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Hearing this, the blackstone and Han Shi did not even need to communicate, they immediately grabbed onto the Great Witch's arm and fled away as fast as a monkey without giving the Great Witch the chance to resist. They quickly escaped a hundred meters away and actually ignored the others.

However, they were loyal to their own tribe and to their own responsibilities, so they couldn't be blamed.

As for the others, especially the Dwarf and the Elves, they too followed suit and escaped from this dangerous zone as fast as they could, with the exception of Yi Fenglin.

"Sir!" Quickly stop, otherwise it will be too late! "

The only thing that could make Yi Fenglin stay in this dangerous area was Thunder. After all, she was Thunder's Follower and had the responsibility to protect Thunder's safety. If not for the fact that she was afraid that her reckless actions would cause a backlash from the lightning, she would have done the same as and the blackstone, forcefully bringing the lightning away.

Rumble …

But Yi Fenglin was too late.

At this time, the Small Flying Dragon had already lost its ability to scream and fell into a severe coma. It was only the size of a domestic dog, but in such a short period of time, it had grown to the size of a calf.

Thunder's eyes suddenly lit up as if he had understood something.

Boom! *

Thunderclap's treehouse was broken.

A gigantic dragon head appeared from the top of the mountain. It was a pity that the dragon head had its eyes closed, otherwise, it would be the standard story of a evil dragon wreaking havoc.

"Look over there!"

blackstone pointed dumbfoundedly at the tree house beside the dragon head, as if something was about to break out from the top of the tree.

Indeed, another dragon head broke through the ceiling and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. The only difference was that the eyes of the dragon head were open, but they didn't have any emotion, just like the eyes of a vegetable.

elven archmage who had just arrived and heard the news saw what happened. He was so shocked that he tightened his wand and could not help but shout: "Oh my god! He could actually grow to the level of two Flying Dragon so quickly. This was a realm that only Eighth Order Flying Dragon who possessed the bloodline of Golden Dragon could reach! How is that possible? "

However, the Great Witch said with a face full of disappointment: "An enormous amount of magic power can only be formed after accumulating over time. With this kind of cheating method, the result is that it only has the body and talent of a Dulcet, and not the magic power matching the identity of a Dulcet. Simply put, the demonic power of this Dulcet in front of us can't even compare to a Magician with Fifth Stage. "

The Elves were relieved, but also shocked.

After all, an hour ago, it was only the size of a dog that was being reared. With just a single glance, it had grown to the size of an ancient tree.

blackstone asked: "Great Witch, I remember that the lifespan of the Flying Dragon s is only a little longer than the elves. Even if the Small Flying Dragon has the tyrannical life force of a Golden Dragon, it definitely cannot live past fifteen hundred years. Now that the Small Flying Dragon has drank ten drops, does that mean it has used up a thousand years of its life? "

The Great Witch shook his head and said, "Arithmetic calculations cannot be calculated like this. The growth of the Flying Dragon s is definitely very harsh. Even if it is not as exaggerated as that of Tree of Life s, it is still several times stronger than that of ordinary living beings. It is estimated that ten drops of spring of life can at most provide it with around three hundred years of vitality. "

Pausing, Great Witch continued to add: "In addition, growth does not represent the loss of lifespan. The growth of our bodies doesn't change over time. It just changes with the amount of vitality we have. In other words, as long as we have enough food to eat, we can grow up. But since we don't have anything to eat, no matter how much time passes, we won't grow up. "

Originally, most people didn't understand, but after the popular explanation, everyone began to understand.

"That's not right!" It still needs a third head! "

Elves's eyesight and hearing were far more outstanding than Dwarf's. While Dwarf was still silent from the shock just now, he discovered that there was something else on the other side of the sleeping dragon's head that was about to break out. The sturdy wooden board had already become completely deformed, this situation was exactly the same as the scene with the second head.

Boom! *

By the time everyone turned their attention back to the past, the treehouse's roof had been completely broken.

"The third head, Ninth Stage's three headed Flying Dragon!"

elven archmage couldn't help but sigh.

It was not that he had rich emotions, nor that his nerves were weaker than ordinary elves, but that elven archmage, who had comprehended the true essence of magic and possessed a memories of many years that was even richer than the Evil Eyes of the Great Witch, was gasping in admiration at the beautiful future of the windstorm tribe and was feeling pity for her tribe's past.

