She Is Not a Witch Chapter 170: Brutal horned ancient dragon

Zishan Province, Kuwen County.

The fire in the mountains has been burning for a whole week, and the ground is scorched black and soft, and there is a warm feeling under the feet.

The soldiers lined up in a long straight line, paying attention to the search, stabbing the soil with long spears or bayonets from time to time, looking for possible tunnel entrances.

But after searching for nothing for a long time, the commander of the imperial army began to summon mages again, using the concussion technique, to impact the ground, and make sure to bury those underground passages on the spot.

In the ruined forest that collapsed like black charcoal, a pair of eyes protruded from the ground, quietly observing these approaching soldiers, and then this figure burrowed into the depths of the ground.

There, the remaining 100 people lay in a mess in a narrow pit. During this week, they launched several counter-charges, but unfortunately all ended in failure. In the end, only a small number of people remained Hide again.

"Have you reached this point..." After listening to the report, Tokolin stopped talking and slowly leaned against the wall.

"Tell everyone." He was already mentally prepared.

After a while of silence, everyone began to make final adjustments and rest.

Surrender is impossible, which not only deviates from their original intention, but also the other side will not accept it.

Half an hour later, another disparate battle broke out. The few remaining muskets were shot and thrown to the ground. These people rushed down the hillside holding long guns and knives.

In front of them, there are more than 2,000 neatly arranged black barrels. These imperial soldiers squatted in the front row and stood in the back row, wearing red and white military uniforms, aiming quietly, waiting for orders.

"Hmph, fire!" The commander gave the order directly, unwilling to waste any time.

Continuous gunshots sounded one after another, short blazing flames joined together, and thick blue smoke floated from the dense array.

In the flames, the running figures were hit with countless splashes of blood, like broken dolls, floating with the wind, and then slowly falling down.

The faces looked up at the white sky, black stains and dust were all over their faces, and finally their hands gradually became weak, so they let go of the long knife in their hands.

The metal blade rolled down the hillside, bumping up and down, occasionally hitting the gravel, making a sound, until it got stuck in front of a ravine, without a sound.

There is no heroic miracle, no shocking reversal, and everything ends in silence.

Looking at the scorched land where no one was standing anymore, the commander waved his sword and ordered people to search and sweep the battlefield.

"Report, sir, all the enemies have been wiped out!"

Half an hour later, a soldier ran over with small steps and stood at attention to report.

"Very well, restrain the bodies of these people and drag them back."

"Yes."

Of course he didn't want to commemorate these idealists, but wanted to wear these corpses on wooden thorns to frighten the local residents and warn them not to wishful thinking.

Two days later, a row of scorched bodies appeared on both sides of the main road in Zishan Province. These withered bodies appeared in various postures, making passing travelers and businessmen chill and fearful.

Countless people were silent, quietly passing these 'sculptures'.

"I'm late."

A man wearing a feather cap and a hunting suit rode across the road, and when he saw these scorched 'sculptures', he stopped and dismounted slowly.

He lowered the brim of his hat, looked at the black 'sculptures' in silence, carefully distinguished their appearances, and tried to recall the names.

The hand holding the rein was gradually clenched, as if to crush the leather rein into pieces.

After a long time, his mood gradually stabilized.

Writing down the names of the deceased one by one, he rode forward slowly, and finally stopped under a 'sculpture'.

Tokolin...

The formidable enemy and opponent of his youth, now he has left this world one step ahead of him.

In the past, he thought that this opponent was so talented that he couldn't match him, and he didn't want to be tricked by fate, but the opponent left first.

Tokolin used to be a nobleman, and enjoyed all the benefits brought by his status as a nobleman, but unfortunately he did not sleep in it.

The cruelty and bloodshed that he saw with the army on the westward expedition that year finally awakened him, and finally became what he is today.

Turning off the horse, standing in front of the body of this rival and friend, the man slowly took off his hat, revealing short wine-red hair and a face with a bit of vicissitudes.

Time is merciless, he is no longer the hot-blooded boy he used to be.

A lot of things began to rot slowly, and everything was not as it was originally imagined.

I once had such a dream, that Tokolin led those energetic youths to overthrow this decadent country and establish a new and beautiful country, just like the one in the west.

Unfortunately, miracles don't happen often, and they still failed.

What is more sad than not being able to find the meaning of life is that even if you find it, you will clearly realize that you will never be able to reach that state, and you will never be able to achieve the despair.

How can there be so many teenagers who slay dragons? There are more weak mortals devoured by evil dragons.

Standing on his horse, the man ran off into the distance again.

Shortly after, this 'sculpture' suddenly caught fire and burned up, leaving only gray powder that surprised the patrolling soldiers.

————

A fiery meteor pierced the night sky, leaving a long trail of flames. Two small figures landed in the most wild province in the southern region. It is a sparsely populated, dangerous and isolated place where monsters and dragons are rampant.

Jumping off the fluffy back of the phoenix, Ciaranlotte and Finnis stood on the top of the hill, overlooking the undulating red rock forest. The hot and poisonous breath gushed out from the cracks in the ground from time to time, some of which were the same color as the rocks. The big python was entrenched on the side, and several lava suzuka with long horns jumped over various gravels, looking for the dry mushrooms growing in the mountains.

These flaming-red veined mushrooms are local specialties. They are said to only grow next to geothermal crevices and have the magical power of heat poison.

In the sky, above the dark clouds, a pitch-black shadow slowly descended, and then that oppressive figure was revealed in the vision of the creatures.

With red iron scales like rocks, a ferocious head, and two rows of curved horns like teeth, this strange dragon swooped over the ground, and the strong wind brought by its wings lifted the stones and beat it into pieces. debris.

The heavy mouth opened ~IndoMTL.com~ like chewing a chicken, crushing the Suzuka, boa constrictor, stones, etc. on the ground together.

The sound of crunching bones and broken bones sounded from time to time, and violent magic flame explosions burst out of it, but these were of no concern to it.

It is the famous dragon in the south, Zevermos.

As a special Sequence 7 of Dragons, the Savage Horned Ancient Dragon, its strength is far beyond that of a general Sequence 7, even in the face of a Sequence 8, it can still fight.

"Sooner or later, I will let it surrender."

Shalanlot stood on the top of the mountain, facing the painful wind of sand grains, stared at the ferocious dragon, and slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist.

She is no longer a child. As a descendant of the Baskar family, she should be in charge of the dragons in the southern border and the most powerful violence in the world just like her ancestors.

The dragon of evil thoughts, the dragon of tyranny, no matter what kind of vicious name it is, only with strength in hand can people listen to their thoughts with peace of mind.