Blasphemy: 2 traps in total

The afternoon sun shines through the dense trees on the grass. There is a pile of rubble in the middle of the grass. Among the rubble, three young bipedal dragons nearly one meter long are sleeping soundly.

A loud huffing noise woke up the three little flying dragons. They crawled excitedly to the rocks, hooked the rocks with their claws on their wings, stretched their necks as hard as they could, and opened their mouths, which were half a foot long. Although he is young, the sharp teeth he has had since he was born are still scary to look at.

A four-meter-long adult wyvern flew back through the woods, holding a fat wild boar on its powerful hind paws. It circled around the pile of rocks and dropped the boar. The three small flying dragons immediately pounced on him and started biting him violently.

The adult wyvern circled twice more, feeling that the number of small wyverns was a little less. It suddenly saw a young wyvern lying prone next to a pile of rocks. The side of the little flying dragon's neck was cut open, and blue blood flowed all over the floor. The adult wyvern let out a mournful scream and landed on the ground. It sniffed the surrounding ground carefully, then suddenly raised its head to the sky and screamed miserably, the scream echoing throughout the valley.

After a while, the sound of flapping wings kept sounding, and one after another bipedal flying dragons flew from everywhere. They sniffed next to the dead little wyvern for a long time, then flew away into the sky and scattered in all directions. The adult wyvern kept screaming miserably until the last wyvern flew away. It then fluttered its wings, circled in the air, and chose a direction to fly away.

At this time, the three small wyverns that had not yet opened their eyes had eaten most of the wild boar, retreated back into the pile of rocks, and were ready to have a good sleep.

In the shadow of the forest, two figures moved extremely quickly among the trees. They hold long swords painted green and will stop from time to time to check the surrounding environment and the ground before moving forward.

The older one came to a big tree and carefully observed the thick trunk, and finally found a vague scratch mark. He looked at the ground around the big tree, then closed his eyes and sniffed the air for a long time.

Another young man came over and asked in a low voice: "Hey! Old John, did you find anything?"

Old John opened his eyes and said: "Fas, you are still so impatient! This is not how a bushranger should behave!" After that, he pointed to the left and forward with certainty and said: "He should have just left from this direction not long ago."

Fasi hurriedly carved a few magic symbols on a big tree nearby, then put his hand on it and began to mutter a spell. Several rays of green light emitted from his hand, circled several times, and disappeared into the trunk of the tree. The magic symbols also lit up and disappeared into the tree trunks after a moment.

Fas clapped his hands and said proudly: "Old John, look, my casting speed is a little faster, right? In fact, is a tenth-level magician worthy of being so cautious? In the forest, who is our jungle cruise? His opponent? The name of my divine arrow Fas is not for nothing. When we catch up with him, let him try the taste of my arrows of the seven snakes."

Old John frowned and said: "Fas, don't you feel it? The forest has not been very peaceful these days, and the wind is blowing with a violent breath. Especially just now, this breath seemed It’s become stronger! Let’s be more careful.”

Fasi laughed and said: "Even if there are any dangerous monsters in the forest in this area, we two twelfth-level jungle rangers can't defeat them, so why can't they escape? Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. . Hurry up and chase, complete this task early and be freed early. Two hundred gold coins are enough for us to live a comfortable life for three years!"

While he was talking, a small drop of water fell from the sky and landed on Faas's neck. He didn't pay attention and wiped it away. Turning his head, Faas saw Old John staring intently at his neck. He asked a little strangely: "Hey, Old John, what's wrong with you?"

Old John said nothing, glanced upward, and quickly climbed up the tree.

Fasi felt strange. He suddenly found that his palm was blue! He brought his hand to his nose, took a whiff, and exclaimed: "It's a flying dragon!"

Old John has jumped down to the ground, holding the body of a young wyvern in his hand, his face ashen. He said hurriedly: "Run away! This is a trap!"

Fasi woke up instantly. The wyvern is a monster that likes to live in groups. It is ferocious in nature, powerful, quick in movement, and not too low in intelligence. It is definitely a very dangerous monster. Judging from the corpse that Old John brought down, it was still a highly venomous short-tailed dragon! If a wyvern baby is injured, the whole clan will often go out to hunt for the culprit. Their extremely developed sense of smell allows them to easily track the whereabouts of intruders.

