Chapter 302: The Curtain Falls, The Flower Knight's Request (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Winged lizard! Dare to come down and take my sword?!"
General Wolf killed the monsters around him, and an angry battle roar poured out from the gaps in his helmet, the sound waves soaring into the sky, carrying undisguised provocation and fighting spirit.
Upon hearing this sound...
Three pairs of icy dragon eyes instantly locked onto the tiny yet striking figure on the ground.
The Ignas dragons were not angered by the provocation of lower creatures; they were no longer affected by such petty tricks. Their attention stemmed from a consensus reached in their hearts.
This rune knight has shown strength far exceeding that of ordinary leaders, posing an extremely high threat level. If left unchecked, he could inflict incalculable losses on the Ironforge's army of kin. Moreover, dragons do not reject soldier-to-soldier or general-to-general battles; they find the endless slaughter of miscellaneous soldiers uninteresting.
"I'll deal with him!"
White Dragon Therese's eyes gleamed with eagerness, and she volunteered.
While the Rune Knight's combat prowess is undeniable, easily dispatching lower-level monsters, it doesn't change the fact that he is still human. Moreover, as of now, he hasn't demonstrated any particular strength compared to the dragons.
Therese believes that her niche is higher than Rune Knight's, and she should be able to dominate him.
call--!
She abruptly folded her wings and, like an arrow of frost released from a bow, swooped down toward the rune knights on the ground.
On the ground, facing the white dragon that was swooping down with a biting cold and terrifying wind pressure, Rune Knight Rhodes took a deep breath.
He was covered in armor, wielded a greatsword, and carried a large shield.
The runes engraved on all the equipment and weapons suddenly lit up, turning into a dazzling flame color, like burning metal.
Fire Rune!
A magnificent body!
Along with all his equipment, Rhodes' body began to swell and grow gigantic.
A torrent of flames erupted from his body, enveloping him, and the greatsword in his hand turned crimson and scorching hot, like a branding iron just taken from a furnace.
In the blink of an eye, he seemed to transform into a fire giant, rather than an ordinary human.
His gaze was murderous, his muscles tense, and he gripped the burning greatsword tightly, striving to deliver a fatal blow the moment the white dragon swooped down to its lowest point, or at the very least severely injure it and completely cripple its fighting ability!
However, something completely unexpected happened that left the Rune Knight utterly stunned.
At the same moment that his aura surged wildly, and he transformed into a fire giant through the giant rune and the fire rune.
The white dragon, which had been so aggressive and seemed ready to crush him, didn't hesitate for even a second. It suddenly turned its wings sharply to one side, drawing a rapid arc in the air with incredible agility, and then... without looking back, it decisively retreated away.
"That was close! This guy had been hiding his true strength the whole time!"
"With its ecological niche suddenly elevated to this level, I estimate it's no match for them."
White Dragon Therese flapped her wings, still shaken, as she climbed higher, secretly glad that she had reacted quickly and had a good intuition; otherwise, if she had rushed down rashly, she might have been seriously injured.
Samantha, the red dragon, roared like thunder: "White-scaled trash! To be scared away by a human and flee without a fight, don't you feel ashamed of disgracing our dragon race?!"
"Not at all," White Dragon Therese replied without hesitation in her heart. Saving her life was far more important than saving face.
"This human is indeed not simple. We cannot be careless. Let's attack him together and kill him!"
The calm yet murderous voice of Iron Dragon Sorog echoed simultaneously in the hearts of the two dragons.
The next moment, the Iron Dragon and the Red Dragon, one on the left and one on the right, like two guillotines of death, simultaneously and in perfect unison attacked the Wolf General on the ground from different directions.
Seeing that they had all made their moves, the white dragon Therese suddenly felt her ecological niche rising steadily, and courage instantly filled her heart.
She let out a loud roar and then joined the attack once again.
Under the deep night sky, three giant dragons, like guillotines hanging in the heavens, fixed their cold gazes on the figure burning with flames on the ground.
Iron Dragon Sorog was the first to launch an attack.
It folded its giant wings, its massive body tearing through the air currents, mimicking the meteor-like battle tactics of a certain blood brother from its memory, using its own heavy body as a weapon to crash down fiercely.
Red Dragon Samantha followed closely behind.
She flew at a low altitude, skimming the ground. Her scorching dragon breath wasn't directly spewed out, but rather, following the trajectory of her body, it drew a wildly burning ring of flames on the ground like a paintbrush, trapping Rhodes in a deadly furnace-like heat.
