Chapter 300: Inheritor

Chapter 300 The Successor
The vibration of the explosion caused the mountain to collapse, and on the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon, there were constantly falling rocks of various sizes.
Roddy seemed to sense what was going on behind him, but the air wave swept through, leaving them no room to look back.
The golden light completely suppressed the sunlight in the sky, as if this land had been ruled by the burning arrogance, and the violent shock wave slammed into the mountains, and the land was cut to pieces.
Everyone ran out from the other end of the gorge in one breath, and there was a loud rumbling behind them. Looking back, I saw that the passage of the gorge had been blocked by countless gravel stones.
"Augustine...he...did he die with them?" Roddy seemed to be taken aback.
Everyone was covered with dust, and it was almost impossible to distinguish their faces. Only Miaosi's head had been buried in Roddy's arms. At this moment, she finally raised her head. Although she was too weak to speak, but Two teardrops came out of the corner of his eyes.
Although Miaosi did not hear Augustine's last words, but with such a violent explosion, plus at this moment, she can no longer feel the breath of Augustine, so surely...
This battle was extremely useless. Originally there were two masters, Ruolan and Old Mark, who had almost reached the paladin level, and Heisha and Old Sith, two magicians who had reached the level of great cultivators. However, he was beaten to disgrace by the opponent. Not only has Heisha and Ruolan completely lost their combat effectiveness, but Old Mark is also seriously injured. If it weren't for Augustine to sacrifice himself in the end, I am afraid that the entire army would really be annihilated here.
Roddy gritted his teeth, looked at everyone, but whispered: "Go!"
Everyone didn't speak, knowing that there was no other choice now. It was the only choice to escape to the beach and get on the boat as soon as possible.
Roddy took a deep look at the old magician. It was clear that this was the territory of the Kingdom of Sauron, and the people of the temple of the brigade could actually get here, so the suspicion of King Sauron would definitely not escape.
And I was too optimistic. The temple was able to rule the mainland for so long. Naturally, there was something for them to be powerful. Most of all, my own team was strong, but in the end, he was defeated.
There are no horses at this moment, and everyone can only walk. Fortunately, there were no chasing soldiers to kill again.
Augustine's self-detonation blocked all the pursuits for them.
On this side of the canyon, a large pit with a radius of tens of meters has appeared on the ground. There are many broken corpses of dragon warriors scattered around. Most of the blood has dried up, and the rest is mixed with the dust. Something red, black and black.
Augustine’s body has disappeared, and his vindictiveness exploded, burning every part of his body. At this moment, even the metal armor was not left, and on the ground, only a broken cross sword was left. !
That sword is a unique sabre sword of the Paladin, and it can be regarded as a rare good sword. At this moment, only half of it is left. The body of the sword is charred and inserted diagonally on the ground.
On the ground next to it, there was a long thin sword inserted. Although the sword remained basically intact, there were also a few more gaps in the blade. It was the accessory that Arslan used.
How unusual is the detonation power of the Paladin? Although this sword is a treasure of the dragon family, it can't stand it.
Although Arslan and Augustine had no bones left, their souls and souls were broken, but the two swords were stuck in the ground tightly, as if they were entangled before their lives.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out gently and took out the thin sword on the ground. This hand is hidden in a set of black robe sleeves from above the wrist, with slender fingers and ten fingertips, gently holding the sword in his hand.
A golden ray of light emerged from this hand and instantly enveloped the sword's edge. This sword made a sound like a dragon's chant, and quickly healed automatically, and the original damaged place quickly became completely new. .
This person seemed to look at the sword with satisfaction and let out a faint sigh!
The sun has been blocked by the dust in the sky, and the entire sky is groggy. This person is standing under the groggy sky, the hem of the black robe is fluttering, revealing a pair of white as jade calves.
"Aarslan, I've said you won't succeed. Alas...it's a pity..." The voice was low and with an indescribable charm, as if with an ancient singing tone.
This guy is the mysterious black man in the temple who has been with Arslan for a long time!
"Aarslan, how beautiful you were when you were alive..." There was a trace of enthusiasm and infatuation in those eyes, but then they dimmed: "Unfortunately, after you died, it was not just a dust. Huh...I really miss your wonderful body..."
This man held a sword in one hand, and took off the black cloak from his head with the other hand, revealing his face...
The lines on this face are as sharp as a knife, and the slender eyes not only don't think it is a defect, but give people a seductive feeling, especially the long eyelashes cover the eyes underneath. And under the straight bridge of the nose, there was a glamorous smile on the corner of the bright red mouth.
Such a face is as good as Arslan!
Regrettably, there is a bulge on that slender neck...that is a male's Adam's apple!
He seemed to look around for a while: "Well, are those little guys dead too? Alas...Augustine, you make me feel so distressed. Although those guys are useless, they lose so much at once. It makes me unable to explain to the old guys in the clan..."
"Huh, there is one paladin left in the temple, and the remaining sages are nothing more than empty airs... Although the combination magic is really a headache... but..." He said that, in his eyes A sharp expression flashed: "Prometheus...what power do you have to restrain our great dragon race?"
A long laugh, resounding in this broken wilderness...
The people who fled were not far from the sea, and they would soon arrive at a small town. Although the small town was not large, it was the southernmost port of the Kingdom of Sauron.
Roddy has long been unable to support it, and his weakness has made it impossible to hold Miaosi any longer. And while everyone was fleeing, Roddy discovered a situation that made him furious...
Nedith did not keep up!
Old Mark took Set, and the old magician grabbed the unconscious Princess Ruolan, and he hugged Miaosi... but Nidis was gone!
