: A thought arises, and the world is wide

Author: Leopard Head·Zero Recharge

: A thought arises, and the world is wide

"Burning Hand!"

The old doghead raised his hand, crossed his thumbs and opened his fingers, and a raging fire erupted from its fingertips, burning a large spider directly to ashes.

Other kobolds also waved the torch hard to burn the spider, some were stomping on it, and some grabbed a handful of spiders and stuffed them into their mouths, just like eating a buffet.

Although they are called kobolds, they are real reptiles. For them, they are all covered in scales, this small spider, which is not as big as a fist, is simply a small snack.

The Yite Monster, hiding deep in the canopy, also noticed something and howled in anger.

The tree canopy began to shake violently, and giant spiders with the smallest body and larger than dogs drilled out, squirting spider silk at the doghead with claws.

"Cast spells in turn and deal with those nearby first!"

The old dog-headed man plucked up his strength and shouted, then raised his hand and three rays of flames directly ignited three giant spiders.

"Then I'll do it!"

Another old dog-headed man stood up, and a dazzling lightning burst out from its claws, sweeping across the giant spider group, and several unlucky road Spider-Man burst into smoke.

"And I! Nitrate ball!"

"Stinky Cloud Technique!"

"Ice Storm!"

A few kobold warlocks who had fought for their lives, one-fifth of the largest giant spider was killed by a round of spells, and the miners also joined in the fun, with javelins, short spears, poisonous arrows, and stones throwing happily, like heavy rain.

This kind of firepower-covered play is highly praised by Dragorn. Without considering other factors, the quality of the war is the! The side with a large projection is likely to win!

In less than a minute, more than half of the giant spider group that the Itte monster had accumulated for decades was killed or injured.

It's too late even if it's going to run away!

"The mechanical dragon king is watching us! Charge!"

The old doghead roared and raised his hand, and a dazzling flash flew from its outstretched fingers into the giant spider group.

boom!!!

A violent explosion soared into the sky, and the flames rose and swallowed everything within a radius of forty feet.

"kill!"

Gerun held a torch, one torch and the other a short spear took the lead in charge, and hundreds of strong miners followed closely behind.

Faced with such a large number of enemies, the remaining giant spiders desperately sprayed spider silk to no avail. The dog-headed people who were bullied by the more and the few were directly digged into spider sauce with mineral picks.

The Yit monster was trembling when he saw it. Just as he was about to escape along the spider web, he was stabbed into his butt by the short spear thrown by Gerun, who rushed to the front.

"ah!"

The Yit monster shaking down the tree, hurriedly got up, wailing and waving its front paws like a scimitar.

It's not bad to say that it's so chaotic that the dog-killer is really hard to approach, so the dog-killer happily starts to throw short spears.

A wave of dozens of short spears directly pricked the Yit monster into a hedgehog, but the dog-headed man was too weak and the Yit monster was too thick. The short spear just stabbed into the flesh, and the Yit monster was not dead.

In the end, Black called a strong sour arrow to the face of the Itte monster before killing the monster.

There was no chance for Dragorn to take action from beginning to end, so he watched the game from the back and won.

Although this victory was more than 2,000 Kobsters who had a challenge level of only 3, and there were more than a dozen casters who could cast the four-ring spell at the highest level, victory was victory and there was no doubt about it.

Dragorn nodded with satisfaction, "A nest of Q."

Then the dog-killer began to clean up the spiders who were running around, and caught one and ate one. More than two thousand dog-killer started a buffet directly in the woods.

Now Dragorn finally understood why they didn't even bring logistics. They were so happy to eat spiders. It was so easy to raise kobolds, right?

This is the leg he needs the most!

Seeing the dog-headed people working very energetic, Dragorn also remembered his second purpose and called Reed from the Five Colors Team, "Do you know where there are bees that can suck blood?"

"A bee that can suck blood? I seem to have heard of Wang."

Reed ran to ask for information, but soon ran back, with a korn warlock with brown scales.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King, there are those kind of bees more than ten miles away from our territory. Please allow me to retrieve blood honey for you."

