Ride and Cut

The most powerful undead in Winter City has fallen, and the rest is nothing to worry about.

The surviving wizards of Pompeii were mainly fire-based, unable to take off to challenge the dragon beast. But against the zombie warriors on the ground, they are handy. As for the larger number of walking corpses, it is difficult to pose a threat to the regular army.

As the undead natural disasters gradually subsided, when the sky was getting bright, Bedrick led the team and reunited with Richard. After working all night, most of his subordinates were tired and tired, but the crown prince himself was full of energy.

"Did you see that the Undead Dragon was killed by someone."

"I saw it." Richard nodded perfunctorily.

Bedrick snorted and was surprised: "Thunder in the sky fell like rain, and the behemoth knight drew his sword alone to charge the undead dragon. The sword's edge pointed out that even the dragon could not resist, and everyone was beheaded in full stare—"

"This scene is truly epic, and the bards will tirelessly extol it in a hundred years!"

"Yes, that's not bad." Lord Lord slapped haha, his old face flushed with embarrassment. If it weren't for the sun's bleakness now, it would have been seen to be abnormal.

"Do you know who the monster knight is?" Bedrick asked mysteriously.

"I don't know." There was a proper curiosity on Richard's face. If you are seen by someone who doesn't know the truth, you will definitely believe that this matter can't have anything to do with him.

"It's really not you?" Crown Prince Pompeii's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Of course not!" Richard looked into his eyes, his hands spread out and his face was sincere, "I don't have that ability."

"Just the friendship between us, there is no truth." Bedrick rolled his eyes and said contemptuously, "Higuain saw you in the sky. I pretend."

"This guy talks about everything."

"What can't be said about this, you can tattoo a dragon head with crossed swords on the team flag in the future." Bedrick was almost jealous with envy.

Giant dragons are top-notch in strength and can fight and walk. Even if they can retreat in the face of them, it is a great honor, let alone the feat of "slaying dragons" with their own hands. The battle of the entire Pompeii Expeditionary Army's Winter City was not well-fought. At first, it was disgraced by the defenders, and later by the undead.

Against this background, it becomes more and more rare that a dragon slaying warrior is so brilliant, and Bedrick dreams that the protagonist is himself.

"It has been tattooed." Richard drew a red cloth roll from the logistic carriage and threw it to him.

Bedrick glanced openly, still the ugly ripper pattern, he just couldn't find the dragon head, "Where is it?"

"Here." Richard pointed to the lower left corner. A black double-sword crossed dragon head that was less than a slap in the corner was pitifully shrunk in the corner, and the sense of existence was extremely scarce. If Richard hadn't specifically pointed it out to him, Bedrick would have thought that the place was stained with mud.

"Why don't you get a large tattoo?" He looked at Richard as if he was looking at mentally retarded.

The honor of Tu Long is even stronger than gold, and it will not depreciate for generations. If you manage it well, the name "Dragon Slayer" can bring unimaginable benefits. It can be seen from the casual posture of the Lord of the Mountain Fort, he clearly does not care very much.

When the lord responded, his tone was a model of calmness and calmness, and Bedrick did not say a word for a long time to choke:

"After that, if you kill the dragon, you won't be able to get the tattoo."

Bedrick blinked a lot of eyes in a daze, took a deep breath and said with a thumbs up: "High, it's really high!"

"What about Seedorf and them?" Richard never saw the Stuarts.

He felt that many things seemed strange in this winter city undead disaster. For example, why the hundreds of thousands of residents in the city will silently transform into walking corpses, why the undead dragon will chase him, and why the undead who can destroy the defenders are ordinary.

He felt that there must be an unknown inside story in it, and he always wanted to ask those who witnessed the change, but it was a pity that the time was rushed last night and there was no time.

"Master Seedorf went to see the commander-in-chief." Bedrick took a sip of the hot tea from his entourage. "By the way, General Pinto said he wanted to see you, so hurry up...what the **** is this tea? And cinnamon!"

Richard snapped his fingers, and immediately a few servants gathered their eyes to help him clean up the dirt on his armor and face. After all, it is the commander-in-chief of the Pompeii army to meet, and maintaining his appearance is the basic etiquette.

"Where is Dracula, come with me."

Richard is clear about his situation.

He himself has only fifteen minutes of surging power every day, and Qiqiu's transformation can only last for half an hour, which is a wonderful combination. Within fifteen minutes, they could also fight against the giant dragon, which was better than the dragon knight. But after fifteen minutes, there is nothing left to do.

As a newcomer with no background, after getting into the limelight, you must definitely beware of being outright. Lord Lord is now very worried about being put on the top hat of a dragon-slaying warrior, and then assigns some difficult tasks to him all day long. I have to say that although this kind of thinking is rather dark, it is not impossible.

Take Dracula, if someone asks about the origin of the "flying behemoth", he knows the whole cause and effect, and can help cover it.

"Sorry, sir, I feel very uncomfortable." Dracula's face was extremely pale, and he looked up at the sun on the horizon that had just been exposed, and immediately closed his eyelids as if being dazzled.

"Okay, then you have a good rest." Richard nodded indifferently.

After all, it can be regarded as dead once, and it is normal to have some discomfort. In addition, the side effects of the Destiny Magic Stone may have begun to show up on him, and it must be difficult to adapt.

"Yes, my lord."

A strand of golden wavy curly hair hangs down from Dracula's temples ~www.readwn.com~ It looks extraordinarily gorgeous against his pale skin. He bowed slightly, graceful and perfect, impeccable from the most tricky angle. If it is not for a fault-finding perfectionist, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this level.

It's just... feminine.

Compared with before, his facial features seemed to have undergone a slight change.

The magnitude of this change is so small that it is almost inevitable to ignore at first glance. But if you look twice, it is not difficult to find that the subtle changes in the facial features have completely subverted the overall temperament.

The former Dracula also belonged to the category of handsomeness-the kind of military-style hard-line handsomeness, like a knife and an axe, full of masculine aura.

Although Dracula is still beautiful, he seems to be a sick, crazy, and dying beauty, like a flame rose that is about to rot. It is still gorgeous under the rich colors, but it can't prevent it from going to decay in any way.

But Richard didn't see this. There were too many servants around to tidy up his appearance, and it was inevitable to block his vision.