135 Evil Dragon 4 Torture

In the golden wheat field, old Ivan, who was hunched over harvesting wheat, wiped his sweat. When he looked back, he found his son, little Ivan, staring blankly at the sky.

"Little Ivan, work quickly!"

Seeing his son's laziness, the wrinkles on his forehead couldn't help but knit together deeply, and the white hair on his head looked even pale and feeble in the sunset.

"If you don't hurry up and harvest, you will be destroyed by monsters at night, and you will starve!"

"Father, I'm not lazy..." After hearing Old Ivan's scolding, little Ivan came to his senses instantly, pointed at the sky in horror and shouted, "Heaven, there seems to be a monster in the sky!"

"monster?"

Old Ivan was startled. He looked in the direction of little Ivan's finger with his dull eyes, and found a black dot that looked like a big bird in the sky flying towards their village.

"Is it a falcon?"

Old Ivan looked at it dimly for a while, then looked back at the hunter who was on alert on the arrow tower at the head of the village, feeling slightly relieved.

"Don't worry about it..."

Old Ivan picked up a handful of harvested wheat and placed it on a wooden cart piled high aside, and continued to scold his son:

"The hunter who controls the crossbow in the village is responsible for chasing away the falcons that invade the territory. Come and work for me quickly! You must finish harvesting this piece of wheat and bring it back to the village before dark!"

Little Ivan, who had thick blond hair, had obviously better eyesight than old Ivan. He stared at the black spots getting closer and closer in the sky for a while, feeling even more terrifying in his heart.

"Father, that's not a falcon." Little Ivan said, his voice trembling, "Yes, yes...yes..."

"It's a flying monster dragon beast!" Little Ivan said at the end, almost roaring, "Let's run to the village quickly!"

"Asshole!" Old Ivan suddenly straightened up, pointed at his son's nose and yelled, "You unsatisfactory bitch, don't think about making excuses to be lazy all day long!"

"The dragon beasts around here were wiped out by the enterprising nobles decades ago when I was still young!"

"I have lived for decades, and I have never seen a dragon beast again!" Old Ivan shouted angrily, with a ferocious look on his face, "If you don't work hard for me, you won't be allowed to eat tonight! "

"Father!" Little Ivan's face turned red with anxiety. Seeing the monster in the sky flying closer and closer, his thin body couldn't help but tremble, and he was about to cry out of fear.

"I really didn't lie to you, let's run!" Little Ivan said, picking up his father and running away into the village.

Suddenly being pulled away by his son, old Ivan was so angry that he said, "You bastard, open your hands. Look at the neighbors who are busy harvesting nearby. Is there anyone like you?"

"Dong——"

Just as the father and son were entangled, the small bell hanging on the watchtower as a warning was rung "dong dong dong".

"what happened?"

"Why did the bell suddenly ring..."

Suddenly, they heard a rapid ringing of bells, and all the farmers who were busy harvesting in the wheat fields were shocked. They looked up and looked around blankly, then suddenly abandoned all their tools and fled in the direction of the village in horror.

"No, it's a warning bell that a monster is coming!"

"Go back to the village quickly!"

Seeing the farmers running around, old Ivan no longer bothered to scold his "lazy" son. He rushed to the wooden cart and was about to push the cart into the village.

The heavy wooden wheels made a "beep" sound on the wet ground, and they moved forward slowly with difficulty.

"Father, go quickly!"

Seeing his father struggling to push the wooden cart forward, little Ivan was suddenly sweating profusely: "It's too late, if you don't run, the monster will catch up!"

"Asshole, all this year's wheat is here. If you don't pull it back, do you want to wait to starve to death!" Old Ivan turned back suddenly, his face full of ferocious anger, "Come here and help me push the cart!"

Seeing old Ivan angry, little Ivan was even more frightened and trembling: "Father, no, it's too late, you will die..."

"Asshole, stop talking nonsense!" Old Ivan yelled angrily, grabbed his son's hand and pressed it on the handlebar, "Push the car quickly, let your father figure out the solution!"

As Old Ivan spoke, he suddenly raised the sickle in his hand tremblingly, pointed it high at the sky, and waved it wildly.

"Jie Jie Jie... the stone meteor is coming!"

The little black dragon pretended to be a flying dragon without any sincerity, and threw rocks into the wheat fields crazily. When he saw the group of farmers fleeing in embarrassment, he couldn't help but let out bursts of arrogant and proud laughter.

"Run, run, stupid two-legged beasts, today I will let you taste the power of Uncle Long!"

When it finished throwing the stones in its hand, it suddenly sprayed streams of white air into its claws. After they condensed into huge ice cubes, it continued to pull them into broken ice and threw them into the fleeing crowd.

"Ahhhhh, winter is coming and it's hailing!"

The uncultured black dragon yelled, not knowing what mistake it had made.

Boom, boom, boom boom...

The little black dragon circled and wreaked havoc outside the village for a while, and suddenly found a grain truck moving slowly on the ground.

"Asshole, are you looking down on Uncle Long?"

"Uncle Ben Long, I performed so hard, but you still dare to move forward slowly on the ground!"

"Today, I will let you see what it means for fire to fall from the sky!"

With an evil smile flashing on his face, the little black dragon suddenly lowered its flying height, and a circular pillar of fire suddenly sprayed onto the grain truck!

"boom!"

The blazing dragon's breath flame instantly ignited the entire grain truck. In the desperate eyes of old Ivan, his grain truck filled with wheat exploded in an instant.

And his son, little Ivan, who was pushing the cart, was also directly hit by the heat wave of the flame explosion.

Whoosh!

Just when the little black dragon descended to spit fire on the grain truck, the bed crossbow that had been aiming at him on the arrow tower finally found an opportunity and fired suddenly.

The crossbow arrows, like spears, pierced the air and shot towards the little black dragon quickly.

Boom!

The little black dragon's butt shook violently and almost fell to the ground.

"Shit!"

"This food truck, which is not worth living or dying, is actually a trap?"

The little black dragon cursed angrily, and when he was about to land on the ground and catch the two "baits", he suddenly found another thick crossbow arrow shot at him from another arrow tower at the entrance of the village.

"Ah, two small arrow towers dare to shoot so arrogantly!"

The confused black dragon was instantly attracted to his attention, and immediately forgot about the two wailing and screaming farmers on the ground, and flew towards the arrow tower in a flash.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

In its violent rage, the wooden arrow tower was completely ignited by it in an instant.