The body of the young wyvern in front of me was placed right here. Who else could be so wicked except the fat pig?

Fasi cursed, not daring to stop, and quickly followed Old John to escape.

A strong wind came from behind the two of them! The Bushrangers were famous for their quick reflexes, and the two quickly fell to the ground and rolled to both sides.

With a whoosh, a huge five-meter long flying dragon flew almost close to the ground. Its two powerful hind claws plowed two deep grooves on the ground. The fishy smell in its mouth made the two of them My head is slightly dizzy.

Fasi quickly turned over and half-knelt on the ground, dropped his sword, picked up his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot three arrows in the blink of an eye! The flying dragon was too huge to dodge, and all three arrows hit its left wing firmly. A cold air spread over the place where the arrow hit, forming an ice flower about a foot in diameter.

Fasi knew that this kind of short-tailed flying dragon was highly poisonous, and that all highly poisonous things must be highly resistant to poison, so he did not take out his proud Arrow of the Seven Snakes, but instead used ice arrows. , hoping to reduce the mobility of this huge but very agile monster. The result was a hit.

The flying dragon flapped its wings a few times and finally fell crookedly to the ground. Seeing the opportunity, Old John quickly pounced and stabbed the wyvern in the back of the neck with his sword. The two-legged flying dragon turned its head and took a bite like lightning! The one-and-a-half-foot-long giant mouth bit Old John's long sword in one bite, then raised his head and threw him far away.

A long black arrow struck again, this time blinding one of the wyvern's eyes. It hissed in pain, and then hissed in the distance, and quickly approached here.

"It's a group of flying dragons!" Old John's expression changed drastically. While the diminutive flying dragon was still struggling, he pulled out a short sword and pounced on it, shouting: "Fas! Run away! Remember to take care of Mary and Xiaolan for me." Ni!"

Fasi hesitated. At this moment, the bipedal flying dragon hit Old John with a sword, but also bit his left arm. The giant mouth closed, and as Old John screamed, it bit off an arm!

With tears in Fasi's eyes, he gritted his teeth and turned around, sprinkling a piece of gray powder that could conceal his aura, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

Under a cliff, there is a small shed, which is well camouflaged by leaves and vines. There was a small fire pit in the center of the shed, and the fire burning in the pit was obviously magic flame, without a trace of smoke. There was a stone pot on the fire, boiling a pot of dark purple liquid, and a few pieces of mushrooms were turned over from time to time. Rogge sat in front of the jar, carefully holding the poison glands of four wyverns stained with blue blood. He didn't dare to squeeze directly, but used his mental strength to **** a few small holes in it, and drops of blue-black venom dripped into the jar.

These four poison glands were taken from a young short-tailed flying dragon. The younger this short-tailed dragon is, the more poisonous it is. This allows wyvern hatchlings with low fertility to have a greater chance of survival.

Rogg silently counted the time and put a dozen wooden arrows about a foot long and as thin as a finger into a pot and boiled them. When the sun was about to set, these wooden arrows were fully cooked and turned into dark blue. He took out these wooden arrows with great care and lined them up. The silver light in Rogge's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the wooden arrows floated into the air one after another. Then wood powder fell like rain, and tiny magic symbols were carved on the arrows one after another by Rogge's mental power.

As he muttered something, a bright red light flashed, and the wooden arrows turned into a strange bright purple color and fell to the ground one after another. Three arrows exploded into a cloud of sawdust in the air. Rogge counted and made a total of eleven magic arrows. In any case, he is also Faith's direct disciple, and his skills in refining some basic magic equipment are passable. The recipe for refining poison that I learned from Froya is also very useful. No, I use it now.

The venom of the Wyvern can directly act on the victim's heart, causing it to stop beating instantly. Those flying star magic mushrooms can neutralize the effects of sacred mana. This means that the effect of detoxification magic will be greatly weakened unless the detoxification potion is drank directly. Finally, the small wooden arrow was added with three magics: barrier penetration, acceleration, and tracking. It is a pity that the wooden arrow itself is not made of good material and is not very lethal. Fortunately, these arrows can be fatal just by piercing a little skin.

If these arrows were sold in the Hammer of the God of War, they would cost eighty gold coins each, right? Roger instinctively assessed the price.

He then gave a wry smile. It was impossible for him to escape without involving War God's Hammer. He only hoped that the brothers would be flexible and draw a clear line with him in time to get out of trouble as soon as possible.

