My troops evolve infinitely

Frost Dragon Breath, Arctic Tide, one advanced skill after another with a wide killing range, Sario used them as if they were free.

But even a simple dragon claw or tail swing, due to its huge size, has terrifying lethality.

This is the Frost Dragon.

Invincible!

At this moment, the Frost Dragon Sario was the most handsome guy on this battlefield. Even Admiral Dolai had to use the water wave magic, which he was not very good at, to cooperate with it.

The roles played by Luosha, Hongyi, Lu Liu, Shiqi and other generals in this large-scale war were far less.

Under the cover of the dragon's invincible power, they were like small soldiers and very inconspicuous.

However, if they had not targeted and killed the high-level monsters and small bosses in the monster wave, and if there were no other elite troops behind to harvest the monsters, Sario would not have been able to charge so wantonly.

It's in front.

The Undead Army is behind.

Tianyuan also began to advance rapidly, penetrating one monster tribe after another.

"Fuck!"

The two lords around them led their armies to charge hard. After fighting for a while, they looked around and found that Tianyuan's advance speed had left them far behind.

Is this reasonable?

"Isn't it said that the role that a strong individual can play in a large-scale war like this is very limited?"

In terms of universal theory, this is true.

Even a fourth-level warrior cannot single-handedly turn a large-scale war around if the hero doesn't master strategic skills.

However, Frost Dragons are not common.

Its scales were like an indestructible city wall. Even hundreds of arrows, spears, fireballs, and lightning could only leave shallow, almost undetectable marks on them.

This is what the neighboring lord finds most outrageous.

Even a Rank 4 warrior wouldn't dare to stand up to so many fireballs and thunderbolts! Even if they could, it would consume a lot of energy and they wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

however,

With the blessing of the epic talent 'Dragon Soul', Sario's dragon armor is extremely hard. It can withstand most attacks without consuming any energy.

As long as the monster's attack fails to reach the limit, it will be "-0", "-0" for it, and the mandatory "-1" damage will not exist.

Its upper limit of defense might not be as good as Lu Liu's, but its normal defense is miles ahead of Lu Liushi's.

This is the Frost Dragon, the battlefield meat grinder and ant killer.

It is the unreasonableness that only an epic life can possess.

What else can the old lords do except eat lemons?

However, the Frost Dragon is only a young dragon after all, and the battlefield is full of dangers and changes rapidly.

In a blink of an eye, Sario found that something was wrong.

It rushed forward with such enthusiasm that it was caught in the enemy tide.

Big Brother Rakshasa and Big Sister Red were still in the rear, in the main force, separated from him by a river of monsters.

Dozens of elite red-hat goblins appeared all around.

They are very small, but they are armed with energy all over their bodies and can carve out small gaps in the body of the Frost Dragon one after another.

Gaps accumulate over time.

The scales gradually cracked.

This is not good.

"No!"

"I am the noble and mighty Frost Dragon! Even if I am trapped in a sea of ​​enemies, even if I am at a disadvantage, I remain unbeatable."

Several general-level monsters came from the sky.

Summoning out spears of thunder to pierce through the cold wave.

Sario's eyes widened.

Sario growled.

"Boss, save me!!"

Save? Epic life is in danger, who can save it?

The lord next door couldn't help but look out and heard a faint sigh.

The sigh was not loud, but strangely, it spread to the surrounding sky and earth.

In an instant, the sky and the earth became dark.

The lord next door seemed to hear the sound of trickling water and saw a winding river of the underworld, with flowers of the other shore blooming on both sides of the river.

Surrounded by a blurry black figure in the middle.

It was clearly standing on the ground, but like a god, it looked down indifferently at the monsters that were coming from the air and leaping in the air.

The dead bones were not sacrificed on the Holy Mountain of the Dead.

Mu Yuan had no idea how much power it had developed after such a long period of refinement.

But at this time, the artistic conception spread by the dead bones had reached perfection, and even took another half step on this basis.

The power of its artistic conception gradually influenced the heaven and earth.

Artistic conception gave birth to the Styx, and the Styx flowed with the power of decay and destruction.

