Chapter 101 The Real Wa
"O my sweet little darling! Originally I was thinking how to get to you! I didn't expect you to come to me on your own! Do you know how much I've missed you for the past three years?"
Click.
Rand said with a slight force of his claws.
The silver dragon hanging in mid-air then felt a sharp pain in its head, as if it was about to split in half.
"Oooh ... er ..."
She moaned, the painful look intensifying.
"Don't worry put! I won't kill you!
That brass dragon that just escaped!
It will probably go on to call for help! I will wait for her here! I'll wait here for her to call for help, and then I'll crush your help in front of you!
I will make you feel what despair is! I'll make you feel the despair of 'justice prevails' with these eyes of yours! Do you understand? My little darling!"
"Even if you ... defeat ... me, don't ... think ... yourself is ... invincible ..."
Silver Dragon retorted with difficulty.
"Very well! That's it! My little cutie! Keep that stance!
I like you high and proud like that! Then say to me that justice shall prevail! Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"
Rand laughed maniacally again, before throwing the silver dragon to the ground as if it were rubbish.
It was a relief, but at the same time a vague unease.
Was Audrey really going to get her some help? What if the help she got wasn't strong enough, and she lost to Rand the dragon?
Please! Audrey! You have to get more dragons!
Five of them! No! Ten! And all adults! Strong ones!
There was some apprehension and some anticipation in her mind.
The little female dragon and the little black dragon flew over at this time.
Looking at the Silver Dragon's miserable appearance, they were about to die of joy. The little female dragon flew over to the Silver Dragon, raised her head, swept her eyes with contempt, then spat a mouthful of spittle directly on her face, then cursed.
"Bitch! Do you still recognise the great Red Dragon King, Fiona Sapphis Oakburn?"
"It's ... you ... huh ..."
The silver dragon's eyes rolled and he gave the little female dragon a somewhat feeble look.
"Stinking Bitch! Thirty years of river east, thirty years of river west! Don't bully the young dragon into being weak! Only three years have passed now! You've fallen at my feet! You don't seem to be that great!
A mere silver dragon! How dare you fight against me! You're not worthy of me! I don't even need to fight you! I don't even need to fight! Rubbish!"
The little female dragon came above the Silver Dragon's head, stomped on her head and spat down again!
"Do you still know me, sister Silver Dragon? I'm little Ed! I never thought I'd be so confident and proud three years ago, but now, I'm like this, and it makes the dragon sigh and sigh.
What do you think you should do? Why do you have to make an enemy of our elder brother Rand? Are you seeking your own death?"
The little black dragon said as if sighing, as if mocking.
"You ... guys the ... two ... little dragons ... woo ... also seem to have grown ... a lot ... exactly ... are... ...how do you do that?
This ... shouldn't be possible ... only, oooh er ..."
Still undeterred, the silver dragon tried to ask, only to be crushed on the head by the little female dragon's foot and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
"We are growing normally! It's you, the trash! Three years have passed and you haven't grown at all! Ugh!"
The little female dragon said, spitting another mouthful of spit on the silver dragon's face, she seemed to be a little addicted.
"You ..."
The silver dragon got a little angry.
Hitting a dragon is hitting a dragon! What was the meaning of this spitting on her pretty face all the time?
"What? Still not convinced? You stinking bitch! You dared to kidnap me three years ago! I should have known this would happen! Hmph! I swore an oath to Fiona! If you fall into my hands!
We'll swap roles!
I will show you what true cruelty means!"
The little female dragon dropped her head slightly and poked her head in front of the silver dragon, that dragon face full of ruthlessness.
The silver dragon couldn't help but shiver when she saw it.
She seemed to have already thought of the torture she would face afterwards, her scales being stripped off? Having its claws taken off? To be roasted on a fire?
Could she last through such torture?
The silver dragon panicked.
But in her heart she gritted her teeth! She was a silver dragon! How could she possibly be afraid of such an evil torture!
Rand glanced off to the side and couldn't help but remind her, "Fiona! Don't kill her! This silver dragon will still be worth something in the future!
Her dragon blood, it's still worth something, and there might be dragons that will come to ransom her later."
