"The sword is made of good material."

In the space created by Joel, Noah looked down at the scene and made an evaluation.

As a descendant of the Dragon King, making such an evaluation undoubtedly explains Noah's affirmation.

His arrogant (arrogant) character prevents him from saying more praise.

"I built it." Joel added lightly.

Noah did not change his words because of this, but he added: "The user of this sword itself limits its value."

Among the thousands of planes, it is not just humans who use weapons, but the size of the blade restricts the user to be a human or a race that matches the body size. The dragon cannot use its claws to lightly chase it.

"Toothpick" to fight. If it is made into a style that can be used as a battle armor, or other equipment styles that fit the style of the dragon, even Noah will take action to snatch it.

"But what are you planning to do by letting me see these?"

Noah made his attitude clear and stressed, "Since you don't intend to let me participate in your plan, these things have nothing to do with me, and I don't intend to help you."

This look is like a public official who clearly separates official and private matters.

With a bored look and a lazy posture, he just rested on the soft sleeper.

After pretending to be defeated, Noah discussed the "share" with Joel, but obviously the greedy Joel could not make any concessions on the treasure, and this also made Noah lose the motivation to help.

"Well, actually it's nothing, I just want you to act a little bit more."

Joel was talking to himself, not paying attention to what Noah just said.

"Are you going to pretend to be deaf? I told you, I have no intention of helping you."

Noah responded angrily. As a very vengeful silver dragon, Joel has not settled with him about destroying his baptism. How could he help him without any benefit? Even if he doesn't care about it now,

The reason is that both sides have a hostile old dragon, but after targeting the old dragon, there will be no shortage of revenge.

"Unfortunately, I originally planned to tell you about the old dragon. Since you said so, I might as well forget it."

Although there was a word of regret in the words, there was no hint of it when he said it. Instead, he seemed to be selling for a price.

Noah's anger also followed Joel's words and was suppressed.

Everything can be put behind Lao Long, including old grudges and troublesome matters with Joel.

"Tell me, what do you need me to do? Of course, if what you ask me to do is not equivalent to the information you revealed, I don't mind dismantling your cute toy."

Toys are also what Silver Dragon refers to their dependents.

Joel didn't like this statement. These lovely family members who worked hard to earn treasures for themselves, how could they be described as toys? They were tools at most.

"Go and lose again."

As soon as Joel finished speaking, Noah frowned.

"Wait... let me confirm first. Are you sure it's not revenge? Why do I have to lose again?"

Proud Noah hated losing.

Although the defeat with Joel was staged, he still hated that feeling.

But now Joel is asking him to continue to act defeated?

Are you sure this isn't revenge? To be honest, Noah doesn't believe it.

"That's what the script says."

Joel was well-founded and even took out a paper script to make his words more convincing. Noah was suspicious, and the moment Joel took out the script, he snatched the previous script from his hand.

Dragon looked through the paper script prepared for the standard. The answer made him sigh. It was exactly what Joel said, it was a scene written in the script.

"How's it going? The writing on My Dependents is pretty good, right?"

"You really didn't arrange this script?"

"certainly."

Joel had no consciousness of lying at all, so even Noah didn't notice the clues, so he could only acquiesce in Joel's statement.

"What a terrible script. Your toys are really annoying to dragons." Noah complained, but agreed with Joel, "I can just follow what the script says, right?"

"If you don't mind acting in a friendly way, I have other scripts."

"The content of the script all ends with my defeat?"

"There is no way, my dependents will write this ending."

Joel continued to blame Lanfrick.

These things were written by Lanfrick after staying up all night at Joel's request yesterday.

the other side.

Manglas originally only thought that Narnia was a threat to him, but Debdallah put a question mark on his idea.

Not only did his skills improve by leaps and bounds, Debdala could barely keep up with him when he was distracted, but now after he borrowed his endless vitality to "accelerate" his body, the opponent was still able to keep up.

Manglas looked stern. He realized the danger of the magic sword. In a short period of time, Debdala's strength had made a leap. If he continued to remain in a state of anger, I am afraid that

It doesn't take a week, no... I should say it doesn't take a day, to defeat him at the level of strength.

"It's too dangerous. Your existence is synonymous with danger. I must eliminate you the moment before you turn into a criminal!"

Manglas allowed his body to "re-accelerate". The rapidly flowing blood made his body red and his eyes were bloodshot. With a long step back, he crossed over to Debuda.

Using this gap, he took out two magic stones from the space bag and quickly inserted them between the hilts of the two swords. The two sword blades also revealed new features at the moment they swallowed the magic stones.

In terms of posture, one sword blade has six curved notches, and the other sword blade has seven curved inverted edges. The regular shape is vaguely made according to a certain pattern.

Manglas crossed his swords and swung downwards.

The inverted blade rubbed against the gap, and the magic power changed in it, forming a magic whirlpool with a diameter of about three or four meters, and attacked Debdala.

Debdala, who fell into a rage, had no time to react, and was hit by the air flow, crossing a distance of several hundred meters and hitting the city wall.

The scene fell silent, and then cheers erupted.

Everyone believed that the result of this battle was decided, and the huge gap in the city wall was the result of victory.

"Your knight is not that good either." Manglas said, as if in response to Narnia's words just now, "Don't underestimate my knight."

"Your attack didn't work," Narnia said calmly.

"Hahaha! Stop talking nonsense."

Manglas used his own magic power to mix the magic power of the two magic stones.

The burst of magical energy can penetrate the scales of normal ancient dragons.

This kind of explosive power may seem ordinary to a dragon, but it is shocking to a human. At least, Manglas believes that no one can withstand this impact with their physical body.

"How can a human body withstand such an impact..."

His words stopped suddenly, and his pupils seemed to have seen something unbelievable.

In his opinion, Debdala, who should have been torn into pieces, appeared in front of him.

Then the sound stopped and the residents shouted. They also did not expect this result.

"How did you do it?" Manglas lowered his voice, and you could hear more questions in his voice.

The members of the second team did not make sarcastic remarks like before.

Just relying on Debdala to survive the captain's move was already stronger than them.

Ridiculing someone who is stronger than yourself is not something a normal person would do.

"Following the direction of the rotating airflow can offset most of the impact."

Debdala replied that there were more injuries on his body, but it could be seen that most of them were superficial injuries, and they were not wounds that threatened his life.

The high-speed rotating airflow created by the impact created by different magic powers does not run smoothly in the middle. Using movements to follow the direction of rotation is not as simple as it seems.

"It's the one who told me what to do."

Debdala looked at this furious beast, and even though he was in the midst of the impact, he felt incredible.

In his furious mood, he lost his mind, but his mind was particularly clear because of the existence of this furious person.

This sword blade seemed to tell him what to do, how to avoid it, and provided him with a source of strength.

And the price he needs to pay is anger.

The truth about his mother's murder and the anger caused by the impact could no longer make him lose his mind at this moment.

"It's more dangerous than imagined."

Manglas' voice was no longer calm.

"After all, this is the era of the Dark Empire. The sword of Conservation Knight McGee. If you count, what he does is similar to you."

"I told you, it was a fabricated lie!"

Manglas roared angrily.

A swift attack came from his hand again.
To be continued...