87_87643The silly legends that circulate around the fireplace and between the wine tables often appear fearless knights who can ride it and charge with their spears raised. They are the dream sweethearts of all maidens - in real reality there are only two possibilities: either the rider on the dragon's back is not a foolish knight at all, or the knight is riding a dragon at all.

Only the most powerful beings can command dragons, creatures whose strength and mind are far beyond the imagination of mortals, and often at great risk.

The white dragons still hovered over the fortress, acting as the most lethal vanguard of the monster army with their icy spitting and fanged claws. Dale Ruo held the wooden staff, and did not make any other movements, his gray sideburns were a little messy by the wind, and his deep eyes were fixed on the battlefield of the furnace in the ice and snow in front of him. The archmage maintained a huge amount of magic that could ignore the will of the dragon who responded to the call, and this legendary summoning spell didn't care if it was a five-colored dragon or a metal dragon, or what the consequences of forcing the dragons to help would lead to it, the only condition was that the comer should be as strong as possible - so he didn't even try to help the defenders who were fighting fiercely below, but instead concentrated all his remaining energy and waited for the hard negotiations that were coming.

The first "dragon ally" who arrived here caused a lot of trouble for Daerru.

"Aha...... I've heard of you, mages to watch. ”

The behemoth, covered in crimson scales, with a heavy smell of sulfur and the heat of melting frost and snow, landed on the top of the crystal tower. It glanced contemptuously at the group of white dragons flying around it, and showed a little interest in the tragic battlefield.

"Looks like you need my help. So what price are you going to pay?, this beautiful little mage tower?" the red dragon bent down his thick neck. Placing the scarred head with curved horns, almost the size of a pony, and covered in scars parallel to the balcony, Dale's vague shadow reflected in his eyes like lava balls: "I might think about it...... I think the pieces of it can be used to decorate my palace. ”

"Klaus!" Dale didn't flinch in the face of the most voracious red dragon of all dragons. He directly called out the name of this powerful red dragon in the Northlands, and injected the stirring magic power into its mind: "This is not a request - obey me!

Klaus let out a roar of rage that shook the entire fortress. He soared into the air, his massive wings with a slight blue-gray edge flapping into the wind, his claws scratching at the crystal tower. A churning scorching flame spilled from between the red dragon's teeth. Enraged by Daerruo's unreasonableness, but the power of the archmage restrained him, the red dragon struggled for a while, and finally chose to cooperate in anger.

"You'll pay for it, mage!" the white dragon group became the target of Klaus's anger, and he spewed a ball of flame a hundred times more fierce than the fireball technique, enveloping an old white dragon that swept past him, followed by a charge into the cloud of fire he had created.

The reinforcements that came in were two metal dragons, which made Daerruo breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn't entirely sure that it could forcibly control a dragon as powerful as Klaus.

"What kind of existence can cause such evil?"

Gracefully and unbelievably silver dragons roamed in the hazy clouds of the ground they had brought with them, and not even the icy wind could blow them away.

The silver dragon's noble and perfect body shone with silver brilliance in the mist, making her look like a statue made of pure silver: "No wonder you call me so urgently...... Klaus, the Red Dragon, you even asked for the help of the evil Red Dragon at the same time?"

Fortunately, the brass dragon who came with her diverted the attention of the silver dragon with a very exaggerated shout: "Ahhh

"Your Excellency Abazig!" the silver dragon was visibly unhappy with the brass dragon's fuss, "Can't you use your wisdom where necessary?"

Abazig, who had not been seen for a long time, pouted, this action was strange for a dragon.

He crouched down in the position Klaus had just occupied, looking left and right, "You are too sensitive, noble lady Denissa...... Ahh

The brass dragon leaped down. The strong smell of metal immediately spread in the wind. The silver dragon Denisha glanced warily at the red dragon who was spreading fire and death over the ice field, and did not pursue the archmage again - but followed Abazig and joined the warband in the clouds.

The addition of the three ancient dragons made a big turn for the better in the battle. But not enough to turn things around.