"Don't worry! Rand! I will never hurt her! I can't wait for her to stay alive and well! Hey, hey, hey! That way I can have some fun for a little longer!"
The little female dragon sniffed and smiled softly with her mouth full of fangs, looking extremely amiable.
The silver dragon breathed a soft sigh of relief.
But the little black dragon gave her a sympathetic look... tsk! Younger! Miss Silver Dragon! Fiona, that fool, was a vindictive creature! More cautious than he was!
"That's good! After that, you're free to do as you please! We'll wait here, and it's about time for those two idiots, Amte and Woo-ga, to arrive."
Rand whispered.
Amt was the strongest of the thirty or so Dragonlings, and the strongest tenth level warrior among those who had entered the island.
After two years of dragonification, his strength was now estimated to be comparable to that of a level 13 warrior.
And Ouga was the first sardine man to encounter him.
With that, Rand headed off to the side, ready to find a place to sleep.
The little she-dragon, on the other hand, turned her head quickly, gave the silver dragon a strange smile, and then twisted around and aimed her hindquarters at the silver dragon!
After that, under the silver dragon's somewhat puzzled gaze, she lifted her hind legs.
"What do you ... you want to do ..."
The silver dragon's words trembled, as if it thought of something horrible.
"Heh heh heh heh! Stinking Bitch! This is a gift from Fiona, King of the Red Dragons, to you! Take your baptism well!"
The little female dragon said, and with a snort, a splash of water shot out from her lower half!
"No !!!!"
The silver dragon was filled with despair and screamed in shock, rushing to close its mouth and nose as the splash immediately approached!
Feeling the gentleness of all those hints on her faceplate, Silver Dragon wanted to die!
The silver dragon fought back his nausea and opened his eyes to look.
Then it saw the disgusting head! Damn it! The little female dragon had actually gotten her dragon butt in front of her!
"Damn it! You ... you can't do this ... you can't ... humiliate dragons like this ... this is ... not dragon rights ..." the silver dragon shivered in anger.
The little female dragon twisted her head and gave a sinister smile, "Thank the great red dragon king for his gift! Hehehehehehe~"
The little female dragon swung around and laughed.
The silver dragon ended up being stunned straight away, but the little female dragon's movements did not stop there.
The little black dragon, Ed, watched from the side as his face changed one after another.
Fiona! What a vicious thing to do! How could the proud, confident, beauty-loving silver dragon take this?
It was worse than killing her, wasn't it?
And when Rand heard the Silver Dragon's cry, he couldn't help but look at the two dragons for a moment, then with a twitch of his face, he stopped paying attention and began to rest peacefully.
When he woke up a second time, he couldn't help but look at the silver dragon again, the guy was so badly injured that he couldn't even move yet.
There was an extra black pile on the dragon's face, a look of raw emotion.
And that stupid little female dragon was squeezing a branch in her paws, playing with the black pile on the silver dragon's face.
That stupid thing! The dragon had a knack for being disgusting!
The army still hadn't arrived and waited another day.
Only then did a loud noise come from far away, and when he looked up, it was to see the familiar figures of the draconians and dragon-fish people.
Rand waited silently for them to approach and asked.
"You have come, a little late."
"Master, it can't be helped, after boarding the road, we were afraid of affecting our master's precious time because of the conflict with those noble lords, we all went towards the deep woods, so ..."
"Forget it! That's not the point! You send three dragons and fifty dragon-fishers to watch this silver dragon! Remember don't let her run and die!"
Rand interrupted Atem, the leader of the Dragonlings, and glanced behind him at the Silver Dragon, who was not far behind her, with two dragon cubs by her side, and the young female who had not left this Silver Dragon's for a moment in the past two days.
Looking at the Silver Dragon's appearance at the moment, Atem, the dragon leader, was filled with consternation, but said nothing more and immediately obeyed the arrangement.
With a low roar, Rand called on the two dragon cubs, the three dragons, nearly thirty draconians, and a thousand dragon-fishers, and set off in great numbers.
On her way out, the little female dragon urged the Silver Dragon not to let anything happen to him!
