Chapter 397 I Just Like Enemies Like the Old, Weak, Sick and Disabled
As the distance got closer, Owen could already see the old black dragon lying in the newly excavated dragon lair, and felt the other party's malicious eyes.
It's a pity that this black dragon is too old. The strong body that could shake the hills now only has skin and bones. Only the proliferated ferocious exoskeleton and cuticle maintain the last bit of appearance, but the cloudy eyes and the smell of putrefaction The breathing, as well as the shallow layer of copper and silver coins in the dragon's lair to support his appearance, all indicate that this black dragon has entered the end of its life and can no longer maintain its dignity as a dragon.
Seeing that the enemy was such an old, weak, sick, and disabled person, Owen suddenly became excited. He liked this kind of enemy, so he shouldered the metal rod, raised his thick thighs, and let his heavy feet step on the ground with a roaring sound. He heard the sound and began to charge towards the target, preparing to beat the old dragon.
Faced with the provocation of an ogre, the old black dragon on the opposite side couldn't hold it any longer. He forced himself up, flapped his wings and flew up. Then he landed not far away from Owen, and tried his best to spit out a breath that was obviously weak in the follow-up. .
The black dragon is not the strongest among the dragons. In fact, the black dragon that likes to live in swamps and caves is far less powerful than the red dragon. Its breath is not as loud and hot as the red dragon's breath. The black dragon's breath is more like spraying venom. Poisonous snakes are in the shape of a line, and occasionally they are deliberately thinned into mist to increase the attack area. However, because the black dragon's breath mainly relies on corrosiveness to kill, naturally the more concentrated it is, the better the effect will be.
It's a pity that the old black dragon's feeble breath is similar to that when urinating. Although it won't fall on the feet when it comes up, don't expect it to spray too far. It has more of a deterrent effect.
But to the ogre, all this is like showing flirtatious looks to a blind man. He is not a goblin and will be frightened by this small scene. Even if the ground is corroded by the acid breath, he He stepped on it without hesitation, and then his foot slipped and he fell down on the spot.
Although this black dragon is old and frail and has only a few years left to live, he still becomes a spirit in old age, let alone an old dragon that is hundreds of years old.
Although the energy and blood have declined, the magic power brewing in the dragon's body has become more mellow, the skills are also proficient, and the experience is richer, so it seems to be spitting out a weak dragon's breath, but in fact, it is a greasy technique secretly performed.
At this time, there was no bluff intimidation in the old black dragon's eyes, only a touch of mockery and malice.
When the old black dragon saw the ogre that dared to challenge its status fall down, it held its head high, and then gently rubbed the dragon's claws. A spark instantly ignited the thick grease splashed by the grease spell, and suddenly a blazing flame covered its entire body. The grease-covered Owen was on fire, and his posture was so elegant that it attracted cheers and praises from countless goblins.
Silo, who sneaked in secretly, turned green when she saw this. Do you know how much she suffered and suffered in order to fool this ogre and come to work as a thug? So what is she doing all this time?
Fortunately, Owen stood up again and calmly patted the flames on his body. When he found that it couldn't be wiped off, he didn't care and continued rushing with the stick, but this time every time he landed, his feet sank deeply into the ground firmly. Stay still, no amount of grease will help.
The tenacity of this ogre surprised the old black dragon a little bit, but in its long life, it has never seen any opponent. All kinds of magic came at will, pressing Owen to the ground and bombarding him wildly. Silo, who was watching the battle, was in a state of anxiety, fearing that he would never get up again.
But Owen's toughness is beyond the imagination of the old black dragon and Silo. The combined attacks are enough to level a town to the ground, but they can't break through the defense. What kind of material is this ogre made of? !
If Owen knew what they were thinking, he would definitely tell them what a full-level golden bell is and what it means to be invulnerable to water, fire and water.
The old black dragon was a little panicked. Although its magic power was powerful, its body was too old. Excessive use of magic would be a big burden for it. What's more, its injuries have not improved and are now starting to worsen.
Owen was keenly aware that there was an inappropriate pause in the old black dragon's successive attacks, so he reacted immediately.
"Blood-devouring Technique!" The thick red light representing the advanced blood-devouring technique enveloped his whole body. Owen's already huge body suddenly became even larger, and his muscles expanded to the limit. His whole body was like a violent version of the Hulk. , the power increased to an incredible level, and even Owen himself had difficulty controlling it. As soon as he raised his feet, he flew into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he passed through the magic bombing and arrived in front of the old black dragon.
Neither party expected this scene, but Owen's ogre's instinct came into play, because the ogre was too lazy to think and relied on instinct most of the time. Therefore, before Owen could recover, the stick had already been swung. passed.
The old black dragon was stretching his neck to concentrate on casting spells, but this time he was hit hard.
As it grows older, the original simple bone spurs and horns of the black dragon will gradually grow a large number of exoskeletons and cuticles, forming an additional layer of defense. Ordinary swords can only break this way when slashed, but the mixed iron rod is made of black iron and iron. Forged from a mixture, it is a little short of a magic weapon, but in terms of strength, it can make most sharp weapons useless. In addition, Owen's strength has now increased to an exaggerated level, and the hyperplastic exoskeletons protecting both sides of the head have no effect. The impact was too great, and the mixed iron rod was smashed into pieces, and then the remaining force fell on the side of the old black dragon's face.
The few remaining teeth of the old black dragon were greatly damaged by this blow. At least seven or eight huge dragon teeth were thrown out from the dragon's mouth. The whole head was also thrown to the side of the body under the huge force. The impact made me dizzy, and the sound from my neck made my teeth ache.
This black dragon is really too old, so old that he has nothing but empty frames. Maybe he could fool the enemy with just one breath before, but after being beaten away by Owen with a stick, he suddenly rolled his eyes and let out a breath full of putrid smell. The belly leaked out, and the old black dragon stopped moving.
The goblin who was originally wailing and cheering to support his old master saw that the old black dragon was gone. He bent his legs on the spot and slid to his knees in front of Owen to pay respects to his new master.
The goblins' attitude changed so smoothly that Owen didn't react for a while. There was always an illusion that these goblins had always been his subordinates, because the other party's actions were all from the heart, and they were truly loyal. At Owen.
In fact, this is not surprising. Goblins never care who their master is. Whoever is stronger is their master, and as long as the master is not dead, they will not betray. If he dies, of course they will join the new master. It doesn't matter. ask.
Therefore, after Owen did not start killing and acquiesced to their surrender, these goblins immediately raised their hands and cheered, and lit a fire and prepared pots to please their new masters with rich delicacies. As a result, all the goblins who were disliked by Owen were rushed aside, and then He used his eyes to indicate Silo, who appeared at an unknown time.
After seeing Owen's gaze, Silo, who was originally shocked that the battle ended like this, took a deep breath on the spot, and immediately opened the bear's skin with a pair of plumps, revealing an abyss, which was then covered up again as she exhaled. Just like Silo's inner anger, it went from high to low.
Resisting the thought of poisoning the ogre, Silo began to prepare dinner, because her dream of being a drow mistress still needed this ogre to maintain.