Chapter 300 Heirs

The explosion caused the mountain to collapse, and gravel of large size continued to fall down on the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon.

Roddy seemed to sense what was happening behind her, but the waves of air swept over behind her, leaving them with no room for turning back.

The golden light completely suppressed the sunshine in the sky, as if the earth had been ruled by the burning flames. The violent shock waves hit the mountains hard, and the land was cut into pieces.

Everyone ran out of the other end of the canyon in one breath, and there were loud rumbling behind them. Looking back, they saw that the passage in the canyon had been blocked by countless gravels of sizes.

"Augustin...he...he died with them?" Roddy seemed a little stunned.

Everyone's heads were covered in dust, and they could hardly tell their own faces. Only Miaosi's head was buried in Roddy's arms. At this moment, she finally raised her head. Although she was so weak that she had no strength to speak, two tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes.

Although Miaosi did not hear Augustine's last words, such a violent explosion, and now she can no longer feel the breath of Augustine, she must have...

Everyone fought in this battle with great cowards. They originally had two masters, Ruolan and Old Mark, who had almost reached the Paladin level, and two magicians who had reached the level of great cultivator, but were beaten to pieces by the other party. Not only now Heisha and Ruolan have completely lost their combat power, Old Mark was also seriously injured. If Augustine hadn't sacrificed himself in the end, he would have been wiped out.

Roddy gritted her teeth and looked at everyone, but whispered: "Go!"

Everyone didn't say anything, and they knew that there was no other choice now. Escape to the beach as soon as possible and boarding the boat and leaving was the only choice.

Roddy looked at the old magician deeply. It was clearly the territory of the Kingdom of Sauron, and the team of people from the temple could actually come here, so King Sauron would definitely not be able to escape.

And I am too optimistic. The temple can rule the continent for so long, so there are naturally some of them that they are powerful. The most important thing is that my own side is strong, but in the end I lose so much.

There were no horses at this moment, and everyone could only walk. Fortunately, there were no pursuers coming from behind.

Augustine's self-destruction blocked all the pursuers for them.

On this side of the canyon, a large pit of dozens of meters had appeared on the ground, and many broken dragon warriors were scattered around it. Most of the blood had dried up, and the rest had mixed with dust and turned into red and black things.

Augustine's body had disappeared, and his fighting spirit exploded, burning every part of his body. At this moment, there was not even the metal armor left, and only a broken cross-slashing sword was left on the ground!

The sword-cutting sword is a unique sword for the Paladin, and it can be regarded as a rare good sword. At this moment, only half of the sword body is charred and inserted obliquely on the ground.

On the ground next to it, there was a thin and long sword inserted. Although the sword remained basically complete, there were several gaps in the sword edge. It was the accessory used by Yarslan.

Is the Paladin's self-destructive power extraordinary? Although this sword is a treasure of the dragon clan, it cannot withstand it.

Although Yarslan and Augustine had no bones and their souls were broken, the two swords were tightly stuck to the ground, as if they were entangled during their lifetime.

Suddenly, a hand gently stretched out and pulled out the thin sword on the ground. The hand was hidden from above the wrist in a black robe sleeve. The slender fingers pointed their fingers, gently holding the sword in their hand.

A golden light emerged from this hand and instantly enveloped the sword. The sword made a sound similar to a dragon roar, and it quickly healed automatically. The originally damaged area quickly became brand new.

The man seemed to look at the sword with satisfaction and sighed faintly!

The sunlight was blocked by the dust in the sky, and the whole sky was drowsy. The man stood under the drowsy sky, with the black robe floating, revealing a pair of white calves.

"Yarslan, I have said long ago that you will not succeed. Alas... It's a pity..." The voice was low and had an indescribable charm, as if it had an ancient chanting tone.

This guy is the mysterious man in black who has been following Yarslan in the temple!

"Yarslan, how beautiful you were when you were alive..." A hint of fanaticism and obsession appeared in those eyes, but then it dimmed: "It's a pity that after you die, hasn't it just turned into a trace of dust? Hum... I really miss your wonderful body..."

The man held a sword in one hand and took off the black cloak from his head with the other hand, revealing his face...

The lines on this face are as clear as a knife. The slender eyes do not feel like a defect, but instead give people a seductive feeling, especially the long eyelashes cover the eyes below. Under the straight bridge of the nose, the bright red mouth, and a cold smile hangs on the corner of the mouth.

Such a face is exactly the same as Arslan!

Unfortunately, there was a bulge on the slender neck... It was the male Adam's apple!

He seemed to look around: "Well, are those little guys dead? Alas... Augustine, you make me feel very distressed. Although those young guys are useless, the loss of so much will make me unable to explain to the old guys in the tribe..."

"Hmph, there is still one paladin left in the temple, and the remaining few saints are just empty-handed... Although that combination of magic is really a headache... but..." At this point, a sharp look flashed in his eyes: "Promishu... what power do you have to bind our great dragon clan?"

A long laugh rang out in this broken wilderness...

The fleeing people were not far from the sea, and they would soon arrive at a small town. Although the town was not large in size, it was a port in the southernmost part of the Kingdom of Sauron.

Roddy could no longer support him, and his weakness could no longer hold Miaosi. As everyone fled, Roddy discovered a situation that shocked him...

Nidise didn't keep up!

Old Mark took Seth and the old magician grabbed the unconscious Princess Ruolan, and hugged Muse... But Conidis disappeared!

