2043: C2043 The Game Was Eating Sleeping and Snoring

C2043 The Game Was Eating Sleeping and Snoring

Play games, eat, sleep, snore.

"Bite with your teeth?"

The moment the dragons imagined such a scene, they felt a headache coming on.

Billions of demon soldiers and demon generals, how long would it take to bite?

Seeing the dejected looks on the dragons' faces, Black Treasure laughed.

"Haha! What a joke, it's just a joke!

Let's just follow the boss's orders. "

Only then did the dragons' expressions relax. They spread out in all directions and flew towards the Demon Mountains in the front row.

The demons were so frightened that they almost scattered in all directions.

If it wasn't for the fact that those Divine Immortal First Rank demon generals had killed a group of demon soldiers who had fled in advance, the battlefield would probably have been in chaos a long time ago.

However, when they saw that the attacks of the dragons weren't that powerful, and that the demon soldiers were only killed by hundreds or thousands of soldiers, all the demons felt relieved.

"Not every dragon would have such a world-destroying divine ability.

San Tiaolong could only launch an attack once.

Therefore, we don't need to panic. We will win if we can hold on until the Flood Dragon King returns! "

These words were soon heard by the entire demi-human race army.

The demon soldiers and demon generals quickly recovered sixty to seventy percent of their confidence.

They were not as arrogant as they were at the beginning, clamoring to kill the dragons.

Instead, they tightly gripped the weapons in their hands, hoping to protect themselves.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, night fell.

Zhang Xing took out a rattle drum and turned his wrist.

Dong, dong, dong...

Although the drum was small and looked like a toy, the sound it produced was extremely loud and shook the heaven and earth.

"Boss is calling the drum! Withdraw!"

Black Treasure shouted, turned around and flew back.

The other dragons did not love to fight. They all followed Black Treasure and Sacred One back to Zhang Xing's side.

The demi-human race were passive and did not retreat.

They could not take the initiative to attack, nor could they return to the camp to rest.

When many demi-human race Elders saw the rattle drum that Zhang Xing took out, their eyes could not help but burn with anger.

"That's the Heaven Python Demonic King's divine instrument, soul Burying Drum!

How many great demons have you killed in our flood dragon clan? How many treasures have you taken from us?!"

"Damn that Homo sapiens, Zhang Xing!"2

"Humph! Let him be arrogant for a period of time. When the Flood Dragon King returns, it will be the time for him and those dragons to die!"

Several flood dragon elders said hatefully.

The dragons sealed the surface of the sea below them in ice. Then, they began to roast prawns, squid, and roasted flood dragon meat...

The Sea demi-human race on the other side looked at the brothers of his race being roasted until they were all burnt to a crisp. It was so angry that it was about to explode.

However, they were angry but did not dare to say anything. They could only stare at the dragons with bone-piercing eyes.

Under the lead of the group of dragons, the Homo sapiens also ate a delicious meal together with them.

At night...

Wheeze... Wheeze!

Slurp... Slurp...

One hundred and ninety-eight Giant dragon lay on the ice, sleeping soundly right under the noses of all the demon soldiers and demon generals in the demi-human race.

The sound of snoring shook the sky.

The drooling macrostomia was still smacking its lips.

All the dragons were sleeping soundly. They didn't think this was a battlefield at all.

They did not even put the billions of demi-human race soldiers in their eyes.

The demons did not dare to sleep. The demon generals widened their eyes and were constantly on guard against the dragons.

They were afraid that they would suddenly launch a sneak attack.

Behind them, the flood dragon elders, Chief, had worried expressions on their faces. They felt uneasy and uneasy.

According to the reliable Information, the coral tribe's Chief had led a large number of his clansmen and elders, but they had never returned.

It was very likely that all of them would die under the claws of these Giant dragon.

It was just that he did not know if the coral king had escaped...

"Great Elder, these dragons don't seem to be in a hurry to attack. What are they waiting for?"

"His royal highness the prince, I think they are also waiting for the king to return."

"Great Elder, they know that father has gone to the Third Heaven?"

"They should know about it, His royal highness the prince. Sigh...

If the king doesn't make it back in time, remember what I told you. Don't fight him head on. Go to Third Heaven and seek refuge with the two brothers of the king. "

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