Chapter 1669: Fluke escape

The situation continues to escalate.
Due to the existence of Skarsa, the York Seoul army temporarily gave up the suppression of us, concentrated firepower, and attacked a greater threat.
Skassa, whose abdomen and back were injured, was not so easy to provoke. It roared, and suddenly people stood up, with a pair of forelimbs raised above their heads, and a deafening roar from his mouth.
Then, it fell heavily, and several deep pits of various sizes were smashed where it hit the ground.
An earthquake-like shaking, spreading from the center of Skarsa, immediately shook the enemy within a few meters to the side, and the guys climbing on its back were also shaken and fell to the ground.
Scarsa's angry eyes stared at the tiny human being that fell to the ground. It raised its sharp claws again and photographed them fiercely. Several adventurers who had been smashed and had not yet slowed down, lost forever. Got a chance to get up again.
They were photographed into meatloaf.
Even so, Skarsa's anger was still unquenchable. The sharp claws he photographed did not lift up, but continued to squeeze it down. The action was the same as when we squeezed a cockroach with the sole of a shoe.
There was an unpleasant sound of a hard object being crushed, and Skarsa slowly lifted his giant claws, squinting his eyes, and carefully staring at the place where it had just been crushed.
That was a pit that was crushed out. In the pit, there were a few guys who were constantly wriggling like a loach. They were the ones who climbed the back of Skarsa before and caused substantial damage to it.
As expected, it was the first group to hurt Skarsa. It was amazing that all of them survived after being cruelly crushed.
But even if they were alive, they were all seriously injured and lost the ability to continue fighting.
Skassa didn't care if they still had the ability to fight, it just wanted revenge, so the big claws slammed down again, this time stronger and fiercer.
After a tingling sound of tooth roots passed, Scarsa raised his paw again to observe, and finally nodded in satisfaction.
In the deeper pit, the ground has been compacted quite compactly, and several human-shaped corpses, like rags, have completely disappeared, and are firmly stuck to the ground.
This was really a tragedy, so tragic that it completely angered every adventurer in the York City Army.
Everyone once again concentrated their firepower, and launched a continuous attack on Scassa in a more violent way.
Billy, who was watching the battle behind the bluestone, couldn't help asking, "Does this guy only pat with his paws?"
Tyler put down the wine bottle, hiccuped, and slowly said: "The dragon's attack method is not only with paws, but I don't know if this guy who mutated from a human into a dragon can realize other attack methods."
When I heard it, I became interested and asked: "Old man, what are the dragon attacks you know?"
"Three types" Taylor said leisurely: "One is to slap, the other is to create a gale, and the other is to breathe."
"Slap I know that it creates gusts...is it made by magic?" I wondered.
"No" Taylor said, "It's flapping its wings to create a gust of wind."
"What is the lethality of the wind created by flapping wings?" I asked again: "Is it just used to blow the enemy away?"
The old man laughed and said: "You are too naive. When the dragon its wings, it is not an ordinary wind, but a sharp whirlwind. Once caught in it, even if it is not divided into several sections, It is impossible to guarantee that there will be no peeling."
I was excited and sighed: "So amazing!"
Taylor pondered for a second, and then added: "I'm not right to say that. Different types of dragons create different wind powers."
"I'll go, old man, listening to you say that, did you meet more than one dragon?"
Tyler frowned and said, "Did I ever say that I only met a dragon?"
"Then how many dragons have you met?" With curiosity, I couldn't help asking.
Taylor pondered for a few seconds, then slowly said: "There are three fights, two won."
"Is there another one?" I asked again: "Did you lose?"
"Yeah" The old man nodded and said in a deep voice: "I lost, and I lost so badly, I almost never came back."
I don't know how strong Taylor is in combat, but his magical barrier is so strong that I have seen it. Even the combination magic can be taken lightly. Even so, his old man said that he almost never came back... .. Is that dragon too strong? Or was the old man weak at the beginning?
Thinking of this, I asked him: "At what age did you fight the dragon that defeated you?"
Tyler glanced at me, shook his head and smiled: "You kid, are you asking me about my strength at the time?"
At first sight, I was dismantled, and immediately laughed in embarrassment.
Taylor said: "It's okay to tell you. Although my strength at the time was not as good as that of the peak period, it was barely able to rank among the best."
"It turned out to be like this" I nodded and said, "If you fight the dragon in your peak state, you won't lose at least if you can't win."
The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "How did you come from?"
"Analytical" I said: "I think old man, your current magic barrier can easily take over the combined magic. If someone drags it in front, you can accumulate magic power in the back area and sing a stronger one. Magical barrier, that dragon must have nothing to do with you!"
"Full of nonsense" the old man said angrily: "How did you know that my magic barrier was not as strong as the current one? You have never seen a truly powerful combination of magic, so that you can say such short-sighted things. Remember to be unbelievable in the future. , Let alone say what you think of without thinking."
"Oh...I was wrong, old man" I said lowly.
Tyler gave an understatement, took a sip of wine, was silent for a few minutes, and then said: "The strength of that dragon is far beyond the cognition of ordinary people. Back then, we teamed up with me to fight against it. The top national power..."
"National strength!" We all exclaimed in unison.
The old man paused, sighed deeply, and said: "It's a pity, if that person can survive by chance, he must be the best one by now."
"The national power actually died in it?!" I couldn't believe it.
I have a deep understanding of the horror of national power!
The powerful and domineering Achilles, just staring at each other, can feel the iron beard of the oppressive feeling of the flood wave.
Both have absolutely powerful strength, and both are undoubtedly powerful!
It was this kind of existence that all died under the attack of that dragon.
"Old man" I asked with my eyebrows, "Did you hurt that dragon before you fled?"
The old man nodded and said, "I was hurt and shed a lot of blood, but to the dragon, it is a trivial amount."
"That dragon, do you know its name?" I asked.
"Yeah." The old man nodded, "He said his name, Bakar."
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