The silver dragon had not breathed a sigh of relief until this moment, and tears of humiliation flowed indefensibly from the corners of her eyes.
She was chagrined! Remorse!
The last two days had left her in an abyss!
Her pride, her pride, her pride had all been shattered and humiliated by the little female dragon, almost broken!
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At times she had even thought of dying.
But the red dragon cub saw through it all!
That shameless, lowly thing threatened her! If she dared to kill herself, she would make herself the laughing stock of all the dragons! A disgrace! Inscribed into the dragon heritage!
And then she would be brought back to life as a dragon witch demon!
My God! When the Silver Dragon heard the words of that dragon cub, his whole body froze to the bone!
It was like a demon in dragon's skin!
She swore she had never seen such a shameless dragon as that dragon cub!
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"Ow !!!! Ow !!!!"
"ROAR!!! ROAR!!!"
"ANG!!!"
Led by the three dragons, the entire army of dragons was vast and they marched with reckless abandon.
Dragon roars resounded all the way to the clouds!
A few dozen kilometres ahead.
A small town appeared in front of them and the legions of dragons met it without dodging!
A few kilometres away, some villagers heard the dragon's roar.
On the lookout in the village, soldiers who were resting spotted the commotion and placed a magic telescope in front of them.
With the help of the magic telescope, he could clearly see the terrifying army several kilometres away!
This frightened him straight to the point of pissing his trousers.
The soldier cried out with a broken expression and quickly went to the barracks, found his officer and reported in a panic what he had just seen.
Naturally the officer didn't believe him at first, but he went to the watchtower and took a look through the binoculars!
Then, he too pissed straight away!
He got the barons of the town to form a trio of pissing their trousers.
The lookout soldier, somewhat broken, looked at the baron and said, "Lord Baron ... me, what should we do?"
"What to do? What to do? How do I know what to do? Fucking bastards! What the hell is going on here? Why is a good thing! A dragon is coming to my territory!
Who the hell is that! Who's the one who messed with this dragon? If I find out! I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"
The Baron cursed madly.
Then he looked at the captain of the guard and grabbed him by the shoulders and said.
"You! As a former ninth rank warrior! Are you sure of leading my army against that evil dragon and his dependents?"
"!"
The captain who was asked the question was dumbfounded.
He looked at the Baron with a look of foolishness and said.
"Lord Baron! Are you joking with me? Asking us to fight against the three evil dragons, and his evil dependents? Do you think I am a great warrior? No! Even if I were a great warrior, there is no way I could fight a three-headed evil dragon!"
The captain said so.
"Then ... what did you ask me to come here to see this for?" The Baron asked with a start.
"Me? I just asked you to take a look and then we can all run together! After all, as your subordinate, it's not good for me to run ahead of you!" The captain explained!
It dawned on the Baron!
Then, he returned to his residence in a panic, took some valuable things with him and ran straight away!
The other lords and soldiers, too, had noticed that something was wrong! After stumbling upon the information of the Lord's escape.
They ran away with him!
A large town with a population of at least nearly a thousand people.
By the time Rand arrived with his army, there was not a single person in sight! And not a single dog!
The whole town was empty.
Rand didn't care about this, and continued to move slowly on.
Instead, the two dragon cubs slowly slowed down and then turned back to the town.
Of course Rand knew what these two guys were up to, they probably wanted to go back and pick up anything of value.
The results spoke for themselves, and the two dragon cubs looked lost, obviously having found nothing.
This was only natural.
After all, Rand was leading a large army that was actually marching very slowly, which gave them plenty of time to evacuate!
When the entire Dragon's Army left.
It was only after most of the day that the men of these towns returned with some boldness, and looking at the town, which had not been much damaged, the men felt a little strange.
What was this three-headed dragon, with his legions of evil, trying to do?
Not looting! Nor was it destruction ...
Wherever the legions of dragons went, it could be said that the kings avoided retreating, and no noble power dared to face its front at all.
This matter was also then fast-tracked and passed to the ears of the surrounding nobles.
Soon.
The city of Dorothea.
The Count's castle, somewhere in the basement.
