Chapter 485: Missing Duke (100 September ticket plus more)

"Roar" resounded through the barbaric roar of the world, forcibly pulling everyone's attention back into the air.
The battle for air supremacy has begun as everyone expected.
The red dragon that was caught up seemed to be trying to escape, it tried to bypass Deathwing from the side.
But the opponent's larger body is undoubtedly a huge obstacle that cannot be avoided.
The winged bat on the wings of Deathwing is like a city wall, covering the entire horizon of the young red dragon. Give Red Dragon a sense of inability to pass without defeating the opponent.
A bit of dragon breath came out, and the red dragon, a little dazed, seemed to want to use Spitfire to burn the wings of Deathwing.
The scornful laughter in Deathwing's mouth was already a clear mockery. It flapped its wings, like extinguishing a tiny flame on a candle, and only a vigorous flapping of the wings dispelled the dragon's breath.
For the griffins, this larger red dragon is undoubtedly experienced. But in the face of the more old-fashioned guardian dragon of ancient times, its attack was naive like a baby. It spurted dragon breath while revealing flaws, and its wing closest to Deathwing was easily the target of attack.
Originally, Deathwing only needed to extend its left claw to easily cut its wings, which greatly reduced the opponent's motive power in the air. Unexpectedly, Deathwing chose to tighten its left claw and retract it to the chest. Instead, he moved closer and closer, and a dragon tail swept across, pulling his tail toward the red dragon to keep him away.
This action was too uncoordinated. If he didn't see it clearly, he thought that his left paw had been seriously injured in the blood battle before and could not move.
Deathwing was not injured, but why did it retreat?
At first, Winda thought she had read it wrong, but after looking down, she found that Deathwing's attack mode was indeed very strange.
As an ancient dragon that almost survives in battle, Deathwing uses all its weapons, mouth, tail, wings, left and right legs, and right claws to attack. Except for his left paw.
Deathwing's agile movements indicate that it is not injured, but its left paw is always close to its body.
咋 It seems that it gives people a sense of incongruity, ‘master bully, dwarf, let me have one hand’.
Obviously, Deathwing is not the kind of dragon with strong style. This can be seen from the moment he kicked off a young dragon.
"Why?" Windsor said to herself, "Why do you do this?"
Falstead thought that Windsor was complaining that he was driving a gryphon away from the battlefield, and he replied loudly, "Sorry! This is not a battle that mortals can get involved in. We can't do anything but wait for death. Lady Elf! You better grab the griffin's saddle, the first thing to do now is to get out of here! "
Leave here?
What about Duke?
This sentence deeply pierced the weakest part in Winda's heart.
"No! Wait! Where's Duke! Where is Duke?" Winda screamed loudly. She shook the dwarf's shoulders vigorously. She didn't know when the tears came: "Far Stade, are you prepared to abandon you and my companion because of fear? "
Turning his head to see the two lines of tears from Winreza, the dwarf's heart was broken.
"Fear? No! Falstad has never been afraid of death. The problem is, those who are still alive are here. You can see it at a glance! There are no men around you! This has nothing to do with weakness, people who are not here Dead! They are ashes, you know! "The dwarf waved his fist excitedly, and his rough face also had tear marks.
Winessa was also excited, and she didn't even notice the change in Dwarf's appellation to Duke.
Just then, the fierce battle in the sky came to an end.
Deathwing caught the mistake of this immature opponent and caught its opponent's head with its longer tail.
The red dragon suddenly lost balance in mid-air.
The huge dragon wings with dark red light veins surrounded the red dragon in an instant, and the suddenly popped right claw ripped off the red dragon's bat wings, making the red dragon's efforts to adjust the balance under tension nervously end in failure.
Under the shudder, the red dragon showed an unsuspecting spine and a neck that stretched out as if waiting for the decapitation trowel to fall ...
"Fly up, fast! Fast! Fast!" Farsted drove his griffin: "If we don't leave, we're all done!"
The griffin tried its best to suckle milk, risking a cramp at the next instant, and flew away from the battlefield at its fastest speed.
Windysha twisted her head and stared at the situation behind her.
When I saw Deathwing biting Red Dragon's neck, there was a chewing sound.
The sound came out in the dark.
The sound of flesh splatter.
The sound of broken bones.
Everything sounds so creepy.
Immediately after with the help of Dark Vision, Windsor saw a crimson rain falling, and the blood spurting from the dragon's neck was poured between the heavens and the earth.
Red Dragon twisted his body hard, trying his best to escape the attack of Deathwing. It was so desperately struggling in vain, and in the end it fell suddenly from the air.
The seemingly fierce battle lasted less than two minutes, no, maybe shorter, not even a minute. It was in such a short period of time that it was enough to destroy the two Red Dragons of the Griffin Squadron and was killed by Deathwing effortlessly.
"It's over! It's our turn!" Falsted murmured in despair.
It is strange that Deathwing has no intention of chasing these griffins. It just stared at the left paw on its chest as if there was something in it.
what? Or who is it! ?
Even the light in the corner of his eyes never fell on the griffins that were scattered, suddenly, the black dragon turned to the boulder dam in the southeast of the wetland and flew away.
When its huge figure quickly disappeared into the vision of the Elven Ranger, Windysa noticed that her left paw was still closed, as if protecting something precious.
The three sisters of Windrunner's family finally realized what was on the claws of Deathwing!
"Duke Deathwing captured Duke! Falstad! We must catch up with it!"
The dwarf looked at Windsor inconceivably, his mouth wide open with over-surprise, as if he could fit a seven-pound cannonball.
When he determined from the determined expression on Windsor's face that she really wanted to get close to the ancient beast, he swallowed: "I am indeed a brave soldier, my elf lady, But I have to remind you again and again that this is crazy! "(To be continued.)