"However," Rogge thought proudly, "With all my abilities, I am not as good as a fish in water? Huh! The crows in the world must be as black as black, and the profiteers in the world must be the same. As long as you avoid being chased by those **** in the church, I am another good man! When I become rich and powerful, you ***, you must avenge me! This revenge..."

Rogge, who was struggling to keep his spirits up, suddenly thought of the Pope and couldn't help but shuddered again. He knew in his heart that with the Pope's unfathomable strength, he might not be able to defeat him in this lifetime. I wonder if Rodriguez challenges the Pope one-on-one, will the result be a win or a loss? But this necromancer didn't even have a chance to challenge the Pope. Instead, he was hunted by the church and fled for four hundred years!

It can be seen that personal strength is one aspect. If you want to plot against the church, someone with money is essential. Roger thought viciously. He had already secretly vowed to kill everyone in the church. If the insidious villain becomes ruthless, his persistence will be unwavering.

He walked out of the small temporary shelter, looked at the dozens of flying dragons flying up and down in the distant forest, and smiled. No matter who you are, if you mess with such a large group of wyverns, there must be no good ending, right? But this lost dog still needs to be beaten. Rogge is very short of equipment now!

The restlessness of the bipedal flying dragons quickly subsided, and more than a dozen flying dragons began to fly towards the nest. Rogge frowned. After all his hard work, could it be that he failed to face the large group of pursuers? Even the pursuer vanguard with more than a dozen people wouldn't be so bad, right? These bipedal dragons alone can't do anything to Karajan, but his men will definitely suffer a lot of damage. But what's going on now? It seemed like the wyverns easily killed their enemies.

Rogg put away the magic arrow and quietly moved toward the battlefield that had just calmed down.

Under an ancient tree, Faas collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. He carefully opened his shirt, revealing a half-foot-long, deep wound. Fasi found some medicine and applied it on the wound, then drank a bottle of antidote. After doing this, his face was covered with sweat in pain and his whole body was weak.

He cursed in a low voice. Under normal circumstances, how could a bipedal flying dragon be an opponent of a high-level jungle ranger like him? If Zhang Huang hadn't run for his life, he wouldn't have been caught like this by a bipedal flying dragon.

He had just taken care of the wound when a light gray magic light ball flew out of the trees and hit him. A numbness quickly spread throughout his body.

Fasi was very calm. He was also a veteran and knew that the paralysis spell would not last long due to his superb magic resistance, but he still pretended to be panicked.

At this time, a fat man on the opposite side came over through the bushes. It was Rogge whom he had been following for several days. However, what Fasi didn't expect was that Rogge's experience in the jungle was not too bad, and what he did was far from the aristocrat's persistence and elegance.

Roger took out a vine and quickly tied Fasi firmly. Then they tied his feet and hung him upside down from a tree, keeping his head about one meter above the ground, just in time for Rogge to sit down and ask questions comfortably. After doing this, Rogge leaned against the tree, took out a crude hand crossbow and pointed it at Fas. Although the crossbow was a little broken, the short arrow shining with purple-black light on it made Fasi shudder. He even smelled a familiar smell...

"Did you attract those flying dragons!? You despicable pig! Did you know that you killed Old John?" Fass was furious and his face turned red.

Rogg casually picked up a tree vine and slapped it hard between Fasi's legs. With just one blow, he was silent and unable to breathe. Rogge once again raised the vines high, frightening Fasi to the point where his face turned purple, and he reluctantly shouted for mercy. Rogge just pretended not to hear and whipped him hard again!

Bah bang bang! He was whipped more than a dozen times before stopping to take a breath. The resentment accumulated over the past few days had dissipated a lot. Looking at that Fasi, he had passed out from the pain, and there was a **** mess between his legs, but Rogge carefully avoided his important guy. Keeping this thing can still give this Fas some hope, lest he want to die and be unable to find out anything.

Rogg recited a small spell, and a piece of ice-cold water was poured on Fasi's injury. Fasi screamed and woke up again.

"Are you calm down now? These were just appetizers and desserts. The main meal hasn't started yet!" Rogge looked at Faas with a sinister smile and stabbed his lifeblood with the cane in his hand.

