Chapter 380 I am invincible without the presence of legends!
The dark clouds were as thick as ink, hanging low as if they would crush the entire mountain ridge.
Blinding lightning snaked and danced deep within the clouds, each burst accompanied by a deafening thunderclap, illuminating the vast wilderness in shifting light and shadow, like a turbulent painting.
This is the absolute territory of the Blue Dragon, the home ground of the Storm and Thunder Lords.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of ozone, mixed with the heavy pressure of the downpour, making it almost suffocating.
However, in this stormy territory that should have been a haven for the blue dragons, those blue dragons who should have been soaring freely in the wind and rain and riding the lightning were now all solemn, with every muscle in their bodies tense, in a state of vigilance as if facing a formidable enemy.
At the horizon, a dark, surging tide is rushing in with unstoppable force.
More accurately, it was not a stream of water, but a torrent of war formed by the Ironforge tribes.
Countless steel armors gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the dim light of the day, and the faint glow of runes among them added to the mystery and grimness of this army.
Lava flows through my veins, flames burn between my teeth!
We want more than just victory!
[If we're going to fight, we must fight thoroughly, shattering the enemy's skull!]
[Kill! Kill thoroughly, kill until the river of blood stops flowing!]
The heavy, earth-shaking footsteps of the ogres mingled with the powerful, clanging hooves of the centaur warriors; the piercing howls of the gnolls and the hissing tongues of the serpent people rose and fell in waves.
All sorts of different monster races roared, and together with the wild howls of ferocious beasts and demons, they composed this rugged and majestic war song.
The wild sound waves soared into the sky, still resonating powerfully even in the howling wind and rain.
Fight! Fight for the supreme Dragon Lord!
Every wound on our bodies is a badge of honor for the future!
Every drop of blood we shed is the finest wine in this moment!
But is that enough? Is that enough to satisfy us? No! Far from it!
Then tear open more enemy chests with your claws! Crush more enemy spines with your hammer!
[Until even the moon in the sky was frightened and hid behind the blood-stained clouds! Until even the sun paled in comparison to this carnage!]
On the land, the Iron Legion marched triumphantly.
Opposite them were the dependent troops of the Dominican dragon group.
As these native defenders listened to the enemy's rousing war songs and watched the fully armed monsters approach, their spirits trembled, their morale plummeted, and the raindrops on their foreheads were a mixture of rain and cold sweat.
Above the Iron Legion, the Ignas dragon horde circled.
Led by the King of Molten Iron, a series of giant dragons brandished their powerful wings, fiercely tearing through the gale and rain, unabashedly radiating their overwhelming dragon might, dominating all directions.
Below the dragons is the bird-beast legion led by the Phoenix Angela.
They gathered together densely, like another dark cloud moving low in the sky.
Time seemed to stretch out in this tense atmosphere, yet it also passed by slowly and steadily.
The earth-shattering roar and the majestic dragon's howl together shattered the silence of the sky and the earth.
Wherever the Iron Legion passed, trees fell in droves, the earth trembled violently, and the chilling, murderous aura that permeated the air seemed to even dispel the thick dark clouds in the sky.
However, the Blue Dragons, located on their home turf, did not choose to confront this colossal legion of numerous powerful creatures head-on.
Their dependent troops continued to retreat, not choosing to confront them head-on, but strategically dispersing into various areas with complex terrain.
Then, just as Iron Dragon Sorog and Blue Dragon Heriam had predicted before the battle.
The Dominican dragons made full use of their superior speed.
Sizzle—!
Amidst the deafening thunder, several blue dragon shadows, swift as ghosts, suddenly swooped down from the thick, dark clouds high in the sky.
They did not approach the center of the legion, but rather opened their fang-filled dragon mouths at the extreme range of their ranged attacks.
Thunderous Breath!
Several thick bolts of lightning-like breath ripped through the sky, striking the gnoll and war lizardman formations on the flank of the Ironclad Legion.
In an instant, lightning exploded, and the pungent smell of burning quickly spread. The soldiers who were hit were turned into charred remains before they could even let out a complete scream.
More long-range attacks followed.
