Vol 3 Chapter 161

Scene 161: Atomization

The closing of the wall in the clouds shows that the magic is flowing back, and the impact of the tide has become more and more obvious. Brando looked up at the sacred dragon with half a sky in the mountains, and it was difficult to breathe for a while.

Even if it is a projection, it is at least a hundred levels.

Neither he nor Otales spoke, and both were thinking about how to get through this difficult moment. Brando looked around and saw a huge rock not far away. He felt a little calm in his heart, and began to consider how likely it was to avoid the sight of the sacred dragon.

He took a soft breath to regulate his breathing, and breathed in his heart: the situation in the past that was more dangerous than this was not without reason, and there was no reason to have fear because of only one chance.

Such as the raid on Nilurische in Madara, and later the dragon's nest war.

As long as every step is perfect, Brando recalls his past experience and feels confident that he has returned to his own body. The adventurous factors flowing in Sophie's blood began to burn.

He took another breath, reached out and grabbed the roots of the tree outside, trying to climb out of the hole of the tree quietly; under the cover of the cascading canopy, he could only hope to escape the sight of that huge monster, cloth Lando was preparing to crawl out along the roots of this tree little by little against the ground--

"Little guy?" Otales froze, and she didn't expect Brando to be so bold.

"Hiding here is not the way to go, if that thing will leave in a little while, it seems to have noticed something," Brando said in his heart. "I suspect neither Swordmaster nor Veronica are dead."

"What are you going to do?" Although in your heart, but affected by the surrounding environment, Otales still unconsciously lowered her voice.

"Go behind the rock first, and then see if you can leave this place with the help of the environment. As long as you are three or four miles away, the holy dragon of the saint should not be enough to see the movement under the forest.

That's a long distance. Are you so sure? ——Otales looked at Brando without asking. Because she knew that now that Brando had made a decision, she must have been so determined, and she could see it from the ray of adventure burning in the eyes of the young lord.

This Brando is outside of Otales's cognition, but pleases her more than the stable and rational Brando.

Brando silently climbed out of the tree hole carefully. He was lying on the ground like a lizard in the mud, and he didn't even dare to take a bite out of the atmosphere. Sometimes he even felt like he was on his back.

Although the weather was cold and dry, Khan couldn't stop sliding down his forehead.

It took Brando a few minutes to climb out of the tree hole, and then it took him another minute to turn his head. After doing all this, he kept his posture motionless, feeling that his heart was beating vigorously in the hollow, one beat after another, sizzling.

Brando waited for about half a minute, but the sacred Hydra that stood in the valley didn't seem to notice this, and he was relieved, and he reached out to Qian under the tree hole:

"Come up, Akane."

Akane stood in the tree hole below without knowing what was happening above her, and could only restlessly wait for Brando's news. She looked up to see Brando reach out to her, and gave her a slight nap before putting her hand in Brando's hand.

"Qian, you can't say anything no matter what you see for a while." Brando grabbed Qian's hand and reminded him seriously that he can trust the red-haired girl, but everything must be taken care of.

Akane nodded strongly.

Then Brando pulled her up from under the tree hole. Sure enough, the girl was taken aback by the horrible figure of the sage-headed dragon between the mountains, but she did not make a sound as promised.

Brando gave her a thumbs up as a reward.

But this is just the beginning of success.

Then he took Qian carefully out of the tree hole, and the cat leaned a little closer to the rock with the root system crisscrossing between the tall trees. The distance from the tree hole to that rock was only 23 meters. In the past this Distance is nothing more than a blink of an eye for them, but stop and go at this moment seems like a long century.

The holy dragon of the saint stood in the valley, and it slowly turned around. The huge tail swept over the heads of the two people from above the forest more than once, scaring them into a cold sweat.

When the two figures merged into the shadow behind the huge rock one after the other, there was almost a feeling of whole body deprivation. Akane was okay, Brando felt that his back was almost soaked with sweat.

He took a long breath and began to figure out what to do next. His eyes crossed a shadow of a tree. Fortunately, there weren't too many open areas of ancient trees in the Black Forest.

He figured that the side near the north ridge, if he could enter the valley on the other side, would be enough to avoid the sight of the holy dragon of the Holy One.

The distance was less than two miles, half less than originally expected.