Three nature elves were tied to an iron post, covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, their originally fair skin now covered in whip marks!
"Say! Where the hell did that evil dragon go?"
A man who was probably in his sixties, but whose body looked extremely strong, as if he were a brown bear, asked viciously.
In his hand he also held a whip covered in blood.
In his voice, it was all hostility and tyranny, like a demonic wind from hell.
"I ...... have ... said ... I ... don't know ..."
One of the nature elves tied in the middle had his head hanging low and made a voice like a mosquito's fly, his breath weakened beyond measure.
"Don't know? You're the captain of that evil dragon's elven lackeys! You tell me you don't know? You're kidding me!"
The brown bear-like old man roared, and at once with a fling of his arm, the whip in his hand turned into a long snake and lashed viciously at the elf!
SMACK!!!
"Oooh er ..."
The elf groaned and actually passed out straight away, his breath getting weaker and weaker as he seemed to be dying.
"Want to die? It's not that easy!"
The old man, who looked like a brown bear, let out a low roar and actually took out a bottle of red potion from one of the dimensional pouches on his waist. Grabbing the elf's chin, he forced her to open her mouth and poured it down.
When a few sips of the red potion were poured in.
The elf then coughed twice and came to her senses.
"Oooh ... am I ... not dead yet?"
The elf's voice was filled with confusion.
"The evil dragon's lackeys! The suffering you now suffer! Not even one ten thousandth of my daughter's! How could I possibly let you all die?
And that incompetent creature in Ireland! How could you allow the Lords to harm my daughter! The death of those cunts alone! You think this is over? No way!
You'll see! Whether it's the dragon! Or you! And Ireland! I will take your heads and hang them on my daughter's grave! Wait for me!!!"
The old man, brown as a bear, flung a slap in the elf's face and spoke again viciously.
He was the father of the Viscountess of Ireland, the Earl of Doro.
Also an extremely strong, great warrior assessed as level 17 by the Adventurers' Association!
Legend has it that this Earl, during his adventurous journey as a young man, was taken captive by a legendary level spell caster and great alchemist.
When he reappeared a year later, he had the strength and power of a bear, and rose through the ranks of his profession, eventually becoming a level 17 great warrior and successfully claiming his earldom.
Knock knock knock~
A footstep sounded, and inside the basement, an additional man in his forties, who bore a seven or eighty percent resemblance to the Count but was a little smaller in size, appeared.
He scanned the bound elf with a hint of greed in his eyes and unconsciously licked his lips.
"What are you doing here?"
Count Doro asked, unable to resist, as he glanced over.
"Father! I have just received news! There is an evil dragon with his dependents running rampant through the kingdom, causing many nobles to cry foul."
The man returned, he was the eldest son of Earl Dorn, also a powerful 15th level great warrior.
"What business is it of ours? Our dear King's Majesty will clean up that evil dragon anyway." Count Dorn could not help but say.
"Lord father, that evil dragon I heard has black scales all over its back and only red scales on its chest and belly, and, its neck is very short, and most crucially, the path it takes seems to be straight towards us!"
"What? It's the evil dragon that killed your sister?"
The Earl of Dorn got excited at once and slapped his eldest son on the shoulder, stifling his grin.
"No, I heard that this evil dragon grew extremely large, at least twenty meters in length, and we suspect that it is the parent of that evil dragon.
Humph! What a cowardly dragon! Thanks to all the effort we put into setting up the anti-aircraft field, we didn't expect that evil dragon to be nothing more than a cowardly dog-headed human!"
"The parents of that dragon? Ha ha ha! That's good! I kidnapped his elves! Nearly half killed, nearly half enslaved! The dragon may have heard the news!
He knew he was no match for me and called his parents! That's good! Parents against parents! Then let's see who's better! Who's the better fighter? If we defeat the parents of that dragon! No dragon will be able to shelter him!
Then, with the bloodline tracing spell, we can easily find that evil dragon! And kill it!"
Count Dorn shouted with excitement.
"There is no doubt about it! Father, you are the strongest of all the Earl's forces! The entire domain has over thirty masters of the fifteenth rank and above!