There seems to be another dragon.

Dale hesitated. The spell channel created by the Dragon's Oath connected him to the responders from afar, and the archmage could feel the resonance of power from the other party as they crossed the limits of space...... Something strange, but unusually powerful.

Forcibly summoning a legendary-level ancient dragon has already taken a big risk in itself. The more people come, the more the risk rises exponentially - who knows if there will be another dragon that will be even more brutal and perverse than Scarface Klaus?

But now it's too late to interrupt the spell. Controlling Klaus for the time being has already consumed a considerable amount of his mana, if he once again drives the spell to work unconventionally. It is likely to be an extraneous affair again.

So the fourth dragon soon appeared under the gray, gloomy sky in the distance. It was a roaring cloud of thunder and fire—unimaginably fast.

Moriel stood on the wall at the risk of being hit by flying rocks or icy breath, concentrating on the full power of his wand. The gray-black magical energy poured into the lifeless massive body of the city like an endless stream of water, giving it a false vitality. The Frost Giant staggered to his feet. Half of his skull, burned by the dissociation ray, was crooked, and his dull eyes were lifeless. The resurrected living corpse lost its bravery and cruelty in life, but

Can cause some trouble for the besiegers with his emotionless attachment. The woman ordered it to attack the moving things around it, and then throw it down, which was originally very expensive. Now as useless as a small stick, the wand drew another one.

Overhead, the dragon's roar was like rolling thunder, and the flames rained down like drops. A flaming dragon scale landed on Moriel's shoulder, failing to ignite the enchanted robes, but scorching a strand of her hair. The female mage hurriedly slapped off the flowing fire and looked up, just in time to see the roaring electric fire flying rapidly, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The man in the thundercloud stretched out a pair of huge iron wings. The turbine engine, which runs at full speed hidden between the scales and horns, creates a hot air flow that rubs against the cold wind to produce a strong electrical discharge.

A white dragon that happened to stand in the way of the all-metal monster tried to climb up, and spewed a cloud of deadly cold air mixed with ice chips - to no avail. The steel dragon swept under the white dragon's belly. And the white dragon didn't have time to retreat to safety.

As a result, large swaths of dragon blood flowed down from the terrible wounds cut open by the iron dragon's wing claws, and were sprinkled all over the city by the white dragons that were tumbling and fluttering because of the severe pain.

If the legend is true that if you get the dragon's blood, you will be invulnerable, then the group below can set out to conquer the world.

The dragon slammed down on the tower, not only crushing several frost lizards under his thorns, but also biting a frost corpse demon that was leaping into the air with a twist of its head. There was a creaking sound between the steel-toothed iron mouth and the hard-boiled ice and snow shell, like a child greedily swallowing a mouthful full of rock candy.

The cold, dark flames burst out violently, almost enveloping the entire dragon's head. The bitten frost corpse demon tore at it with its hideous claws, and the power was so great. Actually tore the indestructible steel dragon jaw. The dragon spat it out, and almost as soon as it left its mouth, the flaming dragon's breath followed and engulfed the corpse demon - a hot shockwave swept across the ground in front of it, exploding, melting, and spreading all the way to the bottom of the city, and even igniting a raging fire on the ice field.

Black fire still spreads through dragons, but this signature evil fire that wilts the bodies of the strongest warriors is not even as impressive as the claws of the Frost Corpse Demon for a fleshless constructed dragon. The Iron Dragon shook his head, smugly admiring the purgatory endgame he had created.

"Stop putting on a show! go destroy the frost giants!" Morriel shouted at him.

The blue-skinned giant is swinging an ice-forged sledgehammer and smashing the walls of the Icewind Keep. Each blow caused a large number of rocks mixed with ice chips to roll down.

The iron dragon roared down, and the surrounding ice demon bats were driven away like flies. He changed form as he dived, and when he finally finished his transformation, he stepped on the head of the wall smasher. In terms of physical strength, even among the various descendants of the giants, the frost giants were as fragile as babies at his feet. For example, it's like a rookie who has just left the Warrior Academy and comes across a limited-edition enhanced version of the Iron Golem.

