Twenty Sided Dice

The soldier agreed, and hurriedly ran out to give instructions. Many soldiers gathered, holding long-range weapons such as longbow and javelin. One by one looked determined and prepared to sacrifice. At this time, the red dragon was still happily chasing and killing the fleeing people, and the light of explosions continued to shine outside the camp. It thinks that the guy in the ring of fire is already the turtle in the urn, and it will be fine to harvest it after a while.

Siegel called Janet up and asked her to help put on her armor and weapons. "Take care of Kerry's wife and children, find opportunities to hide, and don't die." He patted the kitten's hand and instructed. Kerry glanced at the tent with a nostalgic look. His child was still not born, and he hadn't seen the Black Wolf Princess for a long time. The giant knew that this was not the time for love between sons and daughters, so he refrained from going in, and dressed himself in full armor, only carrying a full twelve spears behind his back-the spears were so huge that they looked like siege crossbows. Crossbow bolts, dressed Kerry like a lionfish. The two were going to find trouble with the dragon. Siegel saw that there was a knight on the dragon's back, and guessed that the dragon had a purpose, specifically to destroy the tribe, and he certainly wouldn't simply vent his temper and leave. Now it's a matter of life and death, and everyone has to work hard.

"Can you make me fly?" Kerry asked.

"Sorry, I haven't mastered such complex spells yet." Siegel shook his head, feeling a little remorse for his incompetence. He waved his wand and let the element of air attach to both of them. "It makes you and I move faster, but it won't last long."

"Enough, let's fight this battle. Whoever kills that dragon wins!" A layer of frost covered Krippi's flesh and also attached to his spear.

"I wonder if dragon meat is better than snake meat?" Siegel said calmly.

"Do you hear me? Don't let me be ashamed in front of my brother!" Kree the giant raised his fist and shouted at his men, "Remember what our Jackdaw tribe's hospitality is?"

The soldiers looked at each other in dismay and talked a lot until one person asked tentatively, "Is it enough?"

"Killing the dragon is enough!" Kerry roared.

"Killing the dragon is enough!!!!"

The red dragon flew back again and lit a row of tents. The cattle, sheep and horses were all set on fire, and they were soon burned through their flesh and bones, becoming coke that fell to the ground. 'It's such a waste' thought the Red Dragon, 'if I get the heat under control, I can have a good BBQ. I don't know if the death knight's brain is lacking, and he doesn't even know such an important thing. ’

The death knight has no muscles in his brain, and he has long forgotten what it feels like to eat. He just kept giving orders to kill, kept killing, killing, killing.

In the camp engulfed by flames, the right wing group led by Kerry was still persistently attacking the Red Dragon, but with little success. The dragon's scales are extremely strong, and even arrows made of stainless steel can only be broken helplessly. Only the giant's "siege crossbow" can explode on the dragon's body, causing some scratches to the scales. The red dragon also saw this group of shooters, sneered at them, and did not attack them. He wants to make this group of people fully realize their insignificance and their worthlessness, and only after the people they protect are buried in the flames will they come back to appreciate their despair and pain as the best adjustment tonight.

"We can't kill this dragon, Prince, leave now! Take Princess Black Wolf!" A soldier came up to persuade him, and was kicked over by Kerry. But he kept saying to himself: "As long as you are still here, the Jackdaw tribe will still be here."

"If we leave, the jackdaws will die tonight!" The giant looked at his subordinates and grinned: "Find a way to lure the dragon over, hold him back, and let the others have a chance to escape. "

"I'm afraid the dragon will ignore us at all," Siegel said. He repeatedly tried to recall the introduction of dragons in the book: rough skin, magic resistance, various elemental power breaths, flight, dark vision, and various spell abilities. There is no book on how to deal with this creature.

"Let me try a magic that can make your weapon sharper, maybe able to penetrate the dragon's scales." Siegel asked Kerry to take off the spear, take out his wand, and slowly recite the spell. He is not proficient in this spell, so he must be very careful to control the magical power. Fortunately, the spell was successful this time, and a light blue glow was attached to the spear. This layer of light can make it stronger, sharper, and more penetrating.

"What kind of spell is this?" the giant asked curiously, but he immediately shook his head, knowing that this was not his area of ​​expertise. He said, "Look where the dragon has gone!"

They looked to the left and saw that the red dragon was on the other side of the camp, raging in smoke and flames. It will also swipe low across the ground, claws down tents that burn like torches, and gleefully laugh at weapons that bounce off it.