The young blue dragons, scattered and hidden in the high-altitude clouds, were like agile aerial artillery turrets, making full use of the cover of the dark clouds to continuously unleash long-range lightning breaths or cast spells to summon lightning strikes.
These attacks are not aimed at killing in one hit.
They continued relentlessly, intending to disrupt the legion's disciplined formation and create constant chaos and panic within the massive enemy ranks.
Similar harassing attacks have been occurring one after another.
Small formations of blue dragons, each consisting of one or two adult dragons leading several young dragons, launch swift attacks from various treacherous directions, relying on their superior mobility. After unleashing a round of breath attacks or throwing lightning spells, they immediately ascend rapidly and disappear back into the dark clouds, never lingering in battle.
There are also a few particularly cunning blue dragons.
They guided raging lightning bolts and sharp beams of lightning, bombarding key points along the Iron Legion's marching route.
Narrow mountain passes, fragile roads, soft swamps... attempting to create physical divides, forcing the massive army to disperse into several smaller groups.
The tactical intentions of the Dominican dragon swarm were quite clear.
They are trying to use their speed advantage to divide and pull apart the Iron Legion, constantly creating chaos, and then look for opportunities to pick off the isolated parts one by one, slowly bleeding them dry.
At that moment, the Gluttonous Demon Karu looked up and saw an adult blue dragon flying by.
He opened his mouth wide and spat out a sphere containing destructive energy.
The energy ball evaporated rainwater along its path at a speed that was not slow, even fast, but the blue dragon nimbly dodged it with a light sidestep, making it difficult to actually hit it.
The Gluttony roared in resentment and instinctively tried to break away from the legion's formation to give chase.
But just as he set off, he remembered the solemn orders he had received before the battle, so he suppressed his surging anger and did not stray from the main force because of the blue dragon's provocation.
"What annoying flies!"
Red dragon Cahill roared angrily, unleashing a scorching breath of fire at a blue dragon that was trying to approach.
The latter had already skillfully turned around, and the scorching flames only managed to scorch the few remaining embers and sparks it left behind.
Like Gluttony, the red dragon Cahill, though furious, remembered his orders and did not rashly give chase.
"Ignore these small groups of enemies!"
Iron Dragon Sorog's steady voice echoed across the battlefield through psionic energy, "Their goal is to delay and distract our forces. Keep advancing, head straight for the heart of their territory, and leave them with nowhere to retreat!"
Meanwhile, there are Galos, Sorog, Samantha, and three powerful lords, the golden dragon Alberto and the iron dragon Leticia, among others.
They were all like pillars of strength, firmly anchoring the central command, as stable as a rock.
Because of their presence, the blue dragons were wary and dared not get too close, only daring to harass the edges of the legion's forces.
This kind of harassment is somewhat effective.
But for the massive Iron Legion, it was ultimately insignificant, like a few mosquito bites on a giant beast, utterly unable to stop its unwavering advance.
"Raise your shields! Hold the line!"
"For the great King of Smelting Iron!"
The ground forces continued their steady advance amidst the roars of their subordinate leaders.
Strong ogres shouldered massive tower shields, while serpent warlocks, kobold warlocks, gnoll warlocks... a large number of warlocks in the legion worked together to create a combined magical shield, stubbornly withstanding wave after wave of lightning strikes.
Even as casualties continued to fall, the next wave of troops immediately filled the gaps without hesitation.
The entire Iron Legion was like a colossal beast covered in steel and magical scales, braving the thunderous onslaught, resolutely crushing through the strongholds that originally belonged to the Dominic Dragon Clan, including major resource points and forward outposts, getting closer and closer to their ultimate goal—Thunder Cliff.
Thunder Cliff is the most central area of the Blue Dragonflight territory.
This is a peculiar cliff rich in lightning-attribute magical ores. The ores buried deep within the mountain and the earth spontaneously attract electrical charges from the sky, causing the sky above Thunder Cliff to be perpetually shrouded in thick, dark clouds, with storms raging year-round and thunder never ceasing.
The Blue Dragons spent a great deal of time and effort when they first arrived to take over this territory.
They will never give up easily until the very last moment.
