"Old friend...we can't retreat..." said the knight in silver armor weakly.
"Damn Middle-earth!" The scarred silver dragon sighed.
"I don't know where the alliance army has reached..." Dragon Rider Commander Ousbaiya said anxiously.
"All we have to do is hold back those damned Ringwraiths!" the silver dragon growled. Born a noble, he was unwilling to shed blood for the human race, but his like-minded contract partner was a human knight. He had no choice but to join the battle. For the sake of the contract! For the sake of his brothers who shared life and death!
"We have already conquered most of Middle-earth. Now all we have to do is go to Mordor and end that tyrant! He is a demon who is on par with Morgoth!" Ospeyre had no choice but to cheer up his companions.
"Oh! Okay my friend, I'm willing to fight for you for the sake of our friendship!" The huge dragon rolled its eyes, and the silver dragon tilted its wings teasingly, and the whistling airflow carried him to dive towards the ground.
"What are you going to do?" Ousbaiah was stunned. He didn't understand what his dragon was going to do.
"Let's find a town and fill my stomach. I haven't eaten for months! Now I'm going to eat three roasted whole cows! Oh no! Five! I think you will pay for me, right?" said the Silver Dragon proudly.
"Oh my God! You really can eat!" Ousbaija shrugged helplessly while sitting on the dragon saddle.
"Of course, if you don't want to pay, I can also pluck off a few scales and pay for it myself!" said the silver dragon happily.
"Forget it, I'll pay for it!" Ousbaiya was extremely decisive.
"Time flies... A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye... You have become an adult silver dragon, and I have become a sixth-level hero! We are both chasing the footsteps of darkness and fighting against them. This time I hope there will be peace in the world!" Ousbaiya recalled, his voice full of vicissitudes and nostalgia.
"Yes! When I first met you and saved you, I knew you were destined to be my brother, friend, and knight! Fate has closely connected us!" The low-flying silver dragon turned its huge head, and its bright eyes were full of tenderness.
"Thank you for saving me from those thugs. It's a pity that you came too late, otherwise our village would not be destroyed..." Ousbaiya's voice was calm, but everyone could hear the sadness in it.
"Hey! Brother, promise me that after this battle, you will marry a woman. You should have a child by then, and then we will go to Dragon Island! Live a peaceful life. There... my people will welcome you! After a hundred years of fighting, you no longer owe the human race anything." Silver Dragon said seriously.
"But I am still a human after all..." Ousbaiah sighed.
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"We're down here at River Valley Town! Let's go down!" Ousbaija patted the silver dragon's back. A simple town below them was flickering with dim lights. This was the predecessor of River Valley State...
"Okay!" The silver dragon's figure shuttled through space and appeared in the distant jungle in a flash.
"Let's go! Take me to eat something delicious!" The silver dragon turned into a miniature silver dragon and quietly coiled around Ousbaiya's wrist.
"Hey! Man! You look like a silver bracelet!" Ousbaija waved his arms excitedly.
"If you keep swaying, I'll step on you!" said the silver dragon unhappily, feeling dizzy from being swayed.
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"Oh my God! You can really eat! You ate 20 whole sheep!" Ousbaiya walked out of the Valley Town with the satisfied silver dragon.
"Okay, it's my fault, but as my knight, shouldn't you feed me?" The silver dragon bared its snow-white sharp teeth.
"Let's go, we still have to go to Mordor, it's time to end all this!" A cold light flashed in Ousbaiya's eyes.
"I don't think the orcs of Mordor are much stronger than the orcs of the North!" The silver dragon spewed out a stream of white gas and hit Osbaija's face.
"Ang!" With a crisp dragon roar, the huge body of the silver dragon suddenly appeared. Ousbaiya grabbed the reins on the dragon saddle and stepped onto the dragon's back.
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"After this battle, the world will be at peace! Our human race can also rise!" A gleam flashed in Ousbaiya's eyes.
"As you wish, my knight!" the silver dragon growled.
"Bang!" Like a thunderclap out of nowhere, a fiery red figure rushed towards the silver dragon with a loud bang.
"Balloys? Impossible! They should have all died in the War of Rage!" Osbaija was furious. He saw five Balloys! When did Scourge-level monsters become so worthless? Five of them popping up at once like cabbages?
"Boom!" The Flame Demon at the back, holding a flaming staff high, slammed it down, and a strange red light swirled towards the Silver Dragon. The Silver Dragon immediately sensed something was amiss and tried to space jump to another battlefield, but unexpectedly, the red light entangled one of its legs...
"Damn it! Space confinement! They are coming for us!" The silver dragon, unable to escape, turned around angrily and raised its sharp dragon claws. Five dragon claws covered with space blades cut heavily into the chest of the whip-wielding fire demon, bringing out a large amount of blood like magma.
"Kill! For the glory of the knight!" Ousbaiya's pupils instantly became bloodshot and he entered combat mode in a second.
"Get out!" The 10-meter-long dragon spear fiercely blew away a huge fire demon, giving people an unreal and shocking feeling.
"Die!" As the sound of the dragon spear piercing the flesh rang out, a fire demon's chest was ruthlessly pierced by Osbaija.
"Roar!" The torrent of dragon breath mercilessly washed over the body of the Fire Demon. Even the Fire Demon had to temporarily avoid the powerful torrent of space.
"Find a way to break through the space! We can't stay here for long!" Ousbaiya's eyes were full of bloodshot. No one could withstand the attacks of five fire demons at the same time, and it was even more impossible for the silver dragon whose ability to teleport in space was restricted.
"Snap!" The fire demons waved their flaming whips, and even the dragon scales with high magic resistance were shattered, and the silver dragon scale fragments were scattered all over the ground.
"Armor-piercing attribute!" Ousbaiya's face changed instantly. The dragon without the powerful dragon scale defense is definitely no match for the fire demon.
"The sky is cracked and the mirror is destroyed!" The silver dragon roared in pain and released a range-type forbidden spell. In an instant, the space centered on him collapsed like a mirror, and a fire demon who was unable to dodge was enveloped in the forbidden spell.
"Howl!" The Flame Demon roared loudly, and the fighting spirit in his body rushed out, frantically resisting the cutting force of space.
"Boom!" A blood mist as thick as magma exploded, and the lower body of the fire demon instantly turned into pieces. The powerful killing power brought by the rules of space was undoubtedly revealed. This is the power of rules!
"Die!" The sharp dragon spear penetrated straight into the severely injured head of the Fire Demon, and the Fire Demon's originally bright eyes dimmed in an instant.
"Divine Artifact!" The other Fire Demons took a step back in fear. Only a divine artifact could instantly kill a Fire Demon with a powerful recovery talent!
"Haha, your eyesight is not bad. This gun is called Ten Thousand Dragons Chanting! It's the dragon clan's sacred weapon!" Ousbaiya's face was extremely ferocious.
"Stay with me today!" The surging flames of fighting spirit emanated from his body, and the only dragon rider commander of the human race was ready to fight to the death.
"Roar!" Four long whips flew through the air and slammed into the silver dragon's torso, sending dragon scales flying and dragon blood splattering...
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"It's too tough! We can't get out at all!" The battle lasted for nearly a day. The silver dragon, who had few good scales on his body, panted and whispered to his knight.
"Do we still have a chance of winning?" Ousbaiah looked at the four fire demons who were equally wounded. Except for the fire demon who was killed carelessly at the beginning, the other fire demons kept a safe distance from the artifact in Ousbaiah's hand. The destructive power of the offensive artifact was extraordinary, because few mortal bodies could withstand the attack of divine power.