The Frost Giant was crushed into the pit of his own creation in the wall, and Forty-Seven leaped to his feet at the sound of his fractures, stretching out his aiming right arm, the cannon reflecting the fire with a hideous glow......

Loud noises and smoke of gunfire. The frost giant, who had suffered a two-pronged salvo head-on, was almost smashed to pieces. Even where he once stood was razed to the ground, and the winter wolves that surrounded him were scattered with flesh and blood—but it was a pity that there were so many good furs.

The reaction force of the heavy boom cannon caused the Construct Giant to lean back in mid-air and change its stance. Just flipped over another roaring frost giant. Forty-Seven struck him in the ribs with an uppercut from behind, and the frost giant, who weighed more than seven thousand pounds, was knocked into the air, and was then cut in two by the spinning chainsaw of the iron fist in the roar of the machinery that had become the main theme of the battlefield.

"Who's that?" said the brass dragon Abazig, standing on the wall in the form of a shriveled old man, looking with great interest. He had just applied the "Anti-Undead Enchantment" to himself and the warriors who were qualified to deal with the Frost Corpse Demon, and then he used a magic field to temporarily trap the empty shadow that was constantly creating corpse demon derivations, and then began to do his job: "I always feel that he is a little familiar! With my excellent memory of Lord Abazig, how could I not remember?"

The Empty Shadow that had first climbed the city wall erupted into a black ring of withered fire, forcibly repelling Chloe and Jane, who had already hit it many times, making its terrifying form much thinner. In front of the two of them, the Shadow of the Void could not sneak up on them, no matter how much it hid its form, whether it was walking between the ground and the wall stones, or creating a magical darkness that the naked eye could not see through - but before it could change its position, the fire elemental also pounced on it, and the Shadow of the Void just protruded from the wall of fire, but it was greeted by a rain of magical beams - and finally it was unbearable, bursting into a drift of black smoke and vanishing, leaving only some dead silence of cold ashes.

Because such a powerful undead creature was not expected, it would be quite difficult for Simbu to destroy them even if Chloe, Jane and the others joined forces.

"He's forty-seven, honorable Lord Abago!" though Milia hadn't actually seen a giantized forty-seven. But she'd already learned too much of the surprise this guy had brought her: "But let's wait until the battle is over!"

"Oh, it's the tin boy...... Hey, I'm Abazig!" The brass dragon's robe shook off in the wind, and once again stretched into huge wings - rushing towards the white dragon group that surrounded the red dragon and the silver dragon.

The other Shadow of the Void immediately retreated after breaking through the force field prison that imprisoned it. Even when affected by the howling ice wind, this undead ghost is far more cunning than any other monster.

Soon, the last of the frost giants was also knocked down by Forty-Seven like a tree. The Frost Giants' troops, which were enough to easily destroy a city, were not much stronger than a herd of sheep to be slaughtered in front of him, and they were not even qualified to give

Slightly bigger trouble - even if both sides rely on their physique to eat, the difference between the weight knots is still noticeable.

For him, it was a jaw-dropping, but suspense-free battle.

The remaining white dragons have gone away. Declare the assault on the Icewind Fortress a failure once again.

Forty-seven, who was still unsatisfied, fell to Moriel's side and became close to the size of a normal person.

"Where have you been wandering around again?" Morriel glanced at him - well, the fool looked radiant.

That's a long way to say. Forty-seven spread his hands and looked up at the three ancient dragons in the sky.

Abazig and Denisha quickly fell, and even though they had taken some damage in the battle, they couldn't be seen at all after turning into human form. The silver dragon turned into a blonde lady in a silver silk robe with tight sleeves, her skin as white as snow. It was enough to envy countless noble ladies and girls, her eyes were always on the red dragon Klaus, and the brass dragon was still the same old man with a sallow face, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he strode towards Forty-Seven: "You are actually the structure I saw in the noisy desert? Come on, come on, change it again and show me ......"