"You devil! You are not a noble at all! You are not a knight! Despicable! Let me tell you, I am a senior member of the 'Green Brothers'! 'Arrow' Faas! Many people in the Brotherhood know me! You If you kill me, you will become enemies with tens of thousands of bushrangers, rangers and even druids! I advise you to let me go, so that if you are caught by the church in the future, I can help you beg for help. Qing, spare your life!" Fasi said, becoming a little arrogant again.

Rogg smiled sinisterly, and slapped Fasi's injury with another whip, and Fasi immediately screamed in agony.

"My patience is not very good, so you'd better answer my questions honestly. No matter what kind of magic arrow or fairy bow you used to be, now you are just a hanging man. Maybe next time I miss my hand and draw It doesn’t necessarily matter if your guy is dead. At that time, even if I let you go, you will never have a chance with a woman in your life."

"You devil! I...I said..." Faas still succumbed to Rogge's power.

"Very good! If you told me earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much, right? Now tell me, how did you pass the information about me to the large group of people behind you? Don't play any tricks. Ah!" Rogge waved his whip deliberately in front of him.

Fass faithfully summoned all the magic and information needed to communicate with the rear. During this period, I fainted twice from the pain, but Rogge poured ice water on me and woke me up both times. Rogge repeatedly cross-examined some details, often jumping back to the beginning and asking Fass to recount the story again. It wasn't until after asking seven or eight times that all the details were correct that Rogge felt at ease with Fasi's confession.

Rogg also asked something very interesting from Fasi, that is, it seems that chasing himself is not the only purpose of the church's pursuers. According to Faas, another mission of the pursuers is related to the elves hidden in the central mountains. What the specific content of this mission is is not something that a little person like Fasi can know. Faas only knew that an ancient parchment in Chrisma's hand was related to the elves hidden in the forest.

Roger suddenly realized. No wonder the Doomsday Judgment Group would dispatch two of the three giants to hunt down an insignificant person like himself. It turned out to be for another purpose. Rogge smiled coldly and thought gloomily: "Although I can't deal with you, I still have the ability to make trouble for you and hold you back! Let's see!"

Finally, Rogge asked the pursuers in detail about their strength, number, occupation and level, and then the torture ended.

Rogg put Fasi down, but then took off his magic leather armor and all weapons, scrolls and potions. Faas, who was seriously injured, doubted whether he could walk out of the forest alive with his bare hands. But now that I have finally managed to save my life, can I still care about so much? It would be better to leave this devil as soon as possible.

He reluctantly walked more than a dozen steps when he suddenly heard the sound of a bow string ringing behind him. Then his vest felt a slight pain, and the wound immediately became numb. "Despicable! You promised to let me go..." He wanted to shout, but his voice stopped in his throat and could not come out.

Fas fell down, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

Roger just counted to fifteen.

The fat man nodded, very satisfied with the power of his poisonous arrows. Fifteen seconds to death! Unless the person hit by the arrow drinks the magic antidote immediately, otherwise, he will definitely die if he hesitates for a moment! Having said that, I heard that there are still many light mages among the pursuers. By the time they discovered that the antidote magic had failed, the person who had been hit by the arrow was probably already dead.

That wyvern colony needs to be put to good use. It would be a pity to leave such a powerful yet simple-minded monster unused.

For Karajan, the hunt suddenly became less smooth. Rogge obviously realized that the pursuer behind him was very close, and he obviously sped up his escape speed.

In two days, Karajan led his team to wipe out a goblin village, encountered two wolf attacks, and also waded through a swamp with difficulty. Three knights and one law enforcer were already injured, and one of the knights was seriously injured. Karajan had no choice. There was no Light Mage by his side, and the primary recovery spell he knew had no effect on such a serious injury. He had no choice but to send a knight to **** the wounded back to the brigade led by Charisma.

There was also good news during this period. According to the magic message sent back by Faas, he had shot Rogge with an arrow. But Rogge was very alert and ran away with the arrow.

Karajan is very aware of the power of Fas’s five ‘Arrows of the Seven Snakes’. This kind of arrow not only contains toxins that can continuously erode magic power, but also has a curse effect, which can greatly reduce the magician's success rate in casting spells. It is simply the nemesis of the magician. Because of this, the Green Brotherhood sent Faas to participate in this hunt. Rogge was still able to escape after being hit by an arrow, which made Karajan couldn't help but curse Fass and Old John for their uselessness.