Even if the three Flying Dragon did not have any magic, just by relying on the terrifying flesh of those three Flying Dragon s would be enough to sweep through most of the intelligent life forms in the Grace Mainland. Furthermore, as long as three Flying Dragon s appeared and the name of the Thunder Dragon Knight was revealed, it would be enough to intimidate countless scumbags spying on them.

Great Witch said with regret, "Sigh, what a pity, three heads and three magic sources, now you have wasted two levels of Inherent Skills, and even the first one has been restricted to the most pitiful state. The blood of Golden Dragon, was actually wasted just like that, it's such a pity. "

Every time a Flying Dragon successfully advanced, after they grew an extra head, they would be able to give birth to a type of source magic. For example, the Small Flying Dragon's mother, the Dulcet, was a dual attribute Magical Beast with poison and wind system. But when they successfully grow to three heads and possess three types of demon essence, if they can comprehend the power of laws, casually fuse the three types of origin powers together, making it a Draconian Magic that has the effect of a cocktail, then they will become Holy-ranked existences, real Gigantic Dragons, and even the proud dragon race will agree with their position.

Roar!

Just then, the head among the three Flying Dragon s suddenly opened its eyes, releasing a dragon horn that shook heaven and earth, as though it was declaring its birth to the intelligent beings in Sunset Forest.

And the three Flying Dragon's gold-like wings unfurled, completely destroying the entire tree house.

What followed was Thunder and Yi Hailin's leap up onto the three Flying Dragon s. Their gigantic bodies, which could cover the entire basketball court, accompanied with the three Flying Dragon s flying up into the sky with a light flap of their bodies.

It was unknown whether it was because Thunder was enjoying the feeling of being high above him, or because the three Flying Dragon were adapting to their bodies and soaring above the Cyan Drum Tribe for more than ten minutes before they slowly descended.

"How many drops of spring of life did you actually use?"

The Great Witch did not give Thunder time to show off, he asked the moment he landed.

Thunder extended two fingers.

Great Witch was puzzled and calculated in a low voice: "Twenty drops? I remember you don't have that many! There are only thirty drops in total. I took three drops, and when it was time to mature, I used another ten drops. At most, you only have seventeen drops left. "

Thunder said, "Only two drops left."

"You prodigal son!"

When Great Witch heard that lightning used up two drops of the extremely precious spring of life, he immediately took out his totem wand and was about to smash the lightning to death. However, the three Flying Dragon that treated Lei as their father immediately let out a snort and almost caused the Great Witch's weak body to fly into the air.

"Stinking brat!"

Great Witch was so angry by the master that he could not continue anymore. He wished that she could give them a few Lightning Bolts.

After all, to be able to directly raise one's cultivation base to the peak level, no one would be willing to invest money in it no matter who it was. Even if one only had the body of the peak level, if they didn't have the magic power to match it, they would still not care.

Thunder comforted her, "There will be bread and milk. As long as we are careful, we will be able to survive this period of time. I believe that the elf friends of the Cyan Drum Tribe will not let us abandon our alliance. "

Hearing Thunderclap's words, the Elves felt embarrassed.

Previously, both sides had been shouting about killing each other, but now that it had become an alliance, it could only be described as a mockery. Although the first mistake in seizing the spring of life was Thunder's, the fact that the Elves were ungrateful and ungrateful was a fact. This caused the originally thin-skinned Elves to shrink back in shame, not daring to face Thunder directly.

This was what Thunder and Great Witch wanted.

Only this way would they have the chance to take the initiative in the trade. Only then would they have the chance to exchange for spring of life s, or even Elemental Spring Water s, that could not be measured with money.

"Since there's so many people, why don't we exchange our opinions and form a hunting party …"

But before Thunder even finished speaking, he sensed that a hoarse voice was calling him from far away in the north of Sunset Forest.

Lei immediately thought of the promise he made to the other two.

Two of them said that their black bristle tribe didn't even have four hundred people, yet they had to resist the endless amount of bandits from the Sunset Wasteland, and also had to take care of the dependent races. However, because of the war they were fighting, the black bristle tribe had no choice but to send a hundred of their elites to participate in the war.

