The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Chapter 139 Successfully Killed the Thunder Dragon

Just as the poisonous bird leaped up, the flying thunder dragon pounced in front of it at an astonishing speed.

After a loud noise like an explosion, the two giant beasts collided fiercely with each other, and then quickly separated.

After this fierce collision, one of the wings of the poisonous bird seemed to have suffered serious damage, or even a fracture.

Its wings dragged weakly on the ground, and its originally bright feathers became mottled and messy.

Obviously, the poisonous bird was seriously injured in this battle.

It opened its mouth, hissed, then turned and fled into the depths of the jungle, twisting its body and running away quickly.

In comparison, although the Flying Thunder Dragon was not having an easy time either, its condition was much better than that of the Poison Bird.

One of its hind legs was severely burned by the venom of the poisonous bird, and it looked like the injury was serious.

But the Flying Thunder Dragon still stood stubbornly in its place and let out a deafening roar, as if announcing its victory to everything around it.

This kind of battle for territory has been fought many times, with both sides winning and losing, but it is very difficult for monsters of equal strength to completely kill each other.

But this time, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

The outcome of the battle has become clear, and Corolla knows that they must seize the brief window after the battle, as this may be the only chance to easily kill the Thunder Dragon.

"Are you ready?"

The huntress asked softly, her voice seeming to penetrate the soul.

"Ok!"

Ansel and Allen nodded at the same time. Their breathing became heavy and the three heartbeats almost became one.

The huntress took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the battlefield below.

Her eyes were filled with determination and focus, as if the whole world was nothing but the distance between her and her goal.

She gripped the hilt tightly, raised the sword above her head, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow.

After finding the right angle, the female hunter raised her sword on the tree and began to accumulate strength.

Corolla remembered that the last time she went to hunt the ferocious jackal dragon, she also attacked from the tree in this way and cut off its tail with one knife. She still used the same posture today, but now she is much more powerful than before.

Pouring all his strength into the sharp bone blade, the greatsword carrying the hunter's power began to burst out with red light.

At this moment, the hunter's aura merged with the greatsword, forming a powerful pressure.

Her figure was like a burning flame, emitting endless majesty and dominance.

Before the flying thunder dragon noticed the situation above its head, Corolla jumped down from the tree, swung his greatsword, and slashed down with a real powerful slash.

With a "crack", although the Flying Thunder Dragon reacted at the last moment and rushed forward, it was still hit hard by the sword and half of its thigh was chopped off.

The flying thunder dragon was in extreme pain. Regardless of the blood splattering, it roared and turned over to pounce on the female hunter. Corolla was unable to dodge for a moment, because after the full force of the sword, she was temporarily weak and stiff.

However, just as the Thunder Dragon was about to knock Corolla down, Allen took action in time.

He used the Force to bind the Thunder Dragon, making it unable to move.

The speed of the Flying Thunder Dragon slowed down instantly, as if it was frozen in the air.

Eager to retaliate, the Thunder Dragon relaxed its guard, or rather, its attention was completely focused on Corolla and it was unaware of the threats around it.

However, Allen's Force confinement caught the Thunder Dragon off guard.

Although the Thunder Dragon was powerful, it was still unable to break free from Alan's restraints.

It began to struggle violently, trying to free itself from this predicament, but that moment was enough.

Ansel, who had been waiting for the opportunity, also seized it. The magic arrow was stretched to the limit on the string. The elf suddenly loosened his fingers, and the arrow, emitting blue light, cut through the air like a meteor and went straight to the eyes of the flying thunder dragon.

At this moment, Ansel's heart was filled with tension and anticipation.

He knew that this arrow was crucial to the entire battle.

He poured all his magic power into this arrow, so much so that his fingers began to tremble slightly.

But his eyes were extremely firm, because he understood that this was a rare opportunity created by the female hunter and Allen. If he missed it, the situation might never be reversed.

Puff!

The arrow penetrated deeply into the eye of the flying thunder dragon, and a stream of blood immediately gushed out from the wound, staining its scales red.

The Flying Thunder Dragon let out an earth-shaking scream, and its entire body was shaking violently.

The eyes without the protection of scales are undoubtedly one of the most vulnerable parts of its body, and this arrow has successfully shattered one of the eyeballs.

However, the suffering of the flying dragon did not end there.

Just as its screams had not yet stopped, the magic arrow that shot into its eye socket suddenly exploded.

It turns out that this is the exclusive bow of the elf scout, which has a unique explosive property and can cause powerful magic damage to the enemy.

As the explosion occurred, the Flying Thunder Dragon's head suffered a huge impact.

Its eyeballs were blown to pieces, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

This sudden blow plunged the Flying Thunder Dragon into extreme confusion and pain. It struggled frantically, trying to escape from this predicament.

The roar of the Flying Thunder Dragon came to an abrupt halt, as half of its face was blown into a bloody mess. The severely injured monster no longer dared to stay and turned around to escape.

Unfortunately, he was trapped in the air again just after he jumped, with his front and back legs tumbling in the air but unable to move.

Corolla had also recovered his breath. He shouted loudly and launched a series of attacks at the Flying Thunder Dragon, including horizontal slash, upper slash, and sweeping slash.

The huge bone sword in the hunter's hand emitted a red glow, which chopped the flying thunder dragon and made it roll over and over.

Finally, the last knife cut across the neck, and the roar of the monster suddenly stopped. The huge body twitched for a while and then fell to the ground with a bang, smashing up a bunch of branches and soil.

After finishing his move, Corolla leaned on his sword and gasped for breath. Then he looked at Allen and Ansel, his eyes full of excitement.

The female hunter cheered, "Oh! Haha! We hunted a flying thunder dragon!"

Alan and Ansel also jumped down from the treetop and excitedly rushed over to hug the huntress, with smiles of victory on their faces.

I have to say that luck played a big part in the fact that we were able to defeat the Thunder Dragon so smoothly this time.

The Flying Thunder Dragon first fought a fierce battle with the Poison Bird, was seriously injured, and looked exhausted.

He was then ambushed again, his leg was broken, and before he could recover he was defeated by a series of attacks from the three men who had coordinated their efforts tacitly.

After being excited for a while, the female hunter turned around and discussed with Allen:

"We should strike while the iron is hot and continue chasing the poisonous bird. Its current condition must not be very good, so this is a good opportunity to take advantage of it!"

Alan nodded in agreement.

He was secretly annoyed in his heart. The timing just now was too good. If the situation had not been urgent, he would have tried to practice how to tame the wild beast, but he did not have time to do it.