warm dragon

Chapter 85 The mark is burning (eighth update)
"charge!"

Above the snowfield, horses' hooves galloped.

Eric took the lead, leading Russell and four knight followers to charge towards the small group of snow ghosts ahead.

The knights kept surging their fighting spirit, and Russell was also surging his fighting spirit. Although several of them were just knights in costumes and could not release their fighting spirit, the surging fighting spirit still resonated with mysteries.

Let the entire knight squad connect as a whole through this resonance at the level of fighting spirit, increasing each other's combat effectiveness.

Golden and silver wolf dog Kevin has also joined this team. The energy in his body can also increase the resonance of fighting spirit and gain a certain degree of gain from it.

It's just that compared to the armored knight, the buff received by the fantasy beast knight is much smaller.

"Sir, take the spear!" Tom, the knight's guard, shouted, throwing over a knight's spear that was nearly five meters long.

Russell casually took it, and the knight's spear was tucked under his arm.

Just as the knight team passed through the group of snow ghosts, Eric opened and closed his broadsword with both hands, swinging many snow ghosts away.

Russell found a green-faced and fanged snow ghost that was unsteady on his feet, and stabbed it with the knight's spear.

puff.

Pierced directly through Snow Ghost's chest, and then nailed Snow Ghost to the ground. Russell immediately let go and let go of the knight's spear.

After all the snow ghosts were nailed to the ground, the knight team dismounted, picked up their swords, and cut off all the legs and feet of the struggling snow ghosts. Finally, they crushed their heads and took out the ice beads.

Watching the snow ghost turn into a cloud of gray mist, dissipating with the wind and snow.

Russell shook a snow-white ice bead in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, then pulled out the knight's lance nailed into the ice, got on his horse, and prepared for the next round of charge.

Baron Roman was leading the knights to fight against the large group of snow ghosts at the front, while he followed Eric behind to hunt down the small groups of snow ghosts that had broken up.

"Line up!" Eric saw a few more snow ghosts rushing towards the front and immediately ordered loudly.

Russell shook his cloak, drove the dark horse under his seat, and merged into the knight squad.

Following Eric, he once again launched a knight charge. The surging fighting spirit resonated with each other, and a brand new power filled his body again.

Whoosh!

The wind and snow howled, bidding farewell to the snow ghosts who lingered on the snowfield.

In today's era, the power of the Snow Demon has declined, and humans, with the blessing of the dragon's power, have begun a full-scale counterattack.

A steady stream of snow ghosts were harvested and turned into snow-white ice beads, just like the earth that had been frozen for thousands of years, shedding tears of joy at seeing the light of day again.

"charge!"

Eric yelled.

Russell held the barrel of the knight's spear with one hand, clamped it with his elbow, and aimed at the new blue-faced fanged snow ghost.

boom!
The gun shot failed to hit Qingpi's chest, but it penetrated Qingpi's abdomen and pinned Qingpi to the ground again.

The knight team rushed forward hundreds of meters without stopping, then turned around, reorganized the team, and started the next round of charge.

Russell's heart was racing.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart. He raised his left hand. In the palm of his hand, the "M" mark representing the little dream dragon was burning. Next to it, there was a sword butterfly mark the size of a sesame seed, rotating around the "M" shaped mark.

There was no time to think about why the mark appeared spontaneously.

The knight team had already rushed into the group of snow ghosts. There were no knight spears to stab them, so Russell pulled out his green ceramic sword.

The moment he wielded the sword, the shadow of a butterfly flashed across his eyes.

next moment.

The sword move that was supposed to stab Snow Ghost's torso head-on, Russell was so blessed that he moved his wrist dexterously, and the tip of the sword accurately hit Snow Ghost's forehead. Relying on the vibration of the blade and the power of the charge, he hit Snow Ghost's head. Smooth off the brow.

There was no brain splatter, the wound on Snow Ghost's head was instantly frozen, and the folded cortex of the brain could be seen clearly. "Handsome!"

Russell was satisfied with his sudden inspiration. It was elegant and agile. The most important thing was the lethality it caused, which was powerful.

Of course, this injury is not fatal to the snow ghost.

So the knight team had to go back and drill a few more times, chop the snow ghosts into a pile of pieces, and then crush the heads one by one to find the ice beads inside.

"Easy, sir, the green skin that leaked out is just a rookie." James, the knight's retinue, laughed and waved his broadsword, swatting it down like a fly swatter. With a snap, a hairless head was smashed into pieces.

A group of struggling and squirming corpses around them completely collapsed as their heads were shattered.

When James picked out the ice beads and took them away, these body parts and the broken heads turned into gray smoke, swept by the wind and snow, and disappeared without a trace.

"Don't relax!" Eric glanced over coldly, "Any part of the snow ghost may kill you!"

As he spoke, he struck out with a sword in his backhand, nailing the remaining arm of a snow ghost to the ice.

The fingers on the front of this residual arm, armored as sharp as sharp blades, scratched on the ice, making a harsh friction sound.

"It should be this one, Knight Commander." John, the knight's retinue, found a head among the broken corpses, and then used the iron heel of his riding boots to stamp on the head, and the snow ghost's head snapped. Like a watermelon exploding.

The fingers scratching the ice suddenly became quiet.

"Here comes another greenskin," shouted Tom, the knight's squire.

Eric was about to step forward with his sword and chop Qingpi to death, but Russell took a step forward: "Leave it to me, let me try to challenge Qingpi alone."

"Sir, be careful." Eric paused, but his eyes were fixed on Russell and the roaring green-skin. Once Russell was in danger of being killed by the green-skin, he would immediately take action to stop him.

Kevin, the alert golden and silver wolfdog on the side, also focused his attention here. Like Eric, he was secretly protecting Russell.

He glanced at the mark still burning on the palm of his left hand.

Russell now clearly felt that the burning was not due to the little dream dragon, but to the sword butterfly amber insect.

Because the growth of Sword Butterfly is based on fighting.

"Although it is buried deep in the rock wall, it is also nourished by the power of the earth... Perhaps the battle that took place on the snowfield was absorbed by the power of the earth and then provided to the Sword Butterfly and Amber Worm... Now, every day of my life A battle is all about feeding the sword butterflies."

Russell didn't know the origin of the Sword Butterfly and Amber Worm.

Russell also doesn't know why Sword Butterfly is proficient in swordsmanship. Is it the natural evolution of the species or a talent given by the earth?

But this didn't stop him from knowing how to feed the sword butterfly now.

"Hiss..." Qingpi rushed over, opened his fangs and opened his mouth, but he could only make a low roar like a snake spitting out a message.

It holds a cool ice sword in its hand.

This is a long sword made purely of ice and snow, but the power of the snow demon, or the power of ice sleet, gives it properties that are harder and sharper than gold and iron, comparable to inferior gem weapons.

Wielding the ice sword, Qingpi still retained the fighting spirit skills he had before cheating the corpse, and relied on greater strength and more agile joints to make the sword moves more powerful.

"Slow, too slow!" The shadow of Sword Butterfly flashed in Russell's eyes again, and the green ceramic sword in his hand went straight forward.

Bang!

While swinging away the ice sword, the green ceramic sword flicked easily and stabbed Qingpi's neck, making a hole in his neck.

As soon as they met, Russell took the opportunity.

Then he launched a violent attack like a gust of wind and rain, but although the attack was fierce, his posture was as graceful as a butterfly.

"Flaws, all over the body are full of flaws!" As he waved his sword and danced gracefully, the corners of Russell's mouth raised slightly, showing the calmness and calmness of having everything under control.

(End of this chapter)