Generally speaking, dragons can be roughly divided into four types according to their colors: red dragon, green dragon, black dragon, and white dragon.
Among them, the red dragon's dragon flame has the highest temperature, enough to melt steel and rock; it is also the largest in size, with an average body length of up to fifteen meters.
The red dragon in front of him, Kelturis, was the best of his species. Its size was about a quarter larger than the average red dragon, and its head was as long as two dwarves. Dense spurs and keratin extended from its forehead to the back of its head, like a crown.
This is a super monster that has been fighting with the dwarves of Mahakam for hundreds of years and was finally able to force the dwarves to sign a peace agreement. It is definitely the top predator on this continent.
"Everyone, disperse. This is not a battle you can participate in." Lann said without looking back, "You too, Kolgrim. Move a little further away and help me take care of everyone."
The snake demon hunter opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't say anything.
If it was a planned dragon slaying, Kolgrim could come up with at least ten poisons that were effective against dragons and more than twenty ways to poison them. But a head-on encounter with a dragon of this size was really not something a regular snake school demon hunter like him could handle.
The claws of this red dragon could easily penetrate his [Quen Seal] and the body under his leather armor, and the dragon flame could easily cover everything within ten meters around him when he dodged, not to mention escaping - how could two legs be faster than two wings?
At the moment, there weren't that many fellow demon hunters around to watch over each other, so he couldn't help much and might even drag Lan down. With this thought in mind, Kolgrim could only look in the direction of the red dragon unwillingly and pull Milva away.
"Run away, trust Lann, and don't let him be distracted!" The snake-faction witcher turned around and shouted at the Cintra people and dwarves.
"And you! If you can't help, don't make trouble. Get out of the way!" The shout was directed at the dwarf squirrel party members.
These guys who sneaked into Mahakam actually ran away as soon as the red dragon's attention was attracted by Lann. Their speed was faster than that of the snow rabbit, so Kolgrim didn't notice them.
At this moment, they shouted back at Kolgrim without showing any weakness: "That's Keltulis. She will teach you humans how to respect Mahakam!"
"Also, abandoning your companions to face the monsters alone, humans are still humans, even if they become demon hunters!"
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In fact, not to mention Kolgrim, even Lann could clearly feel that he was at a disadvantage when facing the red dragon just now. The freezing wind produced by his seal was still in the category of "natural wind", while the high temperature produced by the dragon flame had already surpassed all the flames in the world.
If we really compare them, the dragon flame of this red dragon is equivalent to the level of Jeron's seal, which is able to burn stones into magma.
The low temperature of [Bone-piercing] was not enough to resist the blazing heat of dragon flames. Lann had just used his huge magic power to resist. But if the stalemate continued, the red dragon, who used fire-breathing as an instinct, might really be able to defeat Lann in a tug-of-war.
Lann was even ready to let everyone escape while he stayed behind to buy time, but luckily the explosion came just in time.
This was a brief assessment of Lann's strength. Although Lann's strength was now rapidly increasing towards "outrageous", when facing this kind of top creature in the world, he was still limited to a few head-on attacks. If he fought hard, he would have to temporarily avoid the attack.
Fortunately, Lann’s true strength is not limited to himself.
At this moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly and confronted the dragon, while at the same time he used a wisp of his mind to do two things at once. He made sure that a [teleportation] marker far away in Skellige had crossed thousands of miles to the mainland, so that his magic power was enough to summon the other party here to fight.
The corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
With a "whoosh", a violent storm swept towards Lann, and the accumulated snow flew into the sky again. The red dragon flapped its wings to declare air supremacy, and roared again at the Lion-Eyed Demon Hunter from above.
Lann's body burst into a dazzling amber light, and he disappeared from the red dragon's sight in an instant. When the dragon looked up, it saw a flash of golden light above its head, and a knight with his body almost bent into a long bow appeared above its head.
The rune sword glowed. Having lived for thousands of years and having seen a lot, Kertulis naturally knew the name of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. He understood that this sword had the ability to hurt him.
But what really made its pupils tremble was not the shining light on the sword, but the huge and dazzling spot of light that appeared behind the knight, like the sun.
…
It seemed as if a small iceberg appeared out of nowhere in mid-air.