"Don't look at it, Roddy..." the old magician said lightly: "With such a violent explosion, no one can survive!"
Roddy's eyes flashed with cold light, watching the old magician quietly.
The old magician was actually suppressed by his gaze and seemed a little unbearable, and Roddy said lightly: "What about you? When are you going to do it?"
"what?"
Roddy sneered: "No need to pretend, didn't the king order you to leave me in Roland?" After a pause, Roddy sneered: "This is simply the territory of the Kingdom of Sauron, if it wasn't for the king to arrange it secretly. So, can the people of the temple of the brigade sneak into here calmly to stop us? Also, we have made such a big movement in the fight, and there is no army stationed around here? Why hasn't anyone come here for so long?"
The old magician was already sweating coldly on his head, and smiled reluctantly: "You...you think it is very thoughtful."
Roddy sighed: "Old Mr. Sith, we are in distress in the Dwarf Nation together, so I don't want to be an enemy of you, but if you are still ready to do something here, I am afraid I have no choice."
The old magician seemed to be smiling wryly, but his eyes were firm! He only heard him whisper: "I'm sorry, Roddy, I don't want to be like this... But since I was born, this life has been dedicated to the revival of the Shaka Empire!"
He had quickly stepped back a few steps, stood outside the attack range of Roddy and others, opened his hands gently, and the magic wave on his body quickly unfolded.
"Rody!" He shouted in a low voice: "You should understand that now you are not my opponent! You have suffered too much in the previous battle, and now none of you is my opponent!"
Roddy still held the scimitar, sneered, and said: "When did you see me surrender?"
The old magician seems to want to say something: "I just can't let you leave the Roland Continent, if you are willing to go back to the capital with me! So at least your companions don't have to die..."
Old Mark gave a long laugh, took a sword and jumped out gently, stopped Roddy behind him, and smiled: "Boy, if you have any skills, you might as well show them all! Let me see. What are you good at!"
The old magician uttered a long roar, and four or five wind blades shot from his hand in the stern and sharp howl, but the old Mark's body turned into a red light instantly to block left and right, shooting from those directions. All the wind blades blocked.
Sith’s voice was even deeper: "It’s useless! Although you are a Paladin-level warrior, you are not an opponent of a magician in this long-distance combat! Roddy, let’s give you another chance. First, I will kill all of you, and then set up here as the illusion that you were blocked and killed by the temple! Second, if you obediently follow me back to the capital, you will be under house arrest in secret, but your life can be preserved..."
Roddy sneered, slashed with a scimitar in his hand, and shouted: "Give up!"
Old Sith seemed to sigh: "Then, forgive me, I have no choice...Ah!!!"
Just halfway through his words, he suddenly let out a cry of surprise!
I saw half of the sword blade with blood pierced out of the old magician's chest! The tip of the sword was still dripping blood, the old magician saw such a blade pierce out of his chest, his eyes almost protruded, with an incredible look, as if he couldn't believe the reality before him!
Faced with this sudden change, old Mark and Roddy seemed to be stunned!
I heard a clear and cold voice behind Old Sith whispering: "Forgive me, although I don't want this, but I have no choice..."
The long sword was drawn out, and the old magician took a deep breath, but couldn't spit it out anymore. He opened his hands and seemed to try to grasp something, but he couldn't succeed, and finally fell to the dust. in……
Behind him, a person with blood on half of his body seemed to stagger and stand there, it was Nedith!
At this moment, half of Nedith's body was soaked in blood, her original delicate and pretty face lost its blood, but looking at Roddy in her eyes, there was a deep feeling of love and hatred.
Roddy seemed to be stunned too, and when he recovered and went to help Nedith, Nedith had finally fallen down.
Roddy ran over quickly and put Nedis on his shoulder. Before he could speak, Nedis suddenly opened her mouth and bit Roddy's neck with one bite!
She bit so hard, but she still couldn't bite Roddy. Roddy could clearly feel two lines of cold tears flowing down his neck.
"I originally followed you and wanted to leave..." Nedith's voice was filled with a deep grievance: "When the female dragon stabbed you, you would push me away! Could it be that Don't I even have the right to die with you?"
Roddy's first reaction was to habitually want to scold this woman harshly, but then his throat was blocked, as if something was choked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word, but he was cautious about Ni Diss helped him over. His movements were unexpectedly light, as if he was afraid that a little bit of force would affect the wound on Nidis's body.
At this moment Roddy can only hold Nedis with one hand, and Miaosi with the other hand, sighing: "Well, this is not a place to stay, we must leave quickly!"
Old Mark did not move. He suddenly showed a wry smile, pointed in the direction of the sky, and sighed, "I'm afraid it's not that simple..."
In the sky, the dust-covered sun seemed a little obscure, a slender figure floating there, the whole body was covered by a black robe! And in his hand, he held a long thin sword!
Although I can't see who it is, the murderous aura that pervades that person has been revealed!
"It's really touching... I didn't expect that I was half a step late and saw such a touching scene!" The man gradually fell to the ground, his feet touched the ground, and he walked over.
After seeing his face clearly, Roddy lost his voice in surprise: "Aarslan!"
"No, you are wrong." The man smiled, his face was as soft and white as moonlight: "My name is not Arslan, is my name...it is more complicated to speak in the language of the dragon, but Translated into your human language, it means the heir of the Dragon God! You can call me'Lord Dragon God'!"
As he spoke, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and then old Mark and Roddy felt a severe pain in their brains, as if they were struck by something, and they staggered back a few steps involuntarily. ...