White Dragon Therese hovered high in the air, a fierce blue light surging violently from her throat, her frosty breath poised to strike, sealing off any possible escape route.
Faced with such a comprehensive and overwhelming attack, ordinary warriors would have no chance of survival.
But General Wolf was a strongman who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He had faced death countless times and was by no means an ordinary person. In the blink of an eye, a plan to deal with the situation had already taken shape.
boom--!
The iron dragon crashed to the ground like a real meteorite, causing the earth to cave in and collapse, with layers of soil and rubble rising into the sky.
However, just before the impact, the wind runes on Rhodes' boots flashed, increasing his speed dramatically, and he narrowly avoided the devastating central impact.
Using the momentum, he leaped into the air, and the giant shield in his hand, which had been burning with flames, instantly transformed into a deep ice blue.
The frost runes flickered violently, emitting a chilling, bone-deep cold.
He curled up behind the suddenly appearing giant frost shield, like a traveler braving a blizzard, and forcefully broke through the fire ring formed by the red dragon's breath.
call--!
How could the white dragon Therese in the sky let this opportunity slip by? Her already pent-up frost breath poured down like a burst dam.
Despite the danger, General Wolf remained calm, raised his still-red-hot greatsword, and with a roar, a condensed, scorching sword aura shot out, precisely meeting the deadly cold current.
Ice and fire collided violently in mid-air, steaming up white mist and emitting a constant hissing sound.
By skillfully and flexibly applying different attribute runes, General Wolf miraculously defused the first fatal attack from the three dragons.
But this is just the beginning.
More ferocious and relentless attacks followed.
An invisible dragon roar exploded deep within his mind.
The mental shock caused him to pause slightly in his movements.
In that fleeting moment of blurred consciousness, the iron dragon Sorog's hard and heavy body was already close in, its raised claws bringing a fierce wind that tore through the air as it slammed down.
Rhodes' pupils suddenly contracted.
The surrounding flames and icy aura vanished instantly, replaced by a thick, solid, earthy-yellow radiance, like that of a mountain.
His arm muscles bulged as he parried the gigantic runic greatsword upwards with all his might.
Clang—!!!
A metallic explosion, more deafening than thunder, swept across the battlefield. A visible shockwave exploded in a ring, sending all the creatures fighting around, friend or foe, flying.
Sorog's claw, powerful enough to shatter the city wall, was actually stopped.
Where the sword and claws clashed, red-hot sparks flew like a waterfall.
In his extraordinary form, Rhodes's size swelled to resemble that of a giant, and his strength was terrifyingly amplified. Thanks to his higher life level, he was not directly knocked away by the dragon, but the enormous impact still caused his greaves to sink deeply into the rock beneath his feet.
"Well!"
Rhodes roared, his left arm veins bulging as he unleashed even greater power. The massive mountain shield, carrying a heavy wind pressure, slammed violently upwards into the iron dragon's jaw.
Bang!
The sound of the hard stratum corneum breaking was clearly audible.
Sorog roared in pain as he was thrown backward by the immense force, staggering back a few steps.
However, almost simultaneously, Rhodes himself felt a sharp pain in his chin, as if he had been struck hard by an invisible hammer.
Mind spell - Forced pain connection.
This spell, belonging to the mind magic path, does not cause any real damage, but it can perfectly transmit the pain one suffers to the target in sync.
"die!"
The roar of the red dragon was already close at hand.
The wolf general had barely managed to turn around when, before he could even raise his shield or his greatsword again, Samantha's furious claws were already firmly planted on his chest.
Bang!
With a dull, deafening roar, the red dragon's savage, immense power penetrated its body.
Even with the heavy support of the mountain runes, it was difficult to completely offset the damage. Deep, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across Rhodes's breastplate, and he was sent flying backward as if he had been thrown by a catapult.
Rustling sound—!
White Dragon Therese's spellcasting never stopped, and countless, extremely sharp ice blades rained down from the sky like a storm, shooting towards Rhode in mid-air!
Despite the excruciating pain, Rhodes tried to turn around and use his giant shield to protect himself, but the spot on his chest where he had been struck suddenly exploded with uncontrollable, chaotic flames.
That was the explosive mark left by the red dragon, one of the alchemist's skills.
The defense was instantly exposed as a weakness.
Countless ice blades seized the opportunity to pierce through the barrier, striking his body with a clang, leaving numerous deep scratches and white marks on his heavy armor.
The frigid air and the lingering heat on the armor clashed violently, producing a loud hissing sound, and white mist filled the air.