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An army of fifteen thousand! A mere dragon! A mere dragon is nothing!
Even a legend would have no chance of returning against his father's army!" Dorn's son boasted.
"How many more days until they can reach here?"
Count Dorn did not rejoice in his son's boasting, but continued to ask.
"Two more days."
"Good! You go and inform all the troops! Come out of the city with me at once to meet this evil dragon!"
"Of course!"
Dorn's son answered, but immediately a strange smile appeared on his face as he glanced at the three elves and once again licked his lips, saying.
"Father! Now that the father of that evil dragon has appeared, these three elves are useless, aren't they?"
Two of the three elves shook at the sound of the words, but immediately fell silent again; death, perhaps, was a relief to them at the moment.
"Indeed it's useless! You want it again?" Count Dorn could not resist glancing at his son.
"Ah! Of course! Father! And that male elf please reward me! I have long noticed him! Of all the male elves, he is the most beautiful!"
Dorn's son said, his eyes burning into the only male elf of the three, which caused the latter's body to shudder and he couldn't help but look up, revealing a face so white that it was indistinguishable from male and female.
"No! You ... you can't do this! Kill! Kill me! Kill me if you can!"
The male elf screamed in terror.
"Kill you? My little baby! I couldn't spare it!" Dorn's son gave a strange smile.
"Humph! You have a peculiar hobby, indeed!" Count Dorn couldn't help but twitch his face.
"Father! What's wrong with that?
You have taught me since I was a child! A real man does what a real man does!
To make your enemies wail in fear, shed blood and tears in front of you!
That's what I've always done! Isn't that what a real man does?"
Dorn's son laughed.
"Come on! Come out with me and mobilise the army! Prepare for battle!"
"No! Father! I can't hold back! Let me finish first! Just five minutes! Just give me five minutes!"
"..."
Count Dorn looked at his son and wondered deeply if what he had once said, was right anymore.
A real man has to be tough!
A real man has to make his enemies bleed! Shed tears!
A real man has to fill your enemies with fear!
There seemed nothing wrong with all this, and yet there seemed to be something very wrong with what his son was doing.
"Ugh ~ five minutes! Just five minutes! One second longer! I'll break your legs!"
Count Dorn finally got up and left.
Behind him, resounded the wail of the male elf!
Five minutes later, Dorn's son emerged from the basement with his trousers up and a look of relief on his face, and Count Dorn began to reorganise his army!
A day later.
The entire city, out with over twenty high level fifteen or higher professionals, and a whole army of twelve thousand hulking towards the path the evil dragon must have taken!
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And at this moment, Rand slowly flew in mid-air, still not too fast
The little female dragon was on one side, and somewhat couldn't help but ask
"Rand! If we are so slow, hasn't Count Dorn already prepared to meet the enemy? Why not just launch a surprise attack?
Just like you did with the Irish Viscount before, we'll attack from the sky and kill them, then they'll be so scared that we'll be able to crush them easily, right?"
"Fool! What kind of dragon would fight another in its own territory! That would cost me a lot of money!"
Rand said with a lazy glance at the little female dragon.
"Your own territory? Our territory, isn't it in the Greenwood?"
"No! The city of Dorn is mine! From the moment I returned to this continent! It has belonged to me!"
Rand growled low, meaning it.
"Every single person there! Every gold coin! It's all mine! I'm just going over there now to receive my property!"
"Ugh? Is that so?" The little female dragon was uncertain and a little confused.
She was stumped for a moment before it dawned on her, and then looked at Rand with two glowing eyes.
"Rand! You're amazing! That makes so much sense! I don't think it's just you! The whole kingdom is yours!"
The little female dragon had a look of adoration on her face.
The following morning.
The giant dragon army and Count Dorn's army.
Meeting kilometres apart, in a wide grassy field!
Several of the commanders leading the army, with hawk-eye magic applied to their eyes, could see the dragon army clearly from a long distance away.
They were not surprised at the sight of the three-headed dragons, but could not help but frown at the sight of the scale-covered draconians and the dragon-fishers with long tails.
Although they had heard of them in the intelligence, seeing them with their own eyes made a difference.
