After minutes of fierce combat, the captain suddenly leaped into the air, aiming his shield at the joint of the mechanical arm. With a clang, the shield jammed against the joint, preventing it from moving freely! At the same time, the captain pounced forward, grabbing hold of the other mechanical hand and rolling with it on the ground!,"Honey, please calm down! This is my last set of medieval antique teacups." Tony sighed, "I was going to use them to impress girls...",That's definitely the smell of a zombie! It's actually a zombie dragon!。