As the dead skeleton moved forward step by step, the monsters around it were like flowers transplanted into the underworld, withering and dying one by one, turning into ashes.

The breath of death drifted out and gathered in its palm.

The dead bones drew their swords.

The invisible Styx turned into a tangible River of Death, rushing down without reservation towards the frost dragon not far away.

Second update...

Chapter 218: Like a Lost Immortal (3K)

Generals such as Lu Liu, Hong Yi, Luo Sha, etc. all gained something in the fierce battle, either a breakthrough in their artistic conception or an improvement in their skills.

The dead bones are different.

It's not that it's impossible to have an epiphany during battle, but if a major battle requires a breakthrough on the battlefield to defeat a powerful enemy, it would be too unstable and not advisable.

In order to avoid this situation, Wangu often thinks and improves his skills, and also gains some insights from his occasional thinking.

It had already been at the Great Accomplishment level earlier, and gradually improved until it reached a level that satisfied the Wandering Bones, and naturally entered the Perfection level, or even the Half-Step Imagery level.

It affected the surrounding heaven and earth, and the vaguely formed 'celestial phenomenon' was clearer than the raging demonic flames and giant demonic shadows that had been manifested by the Demon Flame King before.

The Styx flowed slowly, absorbing the energy of death from all directions, and gradually turned into a surging gray river.

The faint sighs from the dead bones were like a bone-chilling cold wind from the underworld.

Under the rush of the Styx and the River of Death, the red-capped goblins that pounced on the frost dragon withered in an instant like the surrounding monsters.

The River of Death surged forward, surging with monstrous waves, engulfing several small bosses that had just reached the third level. They were rare three-star-grade Thunder Winged Men, but as soon as they plunged into the River of Death, the lightning around them quickly dimmed.

In just a blink of an eye, these small bosses sank and drowned in the surging gray-black Milky Way.

The rolling gray river continued to move forward until it swallowed up countless monsters and then dissipated silently.

With this Styx attack, the Bone no longer needed to draw upon the power of the Sacred Mountain of the Dead. It lifted heavy objects with ease, and the actual energy consumed was not very great. This was because the Styx it initially unleashed was only a trickling stream, growing stronger by absorbing the death energy released by the withered monsters around it.

Not only does it lift heavy objects with ease, it also leaves almost no trace on the ground.

There were no ravines hundreds of meters long, no deafening roars, only the monsters withering away silently.

Even this withering seems insignificant.

It seemed as if the monsters withered here as naturally as the wind blowing between heaven and earth, and not worth making a fuss about.

The lord next door rubbed his eyes.

Just now, he seemed to have seen a vast, gray-black river in the sky. At its source was a blurry figure with a fluttering cloak. It stood on the earth, extending an incomparably majestic back, like a god in charge of death, looking down indifferently at the world.

But in the blink of an eye, everything seemed to be just an illusion.

"Is it really just an illusion?"

He murmured, a tall figure clearly imprinted in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he could not remember it clearly.

The lord next door shook his head, raised his sword and continued to charge forward.

……

"Hint: You have earned 200 battle points."

"Hint: You have earned 300 battle points."

"Hint: You have earned 5 battle points."

"hint:……"

The prompt sounds continued to ring in the ears of the lords.

However, for some lords, prompts flashed across their screens at a rapid pace, while for others, the pleasant ding-dong sound would only be heard after a long interval. But even the latter were fighting with great enthusiasm.

They found that at this stage, it was not necessary to defeat the monster tribe or kill a specific BOSS to obtain battle points.

If you kill a certain number of monsters, you can also get a small amount of battle points.

Although the number of points is small, they can still add up to a lot.

In the area where the red fog was floating, there were constant roars, flames exploding everywhere, pillars of lightning shooting into the sky, and the rolling shock waves turned the entire world into a mess.

Here, ordinary warriors are like monsters. Many times, they are not killed head-on, but die from arrows, flowing flames, or energy tides.

Life and death are completely out of our control.

Even the strong have to keep their nerves tense at all times, as they may be injured or even die if they are not careful.