At this moment, the most depressed and annoyed person on the entire battlefield is probably the aborigine of the light system.

Seeing that he was finally protected by the guards of the Qing City and approached the aborigines of the dark forces, he could use light spells to attack them, but the light aboriginal raised his hand, and what happened in the end?

Didn’t even do it!

Because, his mana has not recovered enough!

"Ahhhhh!" The depressed light-type aboriginal couldn't help shouting, watching the countless feather arrows of the elven aborigines flying towards the dark forces on Cenarion's back.

The indigenous people, but they could not do anything to help. The light-type aboriginal felt his head hurt.

Why did the chain fall off at the critical moment?

"You guys protect me, and I can use my spells if you wait a little longer!" The light aborigines who had no choice but to stare angrily at the aborigines of the dark forces not far away, and at those who were clearing the city beside them

The guards gave instructions, then held the staffs in their hands tightly and began to count down the recovery time.

"Do you still need a potion to restore your mana?" The guards in Qingcheng seemed to understand the dilemma of the light aborigine and couldn't help but ask him.

"I've already drank one bottle. This is the only time it takes to recover my mana! It's useless to drink anymore!" The light-type aborigine had a distressed look on his face and couldn't help but stare at the person next to him.

The Qingcheng guards said this, feeling very depressed.

"Why don't you try our potion?" The guard of Qingcheng thought for a while and said to the light-type aborigine, "The formula of our Qingcheng potion was modified by Lord Brick.

It’s more effective than ordinary potions!”

"Better?" The aboriginal of the light system frowned, looked at the bottle in the hand of the Qingcheng guard with some disbelief, but couldn't help but ask: "How can it be better?"

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"It's better than ordinary potions anyway!" The Qingcheng guard thought for a while and said to the light-type aboriginal: "My potion was specially asked by Mr. Qing Gong, the steward, for us to bring. It is said that it is Brick.

Your Excellency took the potion made from spiritual embryos from the Lord of the City, and its recovery power is much stronger than ordinary potions!"

"Spiritual embryo?!" The light-type aboriginal was stunned for a moment, and then he doubtfully took the potion from the hand of the Qingcheng guard. After looking at it again and again, he drank it in one gulp.

Go down.

"How's it going?" The guards in Qingcheng all had expressions of curiosity and expectation on their faces. They looked at the light-type aborigine and smacked his mouth twice in retrospect, and couldn't help but continue to ask: "What do you think?

How is the mana recovery going?"

The light-type aboriginal opened his eyes, frowned and thought for a while, but did not answer the guards of Qingcheng. Instead, he directly raised the staff in his hand. The next moment, he saw an extremely bright beam.

The light instantly lit up at the top of the staff, illuminating all the surrounding areas in an instant. Naturally, it frightened the indigenous people of the dark forces and couldn't help but turn their heads and look over!
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"Hahahaha!" The light-type aboriginal couldn't help laughing excitedly, and shouted loudly at the dark-force aboriginals: "I'll let you be defeated! Let's see if I don't kill you all.

Destroyed!"

The strong light magic became even brighter, and the natives of the dark forces who surrounded Cenarion were naturally extremely frightened! At this moment, the spells of the light natives seemed to be stronger than they had before.

It's scarier than anything I've ever seen! If this really happened to them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

All the indigenous people of the dark forces suddenly became panicked.

But the native of the dark forces who was protected and still standing on Cenarion's back narrowed his eyes and pulled out the long sword from Cenarion's back, causing Cenarion to hold back again.

I kept wailing and yelling.

"You have to think clearly! This giant dragon is also of our dark type!" The aboriginal standing on Cenarion's back sneered, making the people in front of him half-dodge and move towards that

The aborigines of the light system shouted loudly: "This giant dragon is on your side, right? If you throw this light spell here, do you know the consequences? What is the state of this giant dragon now?

, you should know, right? Think about it carefully, if your spell falls, it will also fall on it! What will this giant dragon look like by then?"

Upon hearing this, the light-type aboriginal stopped the spell he was about to throw out.

"Such a weak dark-type dragon!" When the dark-type aboriginal saw the light-type aboriginal's hesitant movements, he immediately shouted more happily: "What if I really get hit by you, a light-type aboriginal?"

Spell, I'm afraid this giant dragon will die directly? No matter what, it will be seriously injured! Tsk tsk, you have to think about it, is this the result you want to see?"

The light-type native couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at the man standing on Cenarion's back, and just wanted to kill him immediately! If he hadn't injured Cenarion so badly

If it was serious, how could he hesitate now?

The dark force aboriginal rolled his eyes. After seeing that the light aboriginal seemed to be really afraid to take action, he quickly gave instructions to the other dark force aboriginals at Cenarion's feet to let those

The natives of the dark forces hid beside Cenarion, looking as if they were going to die together.

When the aboriginal person from the light department saw this, he couldn't help but became angry: "You are fooling me!"

"I'm telling the truth!" The dark force aboriginal looked at the people around him dodging the arrows of the elven aborigines, and shouted to the light aboriginal: "Just

Even if your spell falls on us, it won't be able to kill us immediately. The worst thing we can do is make us feel a little bit uncomfortable and get through it! But, look carefully at this giant dragon of yours! It's covered in wounds now.

Well, think about it, what would it be like if your light spell really fell on it and fell into its wound? Did I lie to you about these things?"

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The light-type aboriginal couldn't help but yelled in anger.