Forty-Seven picked up a serrated sword and kicked it at Abazig, with a severed hand firmly grasped on the hilt: "Haven't you always wanted this two-handed sword? Here you go, now you can pick up a bundle and take it home!"

Only Klaus remained in the form of a dragon. He landed on a half-section of a tower that had been shattered by the frost giant's stone, surrounded by a glimmer of magical protection. The stone skin covering the whole body did not subside, and the long tail coiled all the way to the ground: "Aha...... Another powerhouse to watch. ”

The red dragon lowered his scarred head, and his terrifying appearance matched his deep eyes. It gives people a wise feeling: "Although I don't think you're a dragon, I don't think you're a simple construct." So...... Mighty Iron Warrior, why would you want to be in the company of these lowly and weak humans?"

"It is the 'lowly and weak' humans who have left you with the scars on your face, and it is they who bind you at this moment and force you to serve them. The silver dragon Denisha sneered, not saving face for her own kind, perhaps she didn't think the red dragon was her own kind at all.

The corners of Klaus's mouth twitched, but he finally tolerated the offense, "Hmph, you might as well get closer to the humans, Silver Dragon." Anyway, there is no lower limit to stupidity. ”

"After seeing your humble resistance just now, I am waiting here with some interest. The red dragon flew to the top of the fortress and curled up: "It won't be long before I will witness the complete destruction of this small castle...... I think it will be a pleasant memory to remember. ”

"Although every word of that 'old trouble' red dragon is full of evil...... But as things stand, you have to admit that his prophecy is likely to come true. In the crystal tower's parlor, the silver dragon Denisha was blunt.

"That's right. Even the 'Shadow of the Void' appeared...... God knows if there will be more next time? We must do our best to find it, or even if we win in the end, the entire continent will suffer unbearable calamity because of these monsters. ”

Dale was silent for a moment, then looked at Moriel. From the last experience, I know that this is really a risky adventure for her.

Morriel thought for a moment, then turned his head to look at Forty-Seven beside him.

"Then hurry up. Soon, the female mage said as if she didn't care, "Wait until the next attack comes, and you'll be in trouble......

"Where are you going?" Forty-Seven suddenly looked up, "What are you looking for?" I was chasing Kelly to an interesting place, only to be called back by a jerk's voice before I could have had enough...... By the way, who can sue me, who is that bastard?"

Obviously, no one wanted to answer him.

Morrill withdrew his hand from Forty-Seven's chest.

This kind of spell of peering into the experiences of others should logically be to put the hand on the head of the recipient - and now Morriel can be sure that Forty-Seven has been, is, and will not think with his head.

Daerruo and Xinbu and the others also saw what Morriel had made them see through the telepathic connection, and their faces changed color.

"Can you still find that place?" asked Xinbu solemnly.

"Then who knows. Forty-seven spread his hands: "Maybe." ”

"No, we can't just go there. Daleruo shook his head: "Maybe that's right...... It's bearable for the Iron Warriors of Moriel, but even you, Archmage Hinbu, are bound to be weakened by a rapid amount of power if you enter there. ”

"No problem, I can go and ...... myself," Forty-Seven said halfway through when he was secretly stomped hard by Moriel. What can you do?

"To fight the evil there, we can ask the Lord of Splendor for help. Jane on the side said coldly: "With the strength of me, Miria, and Fiona, we may be able to seek extraordinary divine grace to resist." But...... We need at least a temporary shrine. ”

"What do you see? Do I look like a makeshift temple?" Forty-Seven stared at Fiona, and Miglia took her hand.

"So there's a means of transportation?" the archmage frowned, "The crystal tower can't move anymore, and the fortress must have enough defenses left...... As for the means of transport......"

A warrior of the Frozen Knights stood in the doorway and knocked on the doorframe.

His expression was a little strangely nervous: "Sorry to bother you. But Master Dellor ...... I thought it would be best if you could come out and have a look. ”。