He landed heavily, his chest heaving violently, and slowly stood up, supporting himself with his sword.
With one hand holding a shield and the other gripping a sword, the rune knight's gaze shifted warily between the three circling dragons, like a wounded lone wolf, daring not to make the slightest rash move.
He is a level 16 Rune Knight, one of the best among his peers.
The opponents before them, all three dragons, had a life level of no more than 13.
If the opponent were human, even if he were fighting against many, he would have already annihilated them all by now.
However.
Three dragons of around level 12, with their innate racial advantages, managed to force him into such a sorry state.
What weighed heavily on his mind was that the Red Dragon, the Iron Dragon, and the White Dragon... all three of them had taken up their posts, which far exceeded all his expectations.
One mature white dragon, and two adolescent iron and red dragons.
In his mind, even if he was no match for the enemy, he would not be in such dire straits.
Who would have thought that they don't just rely on their innate strength to fight, but each has mastered a difficult professional skill, each with its own unique characteristics.
Under normal circumstances.
Aside from the adult white dragon who might live even longer, the other two juvenile dragons shouldn't have any professions at all.
The most terrifying thing is that the intelligence clearly states that the true king of the Ironforge tribe is a hybrid... Red Iron Dragon.
Even now, after such a fierce battle, he hasn't been able to catch a glimpse of the red iron dragon.
His mood sank further as he realized that he had seriously underestimated the terrifying strength of the Ironforge tribe.
These dragons are quite different from the chaotic and evil dragons in the records who only know how to destroy, and they cannot be judged by common sense.
"Crawler, your time has come!"
Samantha, the red dragon, let out a low growl of impending victory, flapped her wings once more, and swooped down toward the rune knight.
Under the combined attack of three professional and well-coordinated dragons, General Wolf was in dire straits and could only barely hold on.
The other officers and elite soldiers in the unit were anxious and wanted to help, but they themselves were also caught in a fierce battle and could not get away.
Whether it's high-end combat forces, mid-level commanders, or low-level soldiers.
This private army, which the Albert family was so proud of, had been completely outmatched by the formidable monster army of the Ironforge tribe.
at the same time.
On the hilltop not far away, the red iron dragon stood silently among the rocks in the shadows.
His calm gaze pierced through the noisy night, coldly staring at the chaotic and bloody battlefield below.
Given the current situation, there is absolutely no need for him to take action personally.
Core top-tier leaders such as the Serpent Sword Saint and the Dragon Vein Ogre are still guarding the border area, and the high-ranking subordinates participating in the battle here are not the entire main force.
Even so, the army of the Ironforge tribe had already overwhelmed this noble private army.
The dragons grew stronger amidst blood and fire, and the Ironforge tribe's edge sharpened day by day.
Galos was keenly aware that his wings were gradually growing stronger.
Not all wars require his personal involvement.
Admittedly, if he were to take action, he could end the battle with lightning speed, but he painstakingly cultivates his retinue to lighten his own burden, not to be a babysitter forever.
Challenges within the capabilities of their families should be faced and resolved by them; this in itself is a test and a tempering of their character.
If the Albert family has no other backup plan, this private army, which they have invested heavily in training, is destined to be completely wiped out.
"Is this the only army in the open? Are there no other hidden forces?"
Hong Tielong was undecided.
His main purpose in staying here to keep watch was to guard against any potential, yet unrevealed, trump cards the enemy might have.
However, so far in the war, no unexpected changes have occurred.
"Could it be... that I'm overthinking it?"
No!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Red Iron Dragon's gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade. Then, he calmly tilted his massive head slightly and lowered his eyes to gaze at a shadowy spot below the hill.
A figure was approaching at an incredible speed.
His face was young and handsome, even comparable to the human form of the Golden Dragon Alberto. He was none other than the Flower Knight, Charles Hines, who had been exploring Riverwood not long ago.
Xia Erben intended to continue his covert observation, especially hoping to uncover the true strength of the Red Iron Dragon.
However, witnessing the increasing casualties and bloodshed on the battlefield, his reluctance ultimately overcame tactical considerations.
Even though he knew that revealing himself at this moment would put him in an extremely unfavorable situation and possibly invite a dangerous and troublesome attack, he still chose to show himself, hoping to stop this bloody massacre.
"Honorable Lord of Molten Iron".
Charles did not draw his sword, but stood still and said in a slightly pleading tone, "I came on behalf of the Albert family, but with no ill intentions. Can we... talk?"
(End of this chapter)
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