At this time, they also fired a flash to the right, only to see a cloud of frost falling from the sky and hitting the fire ring outside the camp. The icy snow and the scorching fire met, a large amount of steam came out, and a large space around was shrouded in thick fog. At this time, another gust of wind blew from the outside, spreading the mist out, covering a large area of ​​the wilderness.

"Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors! That is the power of the Ice Spear, my father must be there!" Kerry shouted loudly, jumping excitedly. He saw the people on the right side of the camp running out on horseback from the gap in the fire ring, hiding in the thick fog, just about to disappear into the vast wilderness.

Naturally, this scene did not escape the dragon's eyes. It roared angrily, its eyes turned blood red, and it twisted rapidly in the air, flapping its wings with force, and swooping over like a sharp arrow. The rain of fire descended and exploded continuously on the ground, but there was always a swirling ice cloud protecting the gap and protecting everyone from escaping.

"Be careful!" The group quickly ran in that direction.

The dragon landed on the ground and swept down a large tent with its wings and tail, and the pieces of flesh and blood flew, clearing a **** clearing. Then it folded its wings and walked on the ground with its four claws, its tail held high, like a proud lion patrolling its territory. The surrounding flames became dim in front of the red dragon, and they dared not compete with them, so they could only burn more brutally and restrainedly.

"Oh, a magical weapon, or the nasty frost power. Do you think you can defeat me like this?" The red dragon's voice was cruel and loud, with the crackling sound of the air bursting. "Flame, you may be able to overcome it, but what about my claws? Where are my fangs? What about my immense and unparalleled strength?"

Clough held a spear in both hands, and the tip of the spear exuded a brilliant light. He kept reciting the prayers silently, asking for the help of the three spirits. To protect his people, even at the cost of his life. ‘It’s a pity that I can’t see my grandson. ' That was the only regret in his heart.

"Come on, dragon! Taste the power of the Jackdaw tribe's artifacts!" Clough's thunderous roar could be heard clearly in the entire camp. "Come on! Let me see how powerful you are!"

Red Dragon showed a sly smile, his eyes narrowed into a line, then raised his head and looked down condescendingly: "Wow, how could you possibly understand my power when you can't see anything?"

A completely dull environment created by magic spread out from the red dragon, all the light disappeared, and even the dragon fire could only burn without light. Only a powerful light spell can penetrate this darkness, and even a dwarf with darkvision cannot see in this condition. The red dragon was unaffected, relying on its other two senses—a very sensitive sense of smell and a sense of touch, which can detect tremors from a distance—gathered all the information it needed to attack and defend.

After a few breaths passed, the darkness disappeared, and Clough disappeared, only an ice spear stuck on the ground. Ice crystals kept shaking off the spear and shattered on the ground.

Kerry, Siegel and others had already arrived nearby, just to see this scene. The giant roared wildly and threw the spear in his hand. The power of his blood, the power of his muscles, and the power of Siegel's magic combined, let the spear swept across the battlefield like lightning, and before the sound of breaking the air caught the red dragon's attention, it shot straight at its body ~www.novelmt.com~ Even the city wall will shatter under the power of such a siege crossbow, not to mention the scales of the dragon? The spear went straight in, penetrated the roots of the red dragon's right and right front legs, and inserted it into its chest.

The dragon let out an earth-shattering roar, spread its wings violently, and blew everything around it. Even a giant like Kerry rolled back several meters. The dragon's crawling movements became very clumsy, and blood dripped from its legs, flowing onto the grass and starting to burn. It sniffed around, and in addition to black smoke, sparks began to emerge from its nose.

"I smelled you, bug, don't try to hide!" The red dragon looked around, exuding terrifying power all over his body. "What a strange smell, there's more than one?" It looked up and saw a tall tent standing in a very conspicuous place, and a **** fresh smell was wafting from there.

"Oh? Is that your seed, worm?" The red dragon squinted his eyes, turned his head and ran over. The ground was shaking constantly, and everything around was shattered by the slap of the dragon's tail. "Come and see the flame-roasted bug?!" It said something that made Kerry desperate.

The giant dragon took a deep breath, and then sprayed out dragon flames forcefully, engulfing the giant Kerry's tent, and instantly burst into flames. Kerry dropped his weapon and rushed in frantically, also engulfed in flames.

Seeing this scene, Siegel knelt on the ground at once, tears streaming down his face, and his whole body trembled. His machete and wand fell to the ground, and he had no ability to resist, completely controlled by pain. The shadow of the dragon loomed over the sky, and the beast was slowly, ferociously slowly walking towards him, its mouth wide open, and Siegel was right at the throat of the burning fireball.