"What kind of monsters are those?"
Count Dorn couldn't help but ask.
"Not sure, it is not recorded in the Book of Monsters.
Perhaps they are a new breed of dependents bred by the evil dragons.
As you know, these evil dependents, who have no reproductive requirements, will usually strike as long as they are of the opposite sex.
I once read in an ancient book that originally, in this world, there were no little dog-headed men, but some evil ancient apes that looked like us humans struck out at some small hellhounds, and there were little dog-headed men.
Those orcs, I'm told, were the result of the ancient apes striking out at the green-faced demons of the Abyss.
The elves, on the other hand, were the result of striking out at some elven tree monsters ..." one of the lieutenants explained with vigour.
"That's enough! I know what you mean! No need to go on!"
Count Dorn interrupted the other man's words.
He drew the sword in his hand and shouted violently.
"My soldiers! This dragon has destroyed countless towns along the way! It has killed countless citizens of the kingdom! And now it is coming for our territory! Our homes!
He! He wants to destroy our home! Can we let such a dragon win? No! We can't!
We must take the initiative! Protect our home! Destroy this evil dragon!"
Count Dorn gave a pre-battle pep talk.
The soldiers erupted into an amazing shout.
"All soldiers, on your mark! Disperse! Keep your groups of ten ready to attack!
Spellcasters and archers at the ready!
Priest, make my soldiers stronger!"
Count Dorn roared, barking orders.
The army, over ten thousand strong, moved quickly in response.
And in the distance.
Rand, flying at the front of the line, grinned and roared in the same way.
"My dependents! Now! The time has come to show what you can do! Prove to me that you can tear apart any enemy!"
At these words, one of the draconians pulled out a conchhorn and blew.
Whoo-hoo-hoo~ the high sound of the horn rang out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! For the sake of my Lord! Kill!!!"
The draconians and dragon-fishmen shook their bodies and rushed to kill with extremely frenzied expressions.
They were unconsciously compared to the time when they were still humans and fishmen, although they had not been brainwashed.
They have become much more daring.
They have become even more fanatical about war and have begun to act with some recklessness.
They charged forward without fear of anything.
And the two dragon cubs roared with excitement and charged on!
Rand, on the other hand, was at the end of the line, advancing slowly. He was in no hurry to attack, mainly because he wanted to see how his army, in a real battle, would fare!
There had been estimates of combat power before, but after all, none of these guys had ever been involved in a real battle.
Now was the time for them to be truly tested.
Without having been baptized in blood and fire, they were nothing more than a bunch of house pigs in Rand's eyes!
When the two sides were still about seven or eight hundred metres away.
Some of the spellcasters who had been preparing for a long time cast their spells, shooting a rain of fire from far away at the advancing dragon army!
Fire-based spells are the most powerful of all elemental spells, and also the ones that will be chosen the most to kill the enemy in battle!
In just an instant, hundreds of fire spells fell in an overwhelming rain!
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom bang!
These fire rains landed with a roar!
The grass was set ablaze and some of the draconians and dragon-fishers were even hit directly, their entire bodies engulfed in flames, but in the next instant, they were cutting right through the smoke of the explosion and breaking through the layers of flaming barriers!
They continued to scream and charge!
There weren't even many scars on their bodies!
Just a slight blackening?
This caused Count Dorn's pupils to flinch and he shouted again under the aegis of the wind spell
"All spellcasters! Prepare lightning spells! Archers prepare to fire!"
With this roar, Count Dorn shouted.
The entire army immediately went into action.
When the dragon army was still four or five hundred meters away from the army.
Blue lightning flashed across the sky, piercing through the void and hitting a group of evil dragon dependents, followed by an overwhelming rain of arrows falling on them!
All of them were hit by the lightning and their bodies were numb.
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But even so, some of them recovered quickly, and only a very few of them were frozen in place.
Since ancient times, lightning and fire have not been very separate from each other.
As the dependents of Rand, the true fire dragon, they are also extremely resistant to thunder and fire.
Most of them bounced off the scales, while some of them barely managed to get through the scales, and only a few of them managed to get inside their bodies and make them scream!
