Chapter 1758: Rescue (2)

Two huge roars sounded, and Hall's line of sight came again from the dragon and lion's body.
On the other side of the battlefield, the two figures are constantly attacking the undead from the siege. The two figures are so small in front of the dragons, but with the power of tyranny, the undead will be dead again and again. One attack forced back, and the death and death protected the two dragons who were seriously injured behind them.
"Where did the two humans come out!" Hall roared, a dragon lion had already caused him a headache, and the dragon lion's side actually followed two strong humans who vomited blood!
Human beings are the weakest of the eight races. In the eyes of the undead, human beings are simply vulnerable.
However, the man and the woman completely subvert Hall's cognition of human beings. The handsome man holds a staff in his hand. He constantly raises his staff and can display a large magical weapon with no lethality. The living will bring a dozen or so dead souls close to him into a powder.
The woman standing on the side of the man has a beautiful face and a golden long bow in his hand. Each shot is a burst of ten arrows. The arrow hits the distant eyebrows of the dead, with an explosive blasting arrow. In an instant, the head of the undead can be smashed into pieces.
If the dragon lion in the sky makes Hall hate the teeth, then the two humans on the ground have made him almost crazy!
Should humanity be weak and small?
What are these two guys going to do?
Humans are hard to change! !
Hall’s hard-pressed anger rushed to the top, and another wave of undead army listened to his call and rushed over. Hundreds of undead, more than a dozen bone dragons joined the battlefield again.
Suddenly increased enemies, let the dragon lions suffer from the enemy's back and fight hard.
"It’s endless." Wenya frowned slightly, looking at the undead who had come over. She couldn’t remember how many undead she had killed, but these undead were like the floods, and they could not be killed.
A chuckle overflowed from the man's mouth around Wenya. The man looked at the inability of Wenya's eyes and said gently: "The undead has always been inexhaustible. If it is too much, they only need to open somewhere. After killing the ring and creating piles of corpses, they will be resurrected and filled with strength."
"You can still laugh." Wenya smashed the same handsome man, but the golden longbow in his hand did not stop for a while.
"The lady's lesson is, I will cry." The man smiled low, and made a sorrow. The wand in his hand waved and flew the dead souls who were trying to approach.
Wen Yadun laughed, and this time, only this guy, no matter when it is so relaxed.
"Continue, the physical strength of the dragon lion is afraid of support, can we find a way to retreat?" Wenya looked at the battlefield in the sky, the addition of more than a dozen bone dragons, immediately let the dragon lion into a hard battle, those bone dragons There are actually five or six six-winged bone dragons!
The man sighed. "I have already wanted to retreat. I don’t want to let us go."
Already trapped, how easy is it to talk?
It is not impossible to escape from the body with the ability of Wenya and the dragon lion. However, the dragon that has been seriously injured behind him has lost the ability to escape. If they want to withdraw, they can only drop the dragon.
Of course, no matter who they are, they will not make such a choice.