A silver-blood family mercenary with weak hands immediately understood my intention. He rushed into the dangerous area where the dragon and the Dwemer centurion were fighting and threw the long sword I carried in my direction. I stepped on the solid shell of the Dwemer Centurion and jumped up in the air. I took the sword with one hand, tore off the dragon's wings with the other to use my strength, and landed firmly on the dragon's back. What to do next? In short, I can't let this giant dragon continue to rise. I need to use the fastest speed to injure the dragon to a level that is unbearable for it. The long sword continuously launched piercing attacks from various weak points, and soon opened dozens of large and small bloody holes on the dragon's back; the dragon repeated its old tricks, manipulating the power of frost to quickly freeze these wounds. It's just that what I'm holding is not an ordinary weapon, but the legendary sword from Red Eagle. The power of flames surging on the blade is constantly burning the wound on the dragon's back, and the condensed blood will soon be gone. It will melt again, and the dragon's futile repairs can only allow its devastated body to survive for a little longer. But in this little time, the dragon is enough to fight for a glimmer of hope for itself. The height from the ground is getting higher and higher irreversibly, and the time left for me has become fleeting. Having no choice but to make a desperate move, I gathered all my strength and used my long sword to pierce the left side of the spine on the dragon's vest. The entire blade was immersed in a large part. The giant dragon let out a long cry, and the severe pain was beyond words, but it was not completely knocked down yet. A large amount of cold air surged out of the wound on the back quickly and crazily, completely freezing the bleeding wound and the long sword embedded in the body. It seems the plan failed. Although the blow caused great damage to the dragon, the sword was frozen within its body and I could no longer pull it out to launch further attacks. The giant dragon that had regained its breath kept trying various maneuvers to throw me off its back, so I could only hold the hilt of the sword tightly to ensure that I wouldn't accidentally let go during the violent shaking. The dragon has now reached a flying height of about ten meters, and is flying further and further away from its original battlefield position. It was flying towards the cliff in the distance, and its ulterior motives were clearly revealed. ¡°If I turned over and fell to the ground on my back at a height of ten meters or more, the dragon would not be fatally injured, but it might be different for me trapped on its back. The heavy Dwemer Centurion suspended below prevents the dragon from making excessive movements for the time being, which allows me to still think calmly in a relatively stable environment. How should I deal with it before it goes over the cliff? Could it be said that a strong man had to cut off his wrist and jump to save his life before the situation got worse, and then ended up with comminuted fractures all over his body? ?¡ ?There is a situation! The strange changes coming from the dragon's body made me turn my attention back to the frozen long sword. The dragon's originally snow-white back was now stained with blood, and there was even a faint red light seeping out through its crystal-like jade scales. The source of the light is Red Eagle's sword inserted in the dragon's body. It seems that the sword cannot be frozen! The dragon's body looks like a lantern. The candles in the lantern have been knocked over, and the chaotic firelight indicates that the fiercely burning flame is about to burst out of the cage. Not only did Red Eagle's long sword not lose its power due to the extreme cold, but it completely exploded under the shackles of the cold. For the dragon, the Dwemer centurion involved below is a burden that cannot be ignored, and the drastic changes in the body bring the dragon to the edge of complete collapse. There is no time to delay due to internal and external troubles, and the dragon is no longer able to respond. Repeated changes in flight altitude indicate that it can no longer hold on. Still heading towards the cliff, the dragon is still flying tirelessly, but its power is not enough to make my previous worries come true. The dragon's spasmodic wings could no longer provide enough lift, and could not even change its current posture. It was sliding down the cliff in an oblique direction of forty-five degrees. "Roar!!!" The dying dragon fell heavily to the ground. Before it died, it let out a last cry towards the building in front of it. At the same time, its body burst open and hot blood sprayed into the sky. Among them, and then it was as dense as rain. Familiar power flowed between me and the dragon's body. After just ten seconds, there was only a pool of blood-stained bones left on the ground. The soul of the second dragon has been taken into my possession. I took a deep breath, calmed down my surging body, stood up and looked at the buildings in front of me. ??The magnificent stone gate, the ancient Nord-style reliefs, and the dragon-spine-shaped stone arch bridge all seemed familiar I remembered that the Hanluo Temple I had visited had this style. Unknowingly, the giant dragon flew me here, a city of ancient dragon worshipers orTomb. What's its purpose? Could it be that because this is the stronghold of the Dragon Worshipers, the dragon carried me here to seek reinforcements? A new situation has emerged. The dragon's heart-rending roar before it died had already alarmed the residents inside the tomb, and the stone door, which was as heavy as a stone, slowly opened. ? ¡ª¡ªps¡ª¡ª ? Today I played all five ogn finals, so I¡¯m just finalizing my numbers now (To be continued) ? ps: Thank you to book friends lmxy and Ruffian Xiaoqiu for your valuable monthly votes!