But now, even though the cold winter had passed halfway, the black bristle tribe still didn't have any distress signal, causing Thunder, who had been busy all this time, to almost forget about this matter. If not for the fact that Thunderclap had successfully advanced and comprehended the advanced martial arts realm, it would have been impossible for him to have heard the two books calling out to him under such noisy conditions.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the sudden change in Lei Lei's expression, Great Witch was not angry anymore, he started to gather his power secretly, and was ready to fight.

Thunder said, "black bristle tribe has asked me for help. It looks like I have to go over."

"Two!"

Yi Fenglin cried out in alarm and immediately declared: "Master, please allow Yi Fenglin to follow Master to assist black bristle tribe. After all, black bristle tribe owes me a lot of friendship, so I must take action no matter what."

Great Witch, blackstone and Han Shi all wanted to speak, but the thunderbolt stopped them: "There's no need. Unless the enemies of black bristle tribe are from the peak level, otherwise, it's not enough to take a bite out of the Small Flying Dragon. I'll be right back. You guys can stay here and listen to my good news. "

"My lord!"

Yi Fenglin originally wanted to persevere, but the lightning suddenly disappeared on the spot in the next moment, not giving her the chance to persevere.

The Elves were once again envious of Thunderclap's ability to teleport as they pleased. Although Elves loved peace and nature, it did not mean that they were willing to be confined to one place, to die of old age. Many young Elves did indeed have the thought of going out and adventure.

As for the elven archmage, he seemed to have thought of something and the corners of his mouth curled up.

black bristle tribe.

The chief of the black bristle tribe s, the trolls, truly had the majestic body of a trolls God. If someone were to say that trolls was a ogres, even a three-meter-tall giant would probably believe it.

However, such a giant still showed fear in front of the bandit army.

The trolls faced the sky and shouted: "Warlord, are you going to watch your loyal subjects being massacred by the Wasteland bandit without doing anything?"

To make the chieftain of the black bristle tribe, the valiant trolls, feel such despair, there was only an enemy that was strong to the point of irresistibility. salt magic, who had a body similar to a cow's, was unable to do this. Even the fully armed man-eating goblin was unable to do this, and the disgusting Ogre wasn't even qualified. Only the human magician, who was hidden behind the armed man-eating goblin, was able to do this.

If it was a normal Magician, then trolls would not have to do such a thing. After all, human magician was not omnipotent, and could not be unstoppable, but the magic this mysterious Magician used was actually supportive magic.

Since the start of the battle, he had cast a small range of Slow Spells and Aging Spells, and then used a group magic that was similar to bloodthirst on the salt magic, armed man-eating goblin, and Ogres, causing the bandits, who were in possession of the land, to be pushed back bit by bit.

The trolls had never thought that his clan would be openly defeated by the Wasteland bandit one day. In the past, he had always felt that even if his tribe wasn't one of the strongest tribes in the Wasteland, it still wasn't an existence that these Wasteland bandit could face head-on. Those shameless and disgusting Wasteland bandit could only sneak attack the warriors of the black bristle tribe or ambush them, or attack the relatively weak subordinate races.

But this winter, following the conspiracy of humans, the Sunset Wasteland had completely changed.

One by one, the relatively weak Behemoths were destroyed by the Wasteland bandit, and soon after, it was the black bristle tribe's turn to block the front of the Sunset Swamp, acting as the first line of defense for the other subordinate tribes. When a horse-headed tribe that was even stronger than the black bristle tribe and had a population of six hundred fell, the trolls knew that this day would come sooner or later. Unfortunately, the trolls never thought that this day would come so quickly and violently.

The trolls began to regret why he had to listen to the empire's military recruitment order. Not only had he sent out 100 cow-headed warrior to war, he had even sent out the only priest of the tribe, putting the entire tribe in such a dangerous situation.

But trolls did not have the time to regret.

He roared as he gathered the remaining hundred or so cow-headed warrior s and hid them in the tribe's shrine. That was their last resort. If even the shrine had fallen, it would mean that the black bristle tribe had completely disappeared from the Sunset Wasteland.

Roar!

A draconic horn sounded out, intimidating everyone present. It was as if time had stopped and they were all dumbfounded.