As time went by and the Iron Legion's advance drew ever closer to Thunder Bluff, the Blue Dragons, who had been trying to delay, gradually became anxious and impatient.
Their attacks on the legions became increasingly frequent.
Gradually, the blue dragon's attacks began to move beyond simply harassing the perimeter.
Finally, six massive, adult blue dragons with scales crackling with electricity broke through the clouds, their enormous fleshy wings waving in unison. They began chanting continuously within a formation, summoning even denser and more violent bolts of lightning to bombard the central area of the legion's formation on the ground.
Their attack trajectories have clearly become more in-depth, and the area of effect they cover is rapidly expanding.
They attempted to tear apart the Iron Legion, forcibly dividing it.
Galos narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on a colossal dragon shadow that was faintly visible among the thick dark clouds above Thunder Cliff.
“Angia, Ennus.”
Withdrawing his gaze, Galos turned to look at the magnificent phoenix and the majestic amethyst dragon-lion.
Under the watchful gaze of the Red Iron Dragon, the noble phoenix raised its long neck and let out a clear and melodious cry.
"You ugly dragons with horns on your noses, let me show you who the true dancers of the sky are!"
Angela let out a long cry, and the brilliant flames around her suddenly surged.
She transformed into a dazzling streak of fire, actively facing the blue dragons that were gradually venturing deeper into the area.
The phoenix's wings danced lightly, unleashing a dense rain of scorching fire feathers that covered the area like a precise barrage of arrows, forcing the blue dragons to dodge repeatedly.
at the same time.
The dense swarms of eagles, birds, ferocious beasts, and monsters under her command, following the phoenix's lead, launched a coordinated attack on the blue dragons.
Ennus, the amethyst dragon-lion, said nothing more, only letting out a cold and majestic roar, his body flashing with psionic light, and charged straight at the blue dragons.
While there are many of these adult blue dragons, they are no match for the Phoenix and the Amethyst Dragon Lion in a one-on-one fight.
What's more, a large horde of flying beasts is also launching an attack at this moment.
In an instant, lightning and flames intertwined wildly in the air, broken feathers and shattered dragon scales scattered everywhere, and the few blue dragons that dared to venture in immediately fell into a fierce battle, unable to continue their rampage, and soon became covered in wounds.
"Left side! Watch out for those two young dragons!"
Blue Dragon Heriam spotted an unusual movement in a corner of the battlefield.
He, along with the four teenage dragons—Red Dragon Cahill, Green Dragon Ludwig, and Black Dragon Serafina—are currently forming a tight-knit combat team, specifically tasked with filling in any gaps and intercepting enemies attempting to attack the Legion's flanks or rear warlocks.
The four teenage dragons lunged out simultaneously in perfect unison.
The lightning breath spewed out by Hriam collided violently with the breath of the opposing blue dragon in mid-air, bursting out an extremely dazzling ball of light, the power of which was in no way inferior to that of the older, younger blue dragon.
Red Dragon Cahill charged straight at one of the opposing team's young red dragons, fearlessly crashing into it.
"You scum who have tarnished the glory of the dragons, today is your death day!"
The young red dragon roared and charged head-on, refusing to back down.
A muffled thud!
Despite being older, Cahill, the Wild Dragon, was in no way inferior in strength, holding his own against the young red dragon's body without retreating.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the attacks from the green dragon and the black dragon came one after another.
The four teenage dragons worked closely together and managed to defeat the two older young dragons.
Meanwhile, the Blue Dragon known as the "Cloudbreaker," the strongest adult dragon in the Dominic Dragon herd at level 16, is using its terrifying speed to lead two other adult Blue Dragons in executing the classic dive-breath-ascent tactic, a fluid and deadly maneuver.
Whoosh!
A golden figure, moving at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary dragon, tore through the sky and slashed out diagonally.
It was Alberto the Golden Dragon. He had been patrolling the skies above the legion, suppressing his burning rage against the Mountain King's men. Now that the battle was intensifying, he had found a suitable target to vent his anger on.
"In the name of order, I declare your guerrilla warfare over!"
Alberto roared, crashing into the leader of the Cloudbreakers like a dazzling golden meteor.
