Chapter 145 Gladiator's Formation Plate, the Dragon Hunting Guild's Reliance
The members of the Ironforge clan lined up in a long queue.
Like a winding giant serpent, it slowly moves forward through the mud and gravel of the wilderness.
The ogres carried heavy supplies on their broad shoulders, their steps steady; the gnolls bared their fangs, warily scanning every suspicious shadow around them; the kobolds carefully tended to their young kin, leading them across the rugged terrain with their rough claws.
The group of bears that were originally located in the conifer valley also joined them.
These enormous monster minions followed the red dragon and the iron dragon, clearing the way ahead.
However, the dangers of the wilderness still linger.
Hungry and ferocious lions roamed the distant mountain ridge, their tawny eyes gleaming with greed. Venomous snakes lurked among the withered grass, their scales rubbing against the gravel with a faint sound. Occasionally, wandering spirits would crawl out from the ground, their decaying skeletons making a chilling clattering sound in the wind.
These threats forced the team to slow down.
Several giant Korla eagles patrolled the perimeter, acting as sentinels, and would screech to warn of any problems they might spot.
Galos hovered at the highest point in the sky, his black eyes like sharp blades, scanning the distant horizon. His dragon might acted as an invisible barrier, intimidating the surrounding airspace. Eagles and winged beasts all gave way, not daring to approach.
However.
However, the threats on the ground have not diminished as a result.
Whenever a reckless monster leaps out of the bushes, the red dragon Samantha will charge out suddenly, unleashing blazing dragonfire from between her fangs, burning the attacker to charred remains.
Iron Dragon Sorog, like a silent grim reaper, tore apart the cunning beasts that tried to flank him with his steel-like claws.
Although the fairy dragon Vera is physically weak, she possesses the most acute mental perception.
It flew lightly above the group, and the roar of the dragon woven by illusion often scared away lurking threats.
If it encounters a stubborn enemy, it only needs to call out, and the red dragon and iron dragon will descend like thunder, completely crushing the threat.
As time passed, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the long-awaited sunlight shone on the migrating procession.
The journey north made this warmth seem like a luxury.
The temperature in the air is decreasing little by little.
The white mist exhaled quickly dissipated in the cold morning light.
The surrounding vegetation gradually thinned out, and low shrubs replaced the dense forest, making the desolate and cold atmosphere even stronger.
Samantha, the red dragon, is particularly sensitive to the cold, and her volatile emotions surge beneath her scales.
Its attacks became increasingly ferocious; even harmless beasts that entered its sight would be subjected to a merciless baptism of flames.
The group continued north, each step taking them further from the sweltering wilderness and closer to the frigid tundra.
"It's different from before."
"As the foundation grew and the number of followers and relatives increased, the migration route became long and slow."
Galus looked down at the earth, surveying the entire landscape, and thought silently to himself.
He also recalled that when he first migrated from the hemlock hills to the conifer valley, he only needed to worry about himself. The entire migration was quick and did not take long.
At Galus's speed.
If he had migrated alone, he would have reached his destination by now.
Migrating with the entire Ironforge clan would be much more troublesome, but one should not only feel that the clan is a burden during the migration, but also forget the convenience they provided beforehand.
Most of the time, Garus doesn't manage his retinue; now it's mainly managed by Sorog.
Weighing the pros and cons, compared to the various conveniences brought by the clan, this trouble is bearable. If we abandon them and start anew, it will only waste more time.
"If the Ironforge Clan were to expand and relocate again in the future, it would be even more troublesome."
"I hope this forced migration is the last one."
"Next time something similar happens, it should be my enemies who run away, and they should avoid my sharp edge."
Galos's eyes gleamed as he fantasized about how he would one day rout the Lorthen Federation Legion and never have to run away again out of fear of the army.
Ten seconds later.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging and restless emotions, and continued to hover in the high sky.
at the same time.
