Chapter 177: The Dragon Lord of Caledor Vs. Tyrant Haggrave
Chapter 177 The Dragon Lord of Caledor versus the Tyrant Hagrid Grave
After the dragon lord chose to leave the field in person, the noisy two sides began to become silent. Everyone was waiting for Malekith's response. From the perspective of a bystander, he could have a championship showdown with the supreme commander of Ulthuan. The only person left is the Witch King.
But the Witch King didn't think so. Unless Imric became the Phoenix King of Caledor like his ancestor, he would not be qualified to compete with him in a championship showdown.
Just when Malekith was about to launch a direct attack and let Imrik, a stupid man who knew nothing about heaven and earth, die here, another person appeared and interrupted his order.
"The dragon lord of Caledor is truly a worthy opponent."
Tyrant Hagrid Grave rode Malice and stayed next to the Iron Throne. Since the demon riot in his body a few days ago, the Witch King ordered him to follow him to prevent another incident.
After finishing speaking, Malus glanced at Malekith. After he nodded in agreement, the tyrant entered the battlefield.
"Marus Blackblade, it seems that he has to meet the disgusting demon Slaanesh again." Seeing the cold lizard, which was much smaller than the normal size, and the man with a gloomy face, Imric Knowing that he must be a descendant of the famous Hagrid Grave.
When he jumped off the Malice and stood in front of him, he pretended to look up at the sky, and then said, "It's really a day suitable for fighting. Although the environment of Fenouir Plain is not very good, it is a tomb for you, a bedbug." It’s still okay.”
Malus didn't show any anger when he heard this, he just grinned with a cruel smile on his face, "I also brought you a gift, and that is death."
"You are not the only one who wants my head, but unfortunately none of them succeeded, and you will never be the first one to succeed." The Dragon Prince looked at Malus casually, as if he did not let him go at all. in the eyes.
"Then I'll wait and see."
After the two of them finished speaking, they turned around and began to raise their swords to signal to each other's armies. Malus's target was very clear, and that was Malekith, but Imric was in trouble. If he signaled to Alarielle, he might Adira will have opinions, and vice versa.
Then when he saw Minas Nir flapping his wings in the sky to stay afloat, he simply gave the old guy a signal to forget it. Even if it didn't lose face, it was also reasonable.
Thinking of this, Imrik raised his sword and bowed slightly to indicate Lao Mi in the sky, then turned to look at Malus.
The two did not communicate again. The Dragon Fire Sword and Kane's Dimensional Sword began their first confrontation. After they collided with each other, they made a violent collision sound.
But it was obvious that the power of the Dragon Prince was superior. Malus's hand holding the sword began to tremble a little. The descendants of the Black Rock might be dark and cruel enough, but they could not compete with the descendants of the Dragon Tamer in terms of martial arts.
Then Imrik stepped hard and continued to use the sword in his hand. After pushing Malus away, he said, "If this is the case, there is no way to win, Malus."
Ignoring Imric's taunts, Malus held the sword in both hands and continued to attack. He felt the long-lost excitement. Only in battle can he forget the influence of the devil on his body.
The sword shadows flashed alternately, and clanging metal sounds kept coming. Imric raised his sword high and slashed at Malus, and he immediately held the front end of Kane's dimensional sword with his hands, using both hands to resist the sound coming from above. Even if he successfully blocked it, the terrifying force still caused Malus's feet to bend downward.
"Black Blade, if you don't want to die here, release my power!" Zakhan's voice was a little urgent. He could feel that Malus was no match for this elf. It would be very easy for the descendant of the Black Rock to become the tyrant Hagrid Grave. To a large extent, it relies on the big demon in the body. If it is in normal condition, it is only a relatively powerful fear lord.
The Black Blade has no power left to shut up the demon. Imrik's power is nothing like that of an elf. His terror is even comparable to that of a giant. He has no advantage in physical fitness, and martial arts is the strength of the Caledonians. Now the only The only way to win is to rely on internal cheats.
Just when Malus' knees were about to bend and kneel, black blood vessels appeared on his face, and purple energy veins appeared on his armor. Imric's sword was lifted up and pushed away little by little, and then a roar was heard. It repels.
Imrik, who was repulsed, was not impatient. Instead, he waved his sword with his hand, looked at Malus who smelled of demons, and said, "Do you know, the head of the fear lord Hagrid Grave?" It’s almost filling up one wall of the dragon’s palace. You are like rats, staying in the mines all day long and then multiplying like bed bugs.”
After finishing speaking, I was not going to talk nonsense to Malus. This guy was very strong, at least much better than Julian, a small character. But in the end, he just gave Tyrion an experience pack, and now he This future must be realized in advance.
The rapid impact slashed at Malus with an unstoppable momentum, but after gradually liberating the power of the great demon, he began to be able to fight Imrik. After a sword, Illusion immediately stabbed the head of the Dragon Prince, but was Imric instantly turned his head to avoid it.
The Kain Dimensional Sword cut Imrik's face. After seeing the blood, the dual bloodthirsty psychology of Druzi and the devil made Malus even more excited. The Kain Dimensional Sword slashed and stabbed out at an unprecedented speed. , due to the influence of the devil, the fighting posture is completely different from the offensive and defensive posture just now.
This gave Imrick a suitable opportunity. After successfully dodging an attack, he seized the gap caused by the large range of motion and pierced Malus' heart with a sword.
"You fought well, but you are still a little weak." The Dragon Prince looked at the gloomy face full of dark blood vessels, then used both hands to stab the sword into his heart again, and then prepared to pull it out to make up the blow. Malus was known as Druzil Gotrek. If he had not encountered the end of the world, he would probably continue to stay in Hag Grave as a local tyrant. Cutting off his head was the safest.
When the Dragon Fire Sword was already drawn, Imrick intuitively felt that there was a strong danger on the right side, and immediately turned over to dodge. Although the posture of rolling like a donkey was ugly, it was extremely effective. A chaotic torrent appeared from Malekith's hand on the Iron Throne, and the target was obviously Imrick who was ready to completely kill Malus.
After the Witch King took the lead, the coalition of Druzy and Chaos had already launched an attack. Although they were defeated in the championship duel, they had an absolute advantage in military strength, which did not have much impact on their morale.
"What a shame." Standing up and looking at the Witch King who was about to cast a spell again, Imrick knew that he had lost the chance to finish off the enemy. Malus's injuries had begun to heal with the help of the demon in his body. He simply turned around and pulled up the family flag, turned over and rode on Mortelius to run back to Caledor's position.
After running most of the distance, he put the sword into the sheath, raised and waved the flag, picked up the dragon horn at his waist, and turned to look at the charging Druzy.
A low roar spread to every corner of the battlefield. After the dragon horn sounded, they would truly experience what it means to go against the dragon lord.
The Dragon Prince took the lead in charging, and the dragon troops also dived downwards under the leadership of Minasnir. Imrick did not choose to fight with his dragon companions.
If I were on Minasnir, I would be idle most of the time, because the killing efficiency of the dragon spear was there, and I could only cooperate with Old Mi to kill some high-threat targets. As a legendary Yaoxing Dragon, Minasnir, with the two defensive artifacts, had the ability to kill high-threat targets.
But on the warhorse, it was a little different. As long as Mortelius rushed there, I could go there with the heroic spear. If necessary, Minasnir would directly grab me on its back for air combat.
"All soldiers, follow me to charge." Taking the heroic spear from Elvis, Imrick raised the fire dragon flag in his left hand and rushed forward towards the black tide army.