Keyboard Immortal Chapter 460: Dragon Language Spirit

A group of people hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield and came to a forest, before the sound of chasing and killing behind them disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Zaan asked Sang Hong, who was on the side with some doubts: "Isn't the embroidered messenger able to act on behalf of the emperor? Directly ask for the imperial edict, all the bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods have been suppressed, where's the use of it? Running for your life in such a hurry?"

The last time in Mingyue City, the scene where the opponent asked for the imperial edict is still fresh in my memory. The 3,000 elite red robes are only stronger than these rebels in terms of combat effectiveness.

Sang Hong replied: "After all, there are only a few people who have seen embroidered messengers make shots before, let alone continuous shots? In my opinion, they can't just ask the imperial decree if they want to, and they must pay a lot of money. The price."

"In addition, the embroidered messengers share the worries of the emperor. If they have to ask the emperor to take action, doesn't it seem that they are disadvantaged? So unless absolutely necessary, most of them will not ask for the imperial decree."

Hearing his analysis, Zaun roughly understood what was going on. The imperial decree was equivalent to a nuclear weapon, and it was mostly deterrence and could not be used for conventional warfare.

Huang Huihong snorted: "Sir Sang, don't make random guesses..."

At this moment, several long swords suddenly stretched out from the ground, directly piercing the horse's stomach, and then stabbing the embroidered messenger on the horse's back.

The timing of these people was very good, just as the embroidered messenger had just relaxed his vigilance, and his attention was attracted by Sang Hong's words.

So this sudden killer caught them by surprise. Although the embroidered messengers were well-trained and hurriedly jumped from their horses to dodge, two embroidered messengers took a step behind, and they and the horses were taken by a sharp sword. plug together.

Zuan gasped as he watched, subconsciously covering his butt, how painful it must be.

However, those embroidered messengers who jumped into the air to dodge were also uncomfortable, because several black lights suddenly shot in the air.

Zuan's eyes narrowed. He was all too familiar with this black light. The last time he was almost killed by an arrow in Jibei City, it was this kind of black light.

Could it be that the rebels were trying to kill me?

Those embroidered messengers in mid-air waved their soul chains in an attempt to shoot down the lasing feather arrows, but unfortunately the night elves didn't make a move.

Their bows and arrows have been in the air for a long time, and they are only fired when they are in mid-air while the crowd is hiding from the underground assassination.

In this way, many embroidered messengers are old and new, and there is no way to avoid them.

The screams sounded, and immediately two more embroidered messengers bloomed with blood on their chests, and were shot dead on the spot by the sneak attacking bows and arrows.

Although the other people fled in embarrassment, they were all injured.

Yellow-grey-red hurriedly summoned his companions to his side, leaning against the prison car, his face very ugly.

You have to know that there are ten embroidered messengers in total. Before, two companions in the small town inn died inexplicably. In this raid just now, four people died unexpectedly. Now the remaining embroidered clothes There are only four messengers including him.

At this time, the enemy also slowly appeared. Several night elves flew out from the ground, and a few others jumped down from the trees in the distance, and they all approached the prison cart.

Zuan roughly counted them. There were a total of eight night elves, five men and three women. They were all dressed in black, and their faces were covered with black veils. The eyes were somewhat different from those of humans, and the pupils were red.

Sang Hong on the side sighed: "The night elves are as good at assassination as they say in the legend. The killing round just now wiped out nearly half of the embroidered messengers. I'm afraid we are in a bit of trouble today."

Although Huang Huihong's face was gloomy, he didn't have a fearful expression, but stared coldly at the approaching crowd: "Who are you under orders, do you know that the robbery is the end of the Jiu Clan!"

"Nine clans?" One of the night elves snorted coldly, "Our homeland has already been destroyed by your human race, how can there be any nine clans?"

Seeing the hatred in the opponent's eyes, Huang Huihong knew that it would be difficult to be kind today, and roughly weighed the fighting strength of the two sides. The opponent had the upper hand in terms of numbers and average cultivation.

He said in a deep voice: "You should know that we can act on behalf of the emperor, and once the imperial decree is requested, you will also be wiped out."

Unless it was a last resort, he really didn't want to ask for the imperial edict. The reason was similar to what Sang Hong analyzed before.

"The decree?" The night elves laughed contemptuously, as if they didn't care.

Yellow-grey-red's heart skipped a beat, always feeling that something was not right today, so he no longer hesitated, and went straight to the east to kneel and respectfully put his hands in front of him: "I will wait for the enemy to block the road ahead, please the emperor ..."

Zuan on the side was a little excited. Finally, he could see the scene of the imperial decree repression. He couldn't be beaten by his own people every time. Let's watch such a big killer bully others.

Who knew that an old voice suddenly came from the side: "Get up!"

Hearing this voice, the yellow-grey-red who was kneeling on the ground to invite the Holy Spirit involuntarily stood up, and then the ceremony of asking the Holy Spirit was naturally interrupted.

Several embroidered messengers on the side stared at him in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly got up.

Yellow, gray and red are also inexplicable, and subconsciously looked back in another direction.

At this time, an old man walked slowly from the depths of the woods, with a dragon-headed cane in his hand, and his body trembled as if he was about to fall at any time.

It's just that Zuan has not dared to look down on these old men who look like they are going to fall when the wind blows. They are more sinister than anyone else, and most of them are deliberately pretending to be harmless. Appearance to numb the enemy's psychology.

At the same time, he glanced at his head a little strangely. On both sides of his head, above his ears, there were a pair of horns, which were different from the horns of ordinary herbivores. His horns were not large. It looks more like a pair of ornaments, but it has an inexplicable power.

At this time, the yellow-grey-red complexion changed dramatically, and he knelt down again and began the holy invitation ceremony, but this time, both his movements and the speed of his speech were much faster than before.

If there was a bit of pretence to show off just now, there is an imminent panic at this time.

At this time, the old man pointed at the yellow-grey-red with the dragon head stick in his hand: "Silence!"

The yellow-grey-red voice disappeared immediately, and all he could see was that he kept his mouth open, but no sound came out.

"I'm going, what's going on?" Zaun watched in shock.

Sang Hong explained: "This old man should be a high-level dragon."

"Dragon?" Zaan glanced at the old man's slender body, but it didn't look like it, did I never see a dragon?

He still remembers the red dragon on Longyin Mountain back then.

As if seeing his doubts, Sang Hong replied: "Ordinary dragons need to cultivate to a very high level before they can transform into shape, and there are still considerable risks, but high-level dragons don't have to, they are almost always born. Can be transformed into a human form.”

Zuan was suddenly enlightened, and finally understood why the opposite angle on the old man's head looked so familiar.

At this time, Zheng Dan on the side was also curious: "Why did Commander Huang suddenly lose his voice?"

Sang Hong looked at the old dragon clan in the distance: "This is another innate ability of the advanced dragon clan, dragon language spirit."

"Dragon language spirit?" Zaan suddenly remembered that Shang Liuyu had also mentioned to him in school before that the dragon family had a secret art of language spirit that other races envied.

Just need to say some simple words, it can be turned into reality, in a sense, it can be said to follow the law.

Zu An is envious in his heart, shouldn't it be the patent of keyboard warriors to speak the law, when will I have this ability.

"I didn't expect the Dragon Clan to get involved. Your face is really big enough." Sang Hong gave Zaan a complicated look.

Zu An was also a little hairy. Didn't he say that a good emperor is the strongest in the world? Why is his subordinates being beaten by other forces so they can't find the North?

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I didn't take a nap yesterday because of something, but at night my mental state was so bad Just went to bed, sorry, I'll make up for it today