Soon the distance between the two sides was only two hundred metres!
Only then did Count Dorn's army, the most advanced, roar and lunge at the dragon dependents!
The moment the two sides came into contact.
The dragons exploded into battle, each one like a giant bear, rampaging!
All the soldiers in the way! As soon as they were touched, they were either knocked away or their heads were smashed with a punch.
Even if they happened to hit a draconian with a sword, most of them had only just cut through their scale armour, and before they could rejoice, they were killed with a punch back!
The ichthyosaurians, on the other hand, were far less ferocious than the draconians, who were probably only about level 2-3 in strength.
Their scale armour defences were a little more fragile compared to the draconians, and they could easily get really hurt when slashed by some of the stronger soldiers.
However, they are extremely mad and will hold you in their arms even after being slashed, and then tear up the flesh with their sharp mouth teeth! It looks extremely vicious!
Ow ow ow howl howl howl!
Not far away, the dragons roar!
Two dragon cubs have also arrived on the battlefield, flying dozens of metres in the air and spitting dragon breath.
Huge amounts of fire and sulphuric acid poured down, causing large swathes of soldiers to scream and wail.
One by one, the firemen wailed and rolled on the ground.
Those covered in acid tore their flesh off and died miserably!
Dragons, even if they are still young, are a real meat grinder on the battlefield!
As long as there are no high-ranking professionals in the way!
The Count of Dorn, who had not yet moved from afar, could not help but frown at all this, and an adjutant beside him, could not help but say.
"These monsters, they're very strong! Their equipment is lousy, but the scale armour on their bodies is just too much of an obstacle!
Those tall monsters are even more powerful, a dozen to twenty soldiers, can't even deal with them.
Even those short ones, one can deal with two or three soldiers ...
As for those two dragons, it will be very difficult to deal with them without high-level spell casters, as well as Hunter Rangers stepping in."
"No need to wait around! That evil dragon won't strike now! Let's just wipe out all of his dependents first!"
Count Dorn then ordered.
The whole army, in total, immediately launched!
"Ow-ho-ho-ho! Humans! Tremble before the great Red Dragon Queen, Fiona Sapphis Oakburn! Wail! Experience true despair! Ha ha ha ha!"
The little female dragon laughed furiously, her dragon's breath gushing wildly, and in just a few moments she had burnt at least fifty or sixty people to death, and the way they were wailing in despair before him was a great boost to her heart.
At last, she had found her pride as a dragon!
That said ... this seems to be the first time she has killed someone?
The feeling! It was intoxicating to dragons! No wonder Rand likes to kill the weak ...
Just then, a green glowing arrow appeared out of nowhere and shot at the little female dragon!
The little female dragon was so excited that she didn't notice and was shot straight through the wing!
A shower of blood spurted out.
The little female dragon fell to the ground with a scream.
Just then, a figure in black appeared underneath her and leapt up! A dagger with a cold glint in its hand stabbed the little dragon right in the neck!
It was an extremely powerful magical weapon!
It could have broken through her armour!
The little dragon took one look and realised that something was wrong, if she was hit in the neck, which was a weak point, she would be seriously injured if not killed!
The little female dragon's eyes showed a hint of panic at this moment, and instinctively opened her mouth to yell.
"Rand !!!! Help! !!!!"
The next moment.
Buzz!!!
In a strange sound, an incomparably bright purple ion stream beam cut through the void and descended violently!
The dagger of the man in black crossed his own neck at once.
Zee!!!
Countless sparks exploded as the man in black dropped his dagger the moment it quickly glowed red and heated up before landing on the ground, after which his entire body faded into darkness!
But the purple beam didn't stop there, pursuing it towards the left!
Anyone swept by the beam is instantly set alight by the flames and falls to the ground, rolling over and over! Howling in the worst possible way!
This momentary change of events caused Count Dorn and the others, as well as the two dragon cubs, who had not yet taken action, to look along the purple beam of light.
Only to see, hundreds of metres away.
The dragon that had not made a single move was holding its neck high, its originally crimson eyes glowing purple, and a terrifying stream of purple ions was gushing out along his gaze! The power was astonishing!