Chapter 518 Angel of Death

Iron Wolf, who was standing side by side with Masno at the window of the embassy, ​​couldn't help but let out a sigh when he saw the zombie dragon shrouded in moonlight and carrying a vampire behind it.

"Oh, this guy figured it out. I spent a lot of time looking for it."

Masnuo remained silent, staring intently at the zombie dragon whose body was full of flies above the city. All its gorgeous scales fell off, leaving only dark red muscles that were weakly attached to the bones.

The evil blue flames in its eyes showed that it was completely controlled by the vampire, without any sense of self.

The wooden window could not withstand the strength of the champion warrior and made a creaking sound. He whispered,

"I'm going to kill her, and you prepare a teleportation spell to bring over the Flame Knight who is waiting in the palace."

"This is not in line with our previous plan. If you take action now, it may cause misunderstandings among the Patriot Army. Although the so-called 'generals' have already misunderstood us enough." Tie Lang scratched his face with his hands curiously. He doesn't have much affection for dragons, but it's not difficult to kill a vampire.

"I will attack as Malthael, not Masno."

"Okay, okay, the angel of death brought death to vampires again. This is really a good story." Iron Wolf shrugged and said that he would just do it. Who knows that the man next to him is the second-in-command of the army.

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Jacqueline was a little excited. She rode a zombie dragon and flew above the embassy called the Dragon Kingdom, capturing a group of barbarian soldiers who tried to resist the dark kingship. This gave her a sense of satisfaction that she had not felt for a long time.

With a very morbid meaning, she glanced at the embassy, ​​which only had two rooms with lights, with her black eyes, and licked her sexy lips.

After the 'General' is captured, the Caledor Embassy will be destroyed. Even if the Dragon Prince brings the dragon to the old world, he will only become an obedient puppet with a few recently dead dragons.

After a brief psychological suggestion, Jacqueline commanded the flying beast under her to rush towards the frightened barbarians in the street. Not only the Patriot Army knew the beheading tactic, but Lamia was also good at "beheading".

As for the street below, Raskol held a cigarette in his mouth and asked the guard standing guard with an extra-large musket beside him.

"Compared with the black dragons of Druchi, which one do you think is more powerful?"

The guard looked a little nervous, but I'm afraid this was just to paralyze the vampire above him.

He showed a face that seemed to be a bitter smile, but also a sneer, "I don't know, but I only know one thing, she will die again soon."

Raskol shrugged and exhaled. He didn't expect the Lahmian vampires to be so easy to deceive. He thought the so-called Machiavellian family was so smart that they didn't notice such a simple separation and seduction.

There are many mortal officers under Plokin who have been risking their lives to send intelligence to the Patriot Army. After the vampire knight entered the city, he has been paying attention to the movements in the underground tomb, trying to use several secret passages to form a pincer attack from both front and back to defeat the port defenders. Eliminate it.

After he knew that all the elite commandos of the Patriot Army had gathered into the secret passage, he would definitely personally lead someone to cut off one of the general's arms.

As the Lahmian vampires who have actual control over the undead, they must also know the news, so the general will be used as human flesh bait to go from the port to the Caledor Embassy near the central square.

"It's time to exhale, prepare to disperse." The guard's words reminded the general, who dropped the cigarette in his mouth and began to run away from the center of the exhalation.

It's not like they haven't dealt with giant dragons before. At least Druchi's black dragon seems to be more oppressive than these zombie dragons.

A group of black breath mixed with green mist suddenly protruded, and a large amount of toxic gas surged on the ground. A few weeds that were too close were just on the edge, and they accidentally touched the escaping gas, and immediately turned yellow. withered.

"Not dead?!" Jacqueline felt a touch of surprise in her heart. You must know that when facing a giant beast, the fear in the human heart will stop involuntarily. Even if the zombie dragon is dead, it is still a giant dragon.

Moreover, the time it took for the breath to reach the ground was less than ten seconds, so they were able to dodge the attack so quickly.

The vampire suddenly sensed that this was a conspiracy. The guards who had originally looked scared suddenly changed their expressions and became extremely calm. They raised several thigh-thick muskets and aimed at the sky.

She suddenly sneered. These Kisli ladies thought they could reverse the situation with gunpowder weapons, but little did they know that night was the vampire's home court.

Several special beast-hunting cannons are aimed at the flying zombie dragon. These weapons are called beast-hunting cannons to avoid suspicion. They are designed to fight against the flying behemoth, which is Druchi's black dragon. .

The silver-white iron pillar with a diameter of forty centimeters flew straight out, and its speed turned into a silver-white shadow in the dark night.

But the body of a vampire cannot be speculated according to common sense. The keen vision is enough to be called the Lord of the Night. When Jacqueline saw the iron pillar flying out, she was already ready to use magic to deal with the enemy.

A purple-black vortex suddenly appeared in front of the zombie dragon, and the strong storm sucked the cannonballs into it, unable to rotate in the counterclockwise direction.

"General."

Without the guards reminding him, the general already knew that the beast-hunting cannon had lost its effectiveness. This thing was quite effective when used against some fear lords with black dragon mounts, but facing a vampire lord who had served Neferata for thousands of years, it might still be Not even close.

Spitting out a spit that smelled like smoke, Rascal walked out of the darkness, looked up at the gorgeous vampire on the back of the zombie dragon, and called out loudly,

"How about a deal."

"Mortal, what qualifications do you have to make a deal with a midnight noble? You have tortured so many of my lovely daughters to death, and you still want to survive!"

Rascal opened his fingers and counted, "One, two, three..."

After realizing that it was a bit unclear, he could only raise his head again with a helpless expression on his face, "Sorry, I don't know how many vampires died at the hands of the Patriot Army. Although they were all quite beautiful, the Patriot Army They are all normal men. They are interested in dead people or not, so they can only be thrown into prison and see if those death row inmates dare to touch them."

Feeling this obvious irritation, Jacqueline smiled, but it was extremely cruel.

This was a layout to lure him, drawing Plokin's attention to the underground tomb, letting the general go out as a bait, thinking that he could be killed with these elven gunpowder weapons, and then drag the zombie dragon to the Caledor embassy.

She clapped her hands and called loudly, "Come out, my pets."

Following the master's order, several bloodthirsty ghosts appeared from the dark tower and flew in front of the zombie dragon, using their flesh and blood as cover.

Scarlet light began to appear in Jacqueline's hands, and the power of Nagash's gaze was enough to tear through the fragile armor, turning him into a miserable person who was hoarse and rolling on the spot.

"It's a pity that your elf master won't save you, and I won't let you surrender. Just die here, a mortal who thinks you can save the world!"

There was a hint of interest in Rascal's eyes. He must be confident if he dared to come here.

Although Iron Wolf's strength is not clear, he still has some idea of ​​what the other two equally-named humans are like. Killing this vampire is definitely not a problem.

"Oh, it's a pity that you might die again." The words coming from behind made Jacqueline a little scared.

A man in a gray silk hood appeared on the back of the zombie dragon at some point, holding two curved swords that exuded the aura of death.

Before she could react, the two cold lights had turned into the last images. (End of chapter)