn to construct complicated spells.
　　Like many five-colored dragons, his mother seldom cares about him. When he is five years old, he will basically not find him food anymore, and he can only hunt by himself if he wants to eat.
　　 The bad memories of his childhood made him extra hard to fight. Unlike most cousins ​​who had passed, Cervantes became a master of battle.
　　Every part of the dragon's body is a natural weapon, as is the tempered human body. Cervantes has a natural advantage in this regard.
　　 So there appeared a humanoid black dragon chasing down a group of running ogres and trolls.
The human-shaped black dragon is too agile, not to mention the powerful but heavy ogres, even the trolls are difficult to hit. In this invincible situation, in addition to the ogres with lack of roots in the brain , Nothing will stay here.
　　 The same is true of ogres. After seeing this biped kill many of its kind, even if their brains are as poor as they, they can understand how to write the word ‘run away’...forget, they cannot understand!
　　 The beast ran back to the Black Forest. The knight dismounted and took off his helmet, revealing his tired face.
　　 They commemorate their comrades who died in battle, there are knights who unfortunately fell horses, soldiers who were trampled by beasts, and there are also resistance adventurers and mercenaries on the front line.
　　 Maybe they didn’t know the names of their companions until they died, but they did give their lives for the tragic leader, and they deserve to be praised.
　　 After the nostalgia was over, cheers were greeted. Those who survived shouted the name of the new Duke, while Zorell clenched his fists without saying a word.