Chapter 573: frightening
Of course, the soldiers of Thrace City also heard the dragon roar, and saw the vision of the traversers stirring up the wind and clouds. They responded quickly, and the emergency order was immediately conveyed, and all the resting soldiers got up and fully armed. The Praetorian Guards formed a neat formation in front of the palace, guarding the king. The city defense army sent a small team to the direction of the dragon roar.
"The little **** are in the way." In the sky, the Griffin Atlas sneered, "I'll go and defeat them."
"Be careful, don't capsize in the gutter." Panda urged.
Atlas responded with a hoarse laugh.
He flapped his wings, and the powerful wings made his speed as fast as a gust of wind in a short period of time. Accompanied by the whistling wind, he soon came to the city defense team of more than 20 people, in the air Holding a broad sword, he looked at them coldly.
"Get out of here!" he yelled, his roar echoing in the night sky.
What answered him was an arrow shot from the ground.
"Hehe, you can't blame me for that..."
Atlas, who was originally quite grumpy, showed a bloodthirsty smile. Although he did not like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, since the other party dared to shoot him with an arrow, he must be ready to be hacked to death by him.
Those who use the sword against others must have the consciousness to die under the sword. This principle makes sense everywhere.
The griffin man flapped his wings vigorously, and the gust of wind revolved around his body, like a thick armor, blowing all the arrows that came in the direction, and he himself took the wind and rushed towards it fiercely. down.
The broadsword, made of a solid alloy from the Illo Workshop, was raised high and slashed to the ground.
"Eat my holy hop!"
Before the sword fell, the wind had arrived. In the gust of wind, these elite soldiers were dizzy one by one, and they could not even stand firm. And the sword that fell behind them split the leader among them into a pool of blood.
Atlas's big jump has additional burst damage. If you can't stop it, you will only be blown back a few steps; if you can't stop it, the whole person will directly turn into blood fireworks.
When the soldiers saw this scene, the few who were close to the captain immediately became furious, screaming and rushing to fight Atlas. But more soldiers felt chills in their hearts and stepped back involuntarily.
At this moment, Atlas has revealed his true face of a griffin, with a head like a falcon, a body like a liger, a pair of scarlet eyes sparkling, and a heavy tail fluttering violently in the air from time to time, he opened slightly. In the mouth, Bai Sensen's teeth flickered with cold light from time to time in the dark night, and the broad sword in his hand was like burning, emitting the light of flame.
He completely let go of his coercion, but any soldier who looked at him, even the bravest, couldn't help but tremble in fear - this has nothing to do with courage, but the fear of terrifying predators hidden in the blood.
You must know that even the commoners of the Griffin are able to hunt down beasts with their bare hands. Ordinary humans are as fragile as paper toys in front of them.
In the face of the soldiers who rushed up desperately, Atlas had no intention of showing mercy. With a wave of his broadsword, the sound of explosions and screams became one.
Only a few seconds later, there was only a pool of blood around him.
He didn't chase down the soldiers who were trembling and retreated, but just looked at them coldly and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"
The soldiers shook their heads desperately. Some people could not help but burst into tears, and several of them smelled of excrement and urine.
Atlas nodded, flapped his wings again, and flew away with a gust of wind.
When he was far away, the soldiers who were lucky enough to escape sat slumped on the ground. They looked at each other and saw fear and joy on each other's faces.
It's a bit shameful, but in the face of such a powerful monster, they actually survived...
Not knowing who started it, the soldiers suddenly burst into tears. There was no sadness in the cry, but only deep fear and anxiety.
Crying is not the style of these Thracian soldiers, but here and now, only through a big cry can they vent the panic in their hearts and eliminate the pressure accumulated in the short time of less than a minute.
Otherwise, at least half of the people here will go crazy.
Atlas quickly returned to his companions, and the traversers were very fast. As they moved toward the Thracian palace, they continued to hook up with each other's breath, and continued to increase their momentum.
Above their heads, black clouds and strong winds roared and collided, and countless thunderous sounds came from them. This thunderous sound was like the roar of the gods and demons, making everyone who heard it tremble.
On the edge of Thrace City, at the top of a towering magic tower, several magicians surrounded an old magician in a gray robe, looking over there worriedly.
"Teacher, what's going on?" asked a middle-aged magician.
"The aura of a legendary powerhouse." The old magician replied, "In that place, there is a legendary powerhouse who is unscrupulously releasing his aura-and, there may be more than one."
His face was dignified, the wrinkles on his face were like a knife, and a bright light flickered in his eyes: "Our 'Lion King' His Majesty, this time caused a lot of trouble."
"How troublesome is it?" a relatively young magician asked, "Is there any danger to His Majesty with the Sword Saint in charge?"
The old magician smiled: "Even if you face a few legendary powerhouses, it is unlikely that Your Excellency Juggernaut will lose - or even if he can't beat him head on, at least he can escape unscathed. But... Our Majesty doesn't have a Juggernaut. The strength of the legendary powerhouse is earth-shattering. Even if the ordinary people are swept away by the aftermath of their battle, they will die. Do you think that Your Majesty has the ability to save his life in such a battle?"
Among his disciples, more than one showed anxiety: "Then can we do something for His Majesty?"
"Don't think about it!" The old magician's expression became very stern, "The Thracian royal family has a large population. If a king dies, another successor can be chosen immediately. All we can do for Thrace is to support it when the time comes. New king, save the country from chaos!"
"Then... do you just watch your Majesty go to die?"
"Trees don't fall for no reason, and it doesn't rain in a cloudless sky." The old magician sighed, "From the day His Majesty launched the war against Layton, I knew that this kind of thing could not be avoided. of……"
"As long as we beat others and don't allow others to beat us, how can there be such a good thing in the world!"
Just as the president of the Thracian Magic Association sighed, the traversers had come to the square in front of the Thracian Palace.
Facing the guards who were waiting in full force, the panda head smiled.
"Do you think this will stop us?"
With that said, he drew his sword and swung it out.
The sword hooked with the imposing manner of more than 30 traversers, whipped up a gust of wind, ripped apart the stone slabs on the square, turned into a tornado with countless rubble, and roared towards the formation of the Thracian forbidden army.