"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded behind Roland and his group, and blue light illuminated the sky.
"The escaping dragon power! There's a dragon knight!" Roland's pupils shrank, but he reacted immediately.
"It should be one of ours! He's attacking the orcs! Our dragon knight is here!" Roland announced this very morale-boosting news to everyone. You know, in this world full of magic and fighting spirit, the dragon knight is undoubtedly one of the most advanced combat forces.
"Whoosh!" A strong wind struck! It was the gust of wind whipped up by the wings of the Star Dragon Skye. Even if the low-flying dragon didn't attack anyone in its supersonic flight path, it would likely kill them. Although Star Dragons weren't known for their speed, the gust of wind whipped up by their wings still blew most of the Orcs to and fro, and even the Lagran soldiers were affected to some extent.
"Peter! Block the battlefield! We need to rest!" Roland shouted.
The royal guards, whose formation was blown into disarray, were in urgent need of adjustment. With more than half of their strength depleted, they had expended a lot of energy in the strong wind just stirred up by the dragon's wings. The wide tower shield brought infinite resistance!
"Oh my God! Why did King Roland break away from the Knights?" Peter Gro heard the call from below and took a closer look. He found that the infantry led by Roland were actually separated from the cavalry by several blocks. What was going on?
Before Peter Grodo could think, Skye had already flapped his wings and soared into the sky. The rich dragon power penetrated his body and formed a shield that broke the sound barrier. Then Skye swooped down and roared towards the orc army that still had no reaction.
"Ang!" The dragon roar resounded through the sky, and the orcs once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the dragon riders. The genes hidden in their blood were activated. Countless years ago, it was such a terrifying air force that slaughtered the orc army, and now this power has descended upon the continent again!
"Hide!" Roland suddenly felt something was wrong. The power of large-scale map cannons such as dragon breath and dragon language magic was terrifying. Even if they were scratched by the edge of the dragon's breath, they would be skinned alive if not killed, because the star dragon's breath came with the characteristic of annihilation!
“Ouch!”
"Ahhahahaha!"
"ah!"
Directly struck by the dragon's breath, how could these pitiful orcs possibly survive? Orcs wailed and fell to the ground, struggling. They could only watch helplessly as they and their companions died... annihilated, their bodies slowly weathering, shattering, and dissipating as the dragon's breath invaded them...
"Dragon God! What's so powerful?" Roland stared in shock as the road behind him widened more than twice as much. A massive trench, over 300 meters long, 20 meters wide, and 5 meters deep, appeared before everyone's eyes. In some places, the dragon's breath hadn't completely dissipated, still consuming the surrounding dirt and rocks. As for the orcs? Roland looked up and saw that the entire rear was deserted. Even the buildings on either side were in ruins. Numerous structures had been destroyed by the dragon's breath, and the orcs who had taken refuge within them had been sent to paradise. Even those who weren't killed immediately were buried alive underground.
"Boom!" The heavy dragon body fell directly down, and the Star Dragon Sky slowly lowered his head to reveal Peter Gro who was sitting on his neck.
"King Roland! Your knights are fighting the orcs in the front. You can join them. The remaining orc remnants are left to you. I have two other coalition forces that I haven't gone with yet! I'm leaving first! I wish you good luck!" Peter Gro held his chest and nodded to Roland before riding his dragon into the sky again.
"So cool! When can I have a dragon? I want to be a dragon knight too..." Roland envied Peter Gro's elegance and good luck.
Any intelligent race that contracts with the dragon clan will not only enjoy an extended lifespan, but also gain exceptional cultivation talents. Even if you spend your days eating, drinking, and having fun, it won't hinder you from reaching the pinnacle of Rank Six. Any Dragon Knight, Dragon Warrior, or other profession that survives this growth period has a bright future! A profession that rivals the gods is no joke!
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"Goddess! The king has gone mad!" Peter Gro saw the coalition army on the second route in the sky. To be more precise, it was the Elf King riding away with such speed...
"puff!"
"laugh!"
“Crack!”
Iovia's ruthless attacks were deadly. He was seeking revenge! He was venting his rage. This place was a place of shame for a certain Elven King. Here, he was humiliated by his vaunted agility skills, and was actually backstabbed by a Ringwraith! A knight backstabbed a ranger... could there be a greater irony than this?
Iovia, having brought disgrace upon the goddess, certainly couldn't bear this. So when the orcs launched an all-out counterattack and surrounded the coalition forces, Iovia's first reaction wasn't surprise or panic, but a radiant look. The surrounding star elves understood the meaning of his gaze! It was the look of delight at the sight of prey.
When Eovia gave up even the bow and arrow, when he once again drew a scimitar from the back of a star elf, he demonstrated the violence of a ranger and the wrath of the Elven King! Luckily, Eovia hadn't encountered any Ringwraith ambushes along the way, or hadn't encountered any yet. Without a counterforce of equal strength, Eovia went completely berserk. Battle spirit radiated from the tip of his blade, forming a blade beam several meters long. The double-edged swipe made even the defensive shield warriors and knights frown. The visual impact was simply overwhelming!
"Dragon Breath!" Peter Groh ordered softly.
Skye understood and immediately blew out a dragon's breath that swept across the Orcs who were chasing the coalition forces. The coalition soldiers who were originally resisting the ambushes that kept appearing in the rear suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The dragon knight was extremely lethal to the Orcs who lacked air knights. Even the Ringwraiths themselves could not suppress Skye. After all, nightmares could not fly. Unless Sauron equipped the Ringwraiths with demon dragons in advance, otherwise, if a knight-like professional wanted to limit a dragon knight with air superiority with his attack range... forget it.
"Your Highness!" Peter Gro jumped down from the back of a low-flying dragon and came to Iovia's side. He drew his scimitar and joined the team that killed the orcs.
"Come on! Kill these bastards! Then follow me to chop off the heads of those Ringwraiths. I really want to know if they are immortal!" A cold light flashed in Iovia's eyes.
"Your Highness, you are rushing too far!" Peter Gro reminded Iovia tactfully, almost pointing at him and saying that you are going too far.
"Don't forget, there are still those giant crossbows hidden in the dark..." Seeing that Iovia was unmoved, Peter Gro had no choice but to continue speaking. Although it was very satisfying to kill enemies in the crowd with his king, once they fell into a trap, that would be another story. Obviously, Peter Gro did not want to be the protagonist of the story, nor did he want Iovia to be the protagonist of the story, so staying with the soldiers became their only choice.