The bright emerald light turned into streaks of light and dissipated, which was quite romantic; the muscles revealed under the streaks were as hard and translucent as marble, with a cold icy color.
But if this muscle were as big as a human, it would be a bit scary.
The ice giant's internal and external injuries were repaired by Lann's system, and it seemed that the druids also cleaned it with magic. The body that appeared at this moment was like a sculpture made by a master, integrating the essence of mechanics and aesthetics.
Combined with the posture he made in mid-air, with his entire body arched like a bridge, the movement of raising his fists above his head and stretching them as hard as he could, and the deafening roar that came out of his mouth, it was enough to add the word "violence" before "aesthetics".
In this situation, if the great poet Dandelion were present, he would definitely want to sing a song on the spot; if Alice didn't mind showing up, she would immediately start sketching on the canvas to leave a painting.
The red dragon Kelturis only had time to let out a short scream.
"This is 亻..."
“Oh my god!!”
“Boom—Bang!!!”
The punch hit Kertulis's forehead hard.
Kolgrim, who was moving away from the battlefield, only heard a sound like a landslide behind him, and then there was a real sound like a landslide under his feet, and the rock wall around him really began to drop rubble and ice like a landslide.
He was all too familiar with the roar behind him.
"Run! Keep running!" Kolgrim hurriedly kicked the dwarf who turned back curiously because of the noise behind him and ended up standing there in a daze, forgetting to run.
"This battle has nothing to do with us anymore. Run as fast as you can. Run!"
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In the icy dust, the ice giant slowly stood up. A storm suddenly arose out of nowhere in Mahakam in the early spring, and the accumulated snow seemed to have found its home and surrounded the ice giant, following his movements step by step.
The footsteps moved forward with a rumbling sound, and each step was like an earthquake. The hammer that fell from the sky before could have brought down even a castle, let alone the flesh and blood of the red dragon Kerturis.
At this moment, the overlord that had wreaked havoc in the Mahakam Mountains for hundreds of years was embedded in the ice, with his claws twitching, his tail crooked, and his neck drooping to one side. He fainted and there was no trace of the majesty of a top predator.
But this was not enough. The violent nature of the ice giant was not satisfied with this little victory. He strode forward and directly pressed Kerturis's neck with one hand. He clenched his other hand into a fist as big as a battering ram and raised it high above his head, and then -
"boom"
"boom"
"boom"!
With each blow, several cracks would extend out of the ice with Keltulis as the center; with each blow, Keltulis would wake up from the pain, and then faint after the next blow.
The brick-red scales continued to crack, the keratin spurs like crowns broke off and pierced into the flesh, and the precious dragon's blood splashed everywhere like it was free.
"My God!"
After a few punches, the ice giant became more and more excited. There were dragons on Skellige Island, but none were so big and so good to hit.
The wild and unruly ice giant was also a little bit excited at this moment. He grabbed the red dragon out of the ice, grasped the red dragon's upper jaw and chin with both hands, and tore them to both sides, roaring at the bloody mouth as if celebrating.
“Oh my god!!!”
However, the next second, a flash of fire suddenly illuminated the face of the ice giant. The rolling flames were brewing in the red dragon's throat, and were about to erupt like an awakening volcano.
Kelturis is playing dead! The IQ of red dragons is many times higher than that of ice giants. They can rule the world like a king, and they can also endure humiliation and wait for the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
After being hit hard on the head and losing the initiative, Kelturis had been waiting for an opportunity. The ice giant had a strong body, but its defense was not as strong as the dragon's scales, especially when facing attacks like fire.
Fortunately, the ice giant did not fight alone.
With a flash of golden light, Lann appeared directly on the shoulder of the ice giant. He pinched a seal with his left hand and almost stuffed his entire forearm into the red dragon's mouth.
Then, a violent freezing wind blew out.
[Alder Seal·Bone-piercing·Magic Explosion]!
With a "boom", a huge explosion occurred again, and sparks fell on the ice giant's beard and waistcoat and ignited them. Fortunately, the red dragon was seriously injured, and the dragon fire was still brewing, otherwise Lann's seal would never be able to stop the opponent's sneak attack so firmly, and the ice giant would definitely capsize in the ditch.
Using a seal to help the frightened Han Bing put out the flames on his body, Lann kicked the other person's head hard in anger.