Viscount Ironthorn's dragon-hunting party is traversing the mud and thorns of the wilderness, following the direction indicated by the blood curse.
Although the tracking spell was vague, it was enough for them to pinpoint the approximate location of the north.
"The tracks are becoming clearer; we're on the right track."
The sorcerer crouched down, his fingertips brushing against a patch of trampled moss, which still carried a faint, pungent smell of monsters.
"These monsters seem to want to leave the wilderness and head towards the tundra."
The sorcerer nodded, a greedy glint in his eyes: "They made preparations for migration before launching their attack on the mine. They are both intelligent and decisive, and they are also in a group. It has been a long time since we have encountered such young dragons, especially the hybrid dragon in the lead. It can bring us new honors."
The vice-captain, carrying a greatsword and clad in heavy black armor, said solemnly, "We need to speed things up."
"If these monsters cross the Estonian River, it will be even more difficult for us to pursue them."
Viscount Ironthorn nodded silently, his gaze somber.
Guided by the Blood Curse, the Dragon Hunting Team braved the wilderness, continuing their pursuit.
By dusk on the fourth day, as they approached the south bank of the Estonian River, they finally spotted their target group. They first noticed the giant eagles and iron dragons circling in the sky, and then slowly approached using the concealment spells cast by the sorcerer.
Including Viscount Ironthorn, the average life level of the Dragon Hunting Guild is around 12.
They were few in number, but each of them was an elite force.
They were skilled in stealth and experienced, evading the eyes and ears of the iron dragons and giant eagles patrolling the sky, and avoiding the hidden sentries on the ground.
They saw a group of monsters stretching for two miles, resting on the riverbank.
The gnolls fished in the shallows, the ogres marked the boundaries of their temporary camp with urine, and monsters skilled in construction, such as the lizardmen and kobolds, built large rafts with the help of tribal sorcerers for crossing the river later.
The most eye-catching creatures are the two giant dragons.
Red Dragon Samantha was furiously drying her wing membrane, which was damp from the river's moisture.
The strong and majestic hybrid dragon is pressing its head against the ground, using its neck to support its rolling body, not forgetting to exercise even during its migration.
"Now is the perfect opportunity."
"The most powerful hybrid dragons reside on the ground."
"A dragon hunter said in a low voice."
The viscount's gaze swept over the numerous monsters, and he frowned before asking, "What should we do with these monsters? Although their level isn't high, their numbers are large, and there are some elite leaders among them."
There are too many monsters here.
We can wear them down completely.
The members of the Dragon Hunting Group are all elites, but they are not as naturally gifted as dragons. Their physical strength and magical energy are not strong enough. When faced with a large number of monsters and the presence of young dragons, they can easily be caught off guard and lose their lives.
The sorcerer smiled slightly.
"Viscount, there's no need to worry."
"We are a professional dragon hunting team. We make a living by hunting dragons and consider it an honor. We have long considered the possibility of having dragon companions."
As he spoke, the sorcerer took out a red stone slab engraved with intricate and dense magical patterns that would make anyone dizzy at first glance.
"It is called the Gladiator's Array, our Dragon Hunting Corps' greatest asset, and the masterpiece of an alchemy master."
The sorcerer said, "Once the gladiator array is activated, it will create an independent space and drag the target into it. We will mark it in advance and enter at the same time."
"At that time, unless one party is completely dead, no one will be able to escape from it."
"Moreover, it also has a teleportation effect. The winner can teleport once within a hundred miles, which can help us avoid the risk of being surrounded."
Relying on the gladiator array.
They once ignored hordes of monster minions and hunted a newly grown black dragon in the swamp.
"Let's target the hybrid dragon first; it's the leader."
"Once we hunt it down, the group will be leaderless, making it easier to either retreat or continue hunting."
The current target is a young dragon. Although it is a red-iron hybrid, far superior to a black dragon, its age is a factor. Its life level cannot exceed that of an adult black dragon, nor is it stronger than the other.
(End of this chapter)
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