"No need to watch it, Roddy..." the old magician said lightly: "That violent explosion, no one could survive!"

Roddy's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he quietly stared at the old magician.

The old magician was suppressed by his eyes and seemed to be a little unbearable. Roddy said lightly: "Where are you? When are you going to do it?"

"What?"

Roddy sneered: "Don't pretend anymore. Didn't the king order you to leave me on the Roland Continent?" After a pause, Roddy sneered: "This is basically the territory of the Kingdom of Soren. If it weren't for the king's intention to secretly arrange it, can the large group of people from the temple calmly sneak into here to block us? Also, we made such a big noise in the battle, and there were no troops stationed around here? Why hasn't anyone come here for so long?"

The old magician had already sweated coldly on his head and said with a reluctant smile: "You...you are very thoughtful."

Roddy sighed: "Mr. Sith, we are suffering together in the Dwarf Kingdom, so I don't want to be enemies with you, but if you are still ready to take action here, I'm afraid I have no choice."

The old magician seemed to be smiling bitterly, but his eyes were very firm! He could only hear him whisper: "Sorry, Roddy, I don't want to do this... But since I was born, I have contributed my life to the revival of the Shaka Empire!"

He had quickly taken a few steps back, stood outside the attack range of Roddy and others, and his hands were gently opened, and the magic fluctuations on his body quickly unfolded.

"Roddy!" He shouted in a low voice: "You should understand that you are not my opponent now! You suffered too much loss in the battle just now, and no one among you is my opponent now!"

But Roddy still slapped his scimitar, sneered and said, "When did you see me surrender?"

The old magician seemed to want to say something: "I just can't let you leave Roland Continent, if you are willing to go back to Wangdu with me! At least your companions don't have to die..."

Old Mark laughed a long time, jumped out with a sword, blocked Roddy behind him, and smiled and said, "Old boy, if you have any skills, you might as well use them all! Let me see what you are capable of!"

The old magician let out a long roar. With a shrill and sharp roar, four or five wind blades shot from his hands, but Old Mark's body turned into a red light and instantly blocked left and right, blocking all the wind blades shot from those directions.

Sith's voice was even more low: "It's useless! Although you are a Paladin-level warrior, you are not the opponent of the magician in this long-distance combat! Roddy, finally give you another chance. First, I will kill all of you, and then arrange this place as a false image of you being blocked by the temple! Second, if you follow me to the capital, you will be under house arrest, but your life can be preserved..."

Roddy sneered, slashed the scimitar in her hand, and shouted: "Give up!"

Old Sith seemed to sigh: "Then, forgive me, I have no choice...ah!!!"

As soon as he was halfway through his words, he suddenly let out a scream of surprise!

Half of the sword sharp edge with blood pierced out from the old magician's chest! The sword tip was still dripping with blood. The old magician saw the sword sharp edge pierced out from his chest, and his eyes almost protruded, with an incredible gaze, and he seemed unable to believe the reality in front of him!

Faced with this sudden change, Old Mark and Roddy seemed to be stunned!

Then I heard a crisp and cold voice behind Old Sith whispering: "Forgive me, although I don't want to do this, I have no choice..."

The sword was pulled out, and the old magician sucked in deeply in one breath, but could no longer spit it out. His hands were spread out, as if he wanted to try hard to grasp something, but he could not succeed, and finally fell into the dust...

Behind him, a man with blood on his body seemed to stagger there, it was Nidise!

At this moment, Needis's body was soaked in blood. His originally beautiful face lost its blood color, but looking at Roddy in his eyes, there was a deep sense of love and hate.

Roddy seemed to be stunned, and when he came to his senses and went to help Nidise, Nidise had finally fallen down.

Roddy ran over quickly and put Nidise on his shoulder. Before he could speak, Nidise suddenly opened his mouth and bit Rodie's neck hard!

She bit so hard, but she still couldn't bite Roddy. Roddy could clearly feel two lines of cold tears flowing down her neck.

"I was following you and wanted to leave..." Nidise's voice was filled with a deep resentment: "When the female dragon stabs you, you will actually push me away! Do I have no right to die with you?"

Roddy's first reaction was that he wanted to scold the woman hard, but then his throat was blocked, as if something was choked in his throat and could not say a word. He just carefully helped Nidise over. His movements were unexpectedly light, as if he was afraid that a little force would affect the wound on Nidise's body.

At this moment, Roddy could only hold Nidith with one hand and hold Miaoth with the other hand, sighing: "Okay, this is not a place to stay, we must leave quickly!"

Old Mark didn't move. He suddenly smiled bitterly, pointed to the direction of the sky, and sighed: "I'm afraid it's not that simple..."

In the sky, the sun covered by dust seemed a little obscure, and a slender figure floated there, his whole body was covered by a black robe! And in his hand, he was carrying a long and thin sword!

Although I can't see who that person was, the murderous aura on the man's body was undoubtedly revealed!

"It's so touching... I didn't expect that I was half a step late and I actually saw such a touching scene!" The man gradually landed on the ground, and his feet touched the ground, and walked over with a swaying swaying.

After seeing his face clearly, Roddy said in surprise: "Yarslan!"

"No, you were wrong." The man smiled, and the smile on his face was as feminine as moonlight: "My name is not Arslan, is my name... It is more complicated to use the language of the dragon clan, but it is translated into your human language, which means the successor of the Dragon God! You can call me 'Dragon God'!"
Chapter completed!