The knights tightened their grip on the reins, and their spears were just handed out, and the powerful force formed by lighting the light of will and burning the fire of life pierced through the body of the beast in front of them.

The neighing of the war horse suddenly sounded, raising its iron hooves and trampling the fleshy land.

Whew!

The sound of rapid breathing came from under the face armor of the war horse, and without the master pulling the reins, the war horse that had been fighting side by side with the master for a long time also knew how to turn its head, as if drawing a large circle on this blood-stained land, avoiding the rejection of horses and trenches, and then turned back and began to prepare for the next charge.

The black dragon flapped its wings and flew low, knocking all the flying creatures away from Cervantes along the way.

Roar –

The coercion released from the vertical pupils swept across the sky, and the flying creatures fell to the ground as their wings stiffened and disobeyed, turning them into pools of flesh and blood.

With a tough attitude, the black dragon landed in the trench and behind the rejection of the horse, and before the outskirts of the Black Forest, the huge tail swept by, and many beasts were knocked away, crashing into several beasts, and rolling and trampling into flesh foam together.

The two-person tall black dragon absorbed the free elemental energy in the air, and the stomach was also extracting the elemental energy in the blood in the body, and the flame dragon breath that automatically obtained the [Spell Strength] enhancement effect erupted from the black dragon's mouth, and the cone-shaped flame bloomed with a strong light.

"Whoa!"

The flames ignited the fur of the beasts, and just as most beasts possess fur, the battlefield became a sea of fire!

Cervantes, once nicknamed 'Deathwing' by the maid, waved his two front paws, and the animals with flames on their bodies were constantly flapped away, falling to the middle of nowhere, and then setting an area on fire.

The black dragon was rampaging on the battlefield, and the matte black scales were soaked in blood, and naturally there were some wounds.

Cervantes' ferocity made the soldiers shout excitedly, as if inspired - just as the old duke still stood in front of everyone, their new duke also carried on the tradition of the Sadpies, led the soldiers, and stood in front of everyone!

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

Flags fluttered over the city walls, and the indomitable bravery proved Cervantes!

So, the soldiers from all over the Sorrowful Wind Territory cheered!

Zorrell's expression was indifferent, and he continued to contribute his strength to the battlefield, chanting together, communicating the magic net, and condensing the fireball!

Fireball!Fireball!Fireball!

Carrying a scorching current, the fireball exploded in the herd, startling the poor beasts with a burst of flames, and the dragons fled leaderlessly, only to be crushed by what seemed to be a steady stream of beasts pouring out of the Black Forest.

Cervantes grabbed a tree with his claws, uprooted it, and waved the tree with its branches like a tail.

The trunk of the tree slashed through the ground, creating a clearly visible furrow in the ground, and the body of the beast flew out, fell to the ground, and rolled over and over like a ball that had been struck.

In the process of falling and rolling, many panicked beasts were stoned to death, causing many beasts to let out pitiful whimpers and stop moving, but they were knocked to the ground by the various animals that followed, and they were trampled under their feet, and they could not get back up.

"Gold coins!" A hint of struggle flashed in the black dragon's eyes, but in the end he still chose to obey his heart, "Family!"

"Sad Wind Leader!"

Cervantes flapped his wings to the ground and rushed into the Black Forest in a fit of rage.

Knocking down trees, destroying woodlands, and once again the dragon's breath has completely ignited these 'flammables', but there are no forest fires in this world.

The kobold shaman sensed the approach of the powerful individual, picked up the staff made from the humanoid skulls and leg bones, and screamed.

An ogre warrior smashes the head of a wild goblin and shoves its corpse into his mouth, and the wild goblins scream at the ogre warrior.

Seeing this, the kobold shaman ran over and tapped one of the ogre shaman's heads with his staff, and the ogre shaman threw a stone at hand at the ogre warrior's head to calm him down.

"Roar—"

When the dragon's roar sounded, Cervantes had already appeared in front of the humanoids, and the troll immediately grabbed the spear behind his back, but was slapped aside by the black dragon with his claws.

The kobold shaman, who was still 'fierce', immediately threw away his staff, knelt down, tried to communicate with the 'Black Dragon' in dragon language, and begged Cervantes to let him and his people live.

The blue-skinned ogre bravely picked up the wooden stick and rushed up, and the huge force was transmitted from the wooden stick to Cervantes's skin, and the pain that he had not felt for a long time once again stimulated the black dragon's nerves.

Cervantes' eyes were red, and he flicked a claw, the sharp claws that pulled several deep wounds into the large humanoid's body, and then turned and flicked his tail, emptying the humanoids and trees around him.

The humanoid creatures that drove the beast were flapped away, and when the beast lost control, it was terrified by the flesh mill in front of it, and did not dare to continue forward, turning around and fleeing into the depths of the forest.

Kobolds and wild goblins flee from the wind, ogres and trolls don't bother with the treachery of their 'allies', because they have never trusted each other, so how can they be disappointed?

"Whoa!"

The troll roamed around Cervantes with stone and wooden spears, and the ogre dragged its hunky body over.

The huge size became a burden, and Cervantes never stuck to his appearance, but transformed into a human form in full view of everyone.

The trolls exclaimed, and the ogres froze for a moment, then cheered, their poor wisdom couldn't understand how the two-legged beast was here, and where the beast that was so big that it could feed the tribe for a few days if it was killed had gone, all they knew was that the two-legged beasts were weak, and they all appeared in piles, and as long as one two-legged beast was here, there would be more two-legged beasts nearby.

The ogre cheered for the food, the troll slowly swam away with his spear raised, and Cervantes grinned and smiled.

The figure disappeared in an instant, and suddenly appeared in front of an ogre, who had some doubts on his face, and then was punched in the head.

"Ahh

A troll threw a spear, but when the spear was stuck in the trunk of a tree, Cervantes appeared in another place.

Cervantes once learned from a warrior monk how to use the 'qi' in his body, for the world of Assatom, the profession of warrior monk is a foreign product, even now, there are not many warrior monks in the world of Assatom, and even fewer warrior monks are willing to teach a black dragon.

Cervantes couldn't learn spells, not because he couldn't communicate with the magic web, but because he couldn't learn to construct complex spells.

Like many five-colored dragons, his mother rarely cared for him, and after the age of five she basically stopped looking for food for him, and had to hunt on his own if he wanted to eat.

Bad memories as a child made him fight harder, and unlike most of his cousins, Cervantes became a master of combat.

All parts of the dragon's body are natural weapons, and so are the tempered human bodies, and Cervantes has a natural advantage in this regard.

So there is a scene where a humanoid black dragon is chasing a group of fleeing ogres and trolls.

The humanoid black dragon is too agile, not to mention the ogre with huge strength but heavy body, even the troll is difficult to hit, and in this invincible situation, nothing will continue to stay here except for the ogre with a weak brain.

And the same is true of the ogre, after seeing that this two-legged beast has killed many of its kind, even if they are as poor as they are, they know how to write the word 'escape'...... Forget it, they can't understand!

The beast ran back to the Black Forest, and the knight dismounted, took off his helmet, and showed a tired countenance.

They are remembering their comrades who died in battle, including knights who unfortunately fell from their horses, soldiers who were trampled by wild beasts, and adventurers and mercenaries who resisted at the forefront of the war.

They may not have been able to know the names of their companions until they died, but they did pay with their lives for the Sadwind Leader, and they deserved to be commended.

After the remembrance was over, cheers were greeted as the survivors chanted the name of the new duke, while Zorel clenched his fists and said nothing.