The Cloud Rifter instinctively did not intend to fight this powerful golden dragon head-on.
His wings crackled and crackled with intense arcs of electricity as he prepared to accelerate away.
But at that moment, the golden dragon stretched out its claws from afar and grasped at the Cloud Ripper from a distance. The sacred runes on his dragon arm suddenly shone with a dazzling light.
Crowned Oath Spell: Defend the Challenge!
In an instant, a strong impulse inexplicably surged within the Cloud Ripper's heart.
He felt his authority had been challenged like never before, and a strong desire to defend his honor and refuse to back down took hold.
So he suddenly turned around, abandoned his retreat, and launched a frenzied counterattack against the golden dragon Alberto.
Bang!
The Cloud Rift was smashed by the more powerful golden dragon, its scales shattered, and it was sent flying backward in a sorry state.
Blue Dragon is not known for its strength, but the intense pain instantly brought him to his senses, and he hurriedly flapped his wings with all his might.
Sizzle! A blinding flash of lightning erupted, and his figure vanished from his spot in an instant, leaving only an afterimage that was shattered by the giant tail that the golden dragon lashed out afterward.
Alberto didn't continue chasing the slippery blue dragon. Instead, he turned his cold gaze to the other blue dragons on the battlefield, searching for the next suitable target to vent his anger on.
Seeing the changing tide of battle, the red dragon Samantha, the iron dragon Sorog, and the even more powerful iron dragon Leticia stopped observing and, after receiving permission, joined the battle one after another.
Before long, the blue dragons were even less able to carry out the most basic harassment missions effectively.
The fighting on the ground was equally brutal, or rather, brutal on one side only.
With the vital Thunder Bluff territory right behind them, which they could not afford to lose, the Dominic dragons' retinue finally stopped retreating.
A large number of juvenile dragons, teenage dragons, and even some young dragons under ten years old with still immature scales.
They acted as leaders at various levels, personally leading their dependent troops in direct battles against the Iron Legion on the ground.
The Holy Spirit Deer gracefully leaped onto a giant rock.
A white light shone from the tips of her beautiful antlers, and sharp beams of light shot out like raindrops, precisely killing the enemy retinues charging in front.
At the same time, the healing aura emanating from beneath her feet rippled across the battlefield.
The wounded Iron Warriors were quickly healed and advanced with unstoppable momentum.
The sheer number of ferocious beasts, monsters, and elite warriors of the Iron Legion was far beyond the capabilities of the Dominic Dragon Clan's retinue. In the blink of an eye, the defenders were routed and forced into a complete rout.
finally.
When the vanguard of the Ironclad Legion could clearly see the jagged rocks on Thunder Cliff and the lightning that flashed and jumped among them.
The guerrilla tactics that the Blue Dragons relied on to maneuver around became completely unsustainable and were declared a failure.
then……
Boom!!!
Above Thunder Cliff, bolts of unprecedentedly thick lightning struck down relentlessly, as if the gods were enraged.
The storm became incredibly violent in an instant, and the lightning between the dark clouds was so dense that it seemed to have turned into a liquid swamp of lightning.
A colossal blue dragon shadow, wreathed in countless swirling lightning bolts, slowly revealed its majestic form from the deepest part of the thunderclouds, exuding a terrifying aura.
It was none other than the Blue Dragon leader, the level 20 Thunderheart—Perest!
"Your journey ends here!"
The blue dragon leader's eyes were surging with the purest thunder and storm. He unleashed his full dragon might, so powerful that it almost overshadowed the thousands of thunderclaps in the sky.
With his appearance, all the blue dragons on the battlefield, as well as the other dragons of other colors, quickly disengaged from the battle.
They hovered and gathered in the sky behind Perester, forming a powerful and well-organized aerial formation.
Previously, although the Dominican swarm had suffered repeated defeats, they did not show much real fear or retreat.
Because in the area surrounding Thunder Bluff, all blue dragons will receive a huge boost from the environment.
In the eyes of the blue dragons, as long as there is no legendary-level expert on the other side, then the level 20 leader Perest should be invincible in this area.
(End of this chapter)
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