"Well, do it well, I'll be optimistic about you."

Dragorn nodded with a smile, and the brown-slinged dog-headed man happily went to gather people.

Looking at such a subjective and active dog-legged, Dragorn suddenly remembered a sentence.

Today I know the joy of being the king!

Dragorn looked at it for a while and felt that it was not interesting to watch it. He simply flew to the sky to inspect the newly captured territory to see if there were any monsters that could threaten his good-legged ones.

After flying for a few laps and confirming that there were no monsters nearby that the kobolds could not deal with, he went back to the Blood Claw Tribe to take a look.

Old Toris said that it was time for the elves to clean up the Puri Jungle soon, and I don’t know when they will take action.

Dragorn has decided that as long as the elves dare to take action, he will take the zombies into the forest to fight guerrillas, burn supplies, fire cold guns and fire cold cannons, in short, he will definitely not fight head-on with the elves.

Just kidding, two thousand dog-headed men can gather more than a dozen casters, and there are several who are capable of casting four-ring spells. If you change to elves, why don’t you just use the six-ring spell to wash the floor?

If you can't afford to offend, you can't afford to offend. If you don't, let's just hang out. The dragon and heroes are all over the world. At worst, they can go to the human territory to beg for food.

Can't cure elves or you humans?

Well, it seems that it can't be cured either.

That's fine, wait for death.

Just kidding, Dragorn had already planned that as long as the elves attacked, he would win the goblin tribe with the zombies.

If the elves still insist on attacking in a mess, there is still a territory of the kowtower to preserve their power.

In short, as long as the elves do not stop the futile and ineffective attack for one day, Dragorn will not stop winning.

At worst, you can go to human territory to beg for food. The feudal aristocrats must need black gloves to do dirty work, right?

Are there any black gloves that are more useful than the Monster Alliance?

It's impossible to have it.

As the saying goes, when a thought arises, the world will be wide.

Flying in the vast sky, Dragorn only felt that everything in the world was so beautiful and all difficulties were so simple.

Isn't it just an elf?

As long as I run fast enough, the elf will not catch up with me!

At this moment, what are the elves that Dragorn is thinking about doing?

"Let us welcome Miss Courricent Larisian, who travels to the Puri Jungle from Yongju Island, with the warmest singing and dancing!"

"To celebrate the arrival of the noble Moon Elf Miss, I announce that a three-month celebration will begin today!"

"Let's sing and dance!"

In a city full of elves style, each elves sing and dances hand in hand.

“What’s going on?”

The captain of the tourer who had just arrived blinked vigorously and began to think about what kind of festival it is today.

In the end, an old friend told him the truth.

"Why are you still standing there? Go home and change your dress."

"A group of forest rangers met a Moon Elf Miss who left Yongju Island alone in the woods. The high priest was about to hold a grand celebration."

The captain of the tourer was still very confused, "The moon elves are indeed welcome to come to the Puri Jungle, but there is no need to be so lively, right?"

"Of course there is no need for ordinary moon elves to celebrate like this. What if the noble moon elves' surname is Larisian?"

"Even if her surname is La, Larisian?!!"

The captain of the tourer raised his hand and slapped himself, looking at his old friend in disbelief.

"Your Majesty's Bloodborne?"

"What about that?"

“This is indeed worthy of warm celebration…”

We must also celebrate warmly and replace it in equal amounts. Jueluobeizi, a royal family member of Zhenghuang Banner, came to the remote countryside for travel. Although it has been many generations since Taizu (Korelon), if you don’t treat the wood elves of the Five Banners well, if you believe it or not, you will let your little shoes wear until you die?

The captain of the tourer was amazed and even forgot about what he wanted to report.

It's just a pet, even the monster's pet is not good. If he dares to sweep the high priest's face at this time, then he will never be able to transfer the tour team from now on for hundreds of years.

There is even less need to care about the monsters that survive in the forest. All the monsters in the forest are not as important as the moon elf Miss losing a hair.

Moreover, in just three months, it is not enough for the elf master to take a long vacation. Can they still make them fuck?

Very blue.
Chapter completed!