But there is some trouble in the middle, you must pass a small stream that crosses the valley. If the shrubs on the beaches on both sides of the stream are not enough to cover the two of them, this action will become very dangerous.

But he weighed the gains and losses in his mind, and decided to do just that. Indecision on the battlefield is not a good habit. A good warrior must first have confidence in himself-if he can't even believe that he can do it, he probably won't.

Brando happens to be the best among the player warriors.

He and Akane rested behind the rock for about a minute, during which the Holy Hydra dragon was slowly moving along the valley. It seemed to be looking for something, and fifteen heads were dangling above.

The two didn't dare to say a word. After counting fifty seconds, Brandomo made a gesture to the red-haired girl around him, and then they rushed out in lightning.

They rose and fell under the shadow of a huge oak tree, holding their breath, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.

But the sacred saurian dragon still didn't pay attention to this side. The white mountain had advanced to half of the valley. Its movement seemed awkward and slow, but Brando knew that it was an illusion.

——If you can step hundreds of meters away, you will know that slowness is just a relative term.

Brando's next goal was a hornbeam forest by the river. The dense foliage of the genus Genus is the best cover for hunters in the mountains, and they are no exception.

They came to the river silently along the woodland, during which time Qian accidentally stepped on a dead branch, and when the crisp "cracking" sound sounded, they seemed to have been struck by lightning.

Fortunately, fortunately, standing by their side this time, the holy dragon had seemed to have noticed something on the other side of the valley. It raised fifteen heads and roared in unison, then slowly turned to the other side.

The white cloud-like tail swept over the forest again.

Is it Veronica or Mephisto? Brando is not clear, but at this time he can only wish each other good luck, and at the same time seize the opportunity to rush forward, Akane immediately followed, the two quickly passed over a deep wormwood bush on the edge of the forest, the bush continued to Bare pebbles near the valley.

The creek was almost tens of feet away, and both of them were a little breathless. Although they ran the most, but they were many miles away, they should not feel tired at all in terms of their physical strength, but the high tension caused the physical strength to accelerate. People feel a little overwhelmed.

When Brando ran to the edge of the valley, he glanced back. At this moment, they were almost exactly the same valley—that is, two or three kilometers—from the hill-like sacred Hydra dragon.

It sounds far away, but it is only a few steps for this creature that exists in the mythology. The tail of this behemoth is almost kilometers long.

This thing can't be beaten at all, and what Brando can remember about it is probably an evil dragon with a nest diameter of hundreds of miles.

He patted his face and returned from the horrific hunting experience known as the Dragon's Nest War. The Divine Hydra is attacking some being on the other side of the valley. Its fifteen huge heads pass through the clouds above the clouds and occasionally dive into targets below a kilometer.

This makes Brando a little bit strange. Veronica and Mephiste can't go that far in an instant--other people?

With this confusion, he turned back to separate the bushes and was about to step out, but at this moment Brando suddenly felt a strong attack from the left, and he felt his shoulders tight-immediately aware of the bushes There were other people in the room, but the reaction had been slower, and the force had grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.

"Lord Lord!" Akane saw a hand stretched out of the grass and immediately pulled Brando in, startled, and unconsciously pulled out the short sword from her boots.

But she immediately saw a familiar face.

Veronica grabbed Brando with one hand and ran a sword against Akane's chest.

"Ms. Veronica?" Brando was startled when he saw the man who had seized himself--he didn't forget to lose the three important people of the Cruz Empire, and he knew better than anyone At least two of those three young masters have been killed by the withering lord.

"Shh," the empire goddess of war looked solemnly, she looked over her head, then buried her head and said to the two, "If you want to survive, don't say anything!"

Brando froze first, but suddenly realized something. He looked up and followed Veronica's gaze, and sure enough he saw that the holy dragon had attacked the target on the other side of the valley, but the mist on it spread out, gradually covering the entire forest.

Atomization!

Brando was taken aback. He originally thought that the clouds and fog were just a way of projecting the ancestral beast, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Veronica's reminder made him understand that it might not be any ancestral beast at all, but the mist itself between the valleys.

This is what the druids encountered.

Brando immediately thought of this.

He looked down at Veronica, knowing that this woman had saved his life, and if the mist itself was part of the holy dragon of the Holy One, then the entire valley should be under the watch of the other party.

As soon as he leaves the densely wooded area, he will be captured immediately.

But why did Veronica save him?

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