Another day passed without any news, and Karajan was finally delighted to see the light spot representing Rogge finally displayed on the "Heaven Roulette". He was actually less than fifty kilometers ahead!

Karajan was overjoyed and immediately led the remaining three knights, five law enforcers and a jungle ranger in pursuit. However, where he couldn't see it, the two knights he sent back had turned into corpses forever.

After galloping for more than an hour, Karajan was already less than ten kilometers away from Rogge. At such a close distance, Rogge's specific location can no longer be displayed on the Sky Realm Roulette.

At this time, Karayang's horse suddenly neighed and stood up! Fortunately, Karayang's martial arts skills were extremely high. With a little extra force on his hands, he easily suppressed the war horse. However, the riding skills of his enforcers were somewhat poor, and two of them were caught off guard and fell off their horses.

At this time, the war horses seemed extremely restless, circling constantly, trying desperately to run back. The jungle ranger suddenly screamed: "No! We have broken into the territory of the wyvern!"

The sound of giant beasts flapping their wings kept coming from the woods on all sides, and shrill screams echoed around. The Jungle Ranger's face began to turn pale and he shouted: "It's over! This is not a small community. It seems that there are at least forty bipedal dragons!" Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, and then he received a heavy blow. slap in the face.

Karajan advanced and retreated like the wind, and everyone present could not see clearly how he returned to his horse after being slapped.

Karayang snorted coldly and said: "What kind of evil beast is the flying dragon! With me, Karayang, the angel in charge of the body, many flying dragons will become the dead souls under my sword!"

After saying that, he drew his sword in his hand and chanted a spell in a low voice. After a moment, his long sword glowed with milky white holy light. Karayang raised his sword and swung it, with him as the center, the milky white holy light dispersed in all directions. All the subordinates glowed slightly with white light, and their strength and agility increased a lot. As an angel who has descended, Karajan's special skill "Group Blessing" is very powerful and extremely practical in group battles.

A shadow passed across the sky.

A gust of wind blew by, and a huge bipedal flying dragon swooped down. Karayang roared angrily, and the milky white vindictiveness around him rolled endlessly, as if it were real. He rose into the sky, swung his long sword, and a half-moon-shaped sword light flew out to meet the flying dragon!

Karajan and the flying dragon crossed each other in the air, and he struck another sword with his backhand! Everyone felt that their eyes suddenly lit up, as if a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, and for a while they could no longer see clearly what was happening.

The flying dragon swayed in the air and suddenly split into four pieces, with blue blood splattering all over the sky!

In a patch of bright blue blood beads, Karayang’s fighting spirit shines and slowly falls from the sky. Electric fire flashed from time to time on the tip of the long sword, making a beeping sound.

Seeing Karayang's power, the courage of his subordinates immediately increased. At this time, the two-legged flying dragons continued to attack one after another, and the scene gradually became chaotic. Karajan's sword just now was aimed at establishing authority and boosting morale. Now he was surrounded by four or five bipedal flying dragons. Although he kept stabbing his opponent~IndoMTL.com~, he couldn't kill them quickly in his eagerness.

The holy knights and law enforcers were also battle-hardened and quickly gathered together to form a small square formation. The Jungle Ranger stood in the center of the formation and shot an arrow at the vital part of the wyvern. These people cooperated tacitly and held firm under the ferocious attacks of more than ten bipedal flying dragons. They just waited for Lord Karayang to resolve the battle and come to help.

For a moment, the forest looked like hell, with a fishy smell and a continuous roar!

The bipedal flying dragons flew or jumped, with blue saliva flowing from their huge mouths more than a foot long, biting the intruders like lightning.

A law enforcer suddenly screamed. He was unable to protect himself and was bitten by a particularly huge bipedal flying dragon with a shield and arm. He was actually dragged out of the square alive! Several bipedal flying dragons swarmed him and tore him into pieces in the blink of an eye!

Karajan was anxious and angry, but his attacks were still steady and ruthless. In a short period of time, three bipedal flying dragons were killed by his sword. He knew in his heart that there was no need to rush at this time. Being bitten by such a poisonous monster was not fun. His men can still hold on, as long as they have five more minutes.

Unfortunately, he forgot that there was someone more dangerous than the flying dragon hidden on the battlefield.