"Where's your druid magic staff? Show us the same momentum and tactics you used when you fought us! How come you became weaker after I contracted you?!"
"You have absorbed the power and wisdom of a natural demon. You need to use your brain to fight. Do you understand?"
The place where Lann kicked him didn't hurt at all. The ice giant wanted to scratch his head awkwardly, but was afraid that a big movement would throw Lann off his shoulder. He could only stiffen his upper body in a dilemma, then stretch out his left arm and point it in one direction.
“My God…”
The voice sounded quite aggrieved. Lann looked in the direction the other party pointed, and saw the red dragon flapping its wings and flying away, spraying blood all the way, staggering away.
"My God?"
Lann estimated the distance between himself and the red dragon, thought about it and sighed: "Forget it, let it go."
The red dragon is not a dragon lizard. After flying into the sky, Lan En has no confidence that he can shoot it down, even if it is seriously injured.
"Besides, the red dragon is an intelligent creature. We may still have some way to negotiate with it later. Killing it directly is not the best solution." Lann shook his head. "Let's go and check on Kolgrim and the others."
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Both the young dwarves of Clan Ferenz and the dwarves of the Scoia'tael huddled behind the rocks where they were hiding like quails after hearing the earthquake-like rumble.
While they kept praying in their hearts, they were also roaring in confusion: When did a monster of this level appear in Mahakam again?
However, the people on the Cintra side showed surprised expressions after feeling the shock, and came out in surprise to welcome their triumphant duke.
"Your Excellency the Duke!"
With a flash of golden light, Lan appeared in front of the attendants and cavalrymen, accepting their greetings. Kolgrim and Lan nodded and turned their eyes to the ice giant. Looking at the figure of this monster more than ten meters tall standing in the cold wind like a tower, they couldn't help but sigh:
"It feels so good to have this monster become my comrade!"
"Come out." Looking at the shivering figures behind the rocks, Lann couldn't help but shook his head. "I am their leader, from the Ferenczi clan that arrived not long ago. This time I accepted your parents' request and took you home."
"They have been waiting for you at the edge of the 'Witch's Lair' for five days, and they are eager to see you every day. No matter what choice you make later, you have to go back and take a look at them, right? I thought you would cherish this principle especially after experiencing hardships in the outside world."
After hearing this, the young men of the Ferenz clan could no longer hide, and they all came out carefully from their hiding places. They tried their best to find an open space farther away from the ice giant, and then bowed deeply to Lann - it can be seen that this was a courtesy learned from human society.
"Thank you, sir, for saving us from Kertulis!" A brave dwarf youth shouted to Lann, "Let's go home immediately!"
Lan nodded with satisfaction.
Then he turned his gaze and looked at the Scoia'tael.
The Ferencz youths had all come out, so the Scoia'tael could no longer hide alone. Unlike the grateful Ferencz youths, they all stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to run or approach them to talk.
"As for you..." Lann thought for a moment, then turned back to ask Kolgrim, "Did you use swords when you had the dispute before?"
"No, absolutely not!" The leader of the Squirrel Party could no longer remain silent and waved his hands hurriedly, "We have never..."
Lann interrupted calmly: "Did I ask you?"
The voice was not loud, but it was like a cold wind that froze the leader of the Squirrel Party and made him speechless.
Kolgrim had completely relaxed. He leaned on the calf of the ice giant and chuckled as he said, "We didn't use swords. After all, even the Scoia'tael have a set of trial procedures in Mahakam. Killing them would be very troublesome."
Especially when there are young people from the Ferencz clan serving as witnesses, we can't just kill these young dwarves as well.
"As for them..." Kolgrim smiled playfully.
However, before he could open his mouth under the nervous gazes of the Scoia'tael, the young man from the Ferencz clan suddenly pointed at a black spot in the sky and shouted.
"Is that Keltulis?"
The red dragon had already flown very far, but very high, and especially, for some unknown reason it was spewing fire in the sky, which was very conspicuous even from a long distance.
At this time, it has begun to slowly descend, and it must have reached its destination.
The young men of the Ferencz clan began to look horrified:
"That's not the red dragon's lair at all. That's our town! Kelturis is going to land in the 'Witch's Lair'!"
As the voice fell, the silhouette of the dragon in the distance was already hidden by the mountain peaks. And the Ferencz dwarf youths began to cry out anxiously.