There is no way! What the man from the dark forces said is right! If he really throws this light spell on Cenarion, then Cenarion, who is now covered in wounds, will definitely die.

He was injured! It would be better if he was seriously injured. After killing all the natives of the dark forces, he could then be sent back to Qing City to rest and recover! However, if Cenarion really died like this

, then the trouble with this matter is that Cenarion was not killed by the natives of the dark forces in the end, but by him!

When I thought of this, the light on the staff of the light-type aboriginal dimmed.

"Ouch!!" At this moment, Cenarion suddenly shouted, turned to look at the light-type aboriginal, and shouted to him: "What are you afraid of! I am Lord Dragon, where can I

It’s so easy to die! How could you possibly hurt me with just a few light spells like yours!”

When the light-type aboriginal heard the sound, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Cenarion. Seeing its weak appearance, he couldn't help but yell: "What a giant dragon you are, I

Do you still know?"

"I'm afraid of you, what are you afraid of!" Cenarion yelled, and was about to say something else, but he felt another pain in his back. He couldn't help but turned his head and looked at his back, and saw

The aboriginal member of the dark force took the long sword in his hand and pulled a long gash on its body.

"Dragon, I advise you to speak less!" The native of the dark forces couldn't help but look at Cenarion as a warning and said.

"I am a dragon, and I will never succumb to the hands of you ants!" Cenarion seemed to be energized all of a sudden, struggling crazily and shouting towards the light-type aborigine.

: "What are you still waiting for? Get them off my back quickly! I am a dragon, don't be suppressed by these ants!"

The aboriginal person from the light system was still hesitant.

"Throw the spell out!" At this moment, Xingdila also shouted loudly, shouting to the light-type aboriginal: "Even if Cenarion dies, Xiaoyan can still make him

It came back alive! What are you afraid of!"

"Kill those people from the dark forces!" The leader of the Elf clan couldn't help but screamed, and shouted towards the light aboriginal: "Even if Cenarion were to die, he couldn't die in the hands of these people from the same clan.

! It is a giant dragon and must have the dignity of a giant dragon!"

A dark dragon died in the hands of a light mage. Even if word spread, no one would say that the dragon was too cowardly?

Thinking of this, the light-type aborigine couldn't help but glance at everyone. After watching everyone let him take action, he gritted his teeth and shouted at Cenarion: "Giant

Dragon! I'm telling you! You have to hold on no matter what! As long as you hold on, you will be great in the future! You will become a dark dragon that can survive the attack of a light mage.

!Do you know?”

"You don't need to tell me! I will definitely survive!" Cenarion roared to the sky, then saw that the light-type native had thrown the spell ball in its direction, so Cenarion

Leo couldn't help but turn his head to look at the indigenous people of the dark forces covering his back and tail, and sneered at them and said: "If you want to die, let's all die together!"

The dark force native man standing on Cenarion's back could not help but widen his eyes, cursed "Madman" at Cenarion, and then immediately shouted to all the dark force natives.

Said: "Retreat! Leave immediately!"

However, this was said a little too late!

Before the natives of the dark forces could completely escape from Cenarion's back, the spells of the light natives fell directly on them.

For a moment, all the natives of the dark forces clinging to Cenarion fell to the ground like dumplings, crying and screaming in pain.

"Go! Go! Go!" The dark force aboriginal suddenly shouted, holding up the long sword in his hand, looking resentfully in the direction of the light aboriginal, and then immediately turned towards

Running wildly in the distance!

At this moment, Cenarion also screamed in pain, and then fell directly to the ground out of strength, too weak to move!

Sindila and others immediately rushed to Cenarion's head and patted it again and again. Seeing that although it was weak, it didn't look like it was about to take a rest. Then they couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and let it go.

After holding on, he immediately continued to attack the surrounding indigenous people of the dark forces who had not had time to run away.

After seeing the natives of the dark force leave Cenarion, the light native no longer had any scruples, and kept throwing spells, killing all the natives of the dark force.

Those who stayed would either be caught by the guards of Qingcheng, or simply killed on the spot.

Soon, Chief Qing Gong ran out of the town with the therapists, and ran directly to Cenarion. While letting the therapists start working, he looked at Cenarion distressedly and anxiously, for fear that Cenarion would

Leo is dead!

"I can't die!" Cenarion looked at the anxious look of Chief Qing Gong and couldn't help but grinned and said to him: "When the Lord of the City comes back later, you have to tell her! I am amazing!"

"Yes, yes, yes! When the Lord of the City comes back, I will definitely tell the Lord of the City!" Manager Qing Gong nodded quickly and said to Cenarion: "But Lord Cenarion, you have to hold on! The healers are now

We are all treating you. You are fine! You are fine!"

Cenarion smiled and closed his eyes.

"Lord Cenarion!" Upon seeing this, Chief Qing Gong was so frightened that he couldn't help shouting.

"What's it called? It's too weak, it's just asleep!" The light-type aboriginal appeared out of nowhere and glanced in the direction of Cenarion's belly, with a relaxed expression.

He said to Manager Qing Gong: "Look, isn't this still breathing? It can't die!"

"You have the nerve to say that!" As soon as Manager Qing Gong heard the voice of the light aborigine, he couldn't help turning his head and shouted angrily at him: "I saw it in the town! You are facing Senali

Lord Ao also threw a spell! When you attack those dark force natives, can't you take Lord Cenarion into consideration? Look, how badly Lord Cenarion has been injured by you now?"Chapter completed!