"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" The dwarf who saluted Lann at first was obviously a smart man. He knew what the consequences would be if a dragon descended on his town, and he also knew that crying here would not help at all.
He also knew that there was only one person present who could help them.
"Please save Ferenczi!" He knelt down directly in front of Lann, and the dwarves behind him also reacted in time and knelt down one after another.
Seeing this, the Scoia'tael behind them suddenly looked at Lann with resentment. Kneeling was not Mahakam's etiquette, and it was even more of a shame for the dwarves. They seemed to think that this human in front of them forced these young people to perform etiquette that was not in line with the dwarf tradition.
Lann just sighed when he saw this. Even if these young people didn't ask him to do it, he would still go to rescue the Ferenz clan. In fact, he had already started preparing after seeing the flight path of the red dragon.
"Kolgrim, I'm going back to the Witch's Lair first. Geralt and the others saw the fire here before, and they will be here soon. After you meet up, escort these young men back to the Ferenz clan together. Be careful."
"Okay." The snake-faction demon hunter nodded simply, "I won't tell you anything about 'stay safe'. What you need to pay attention to is your opponent."
Kolgrim patted the ice giant's calf and jumped back into the team, so as not to interfere with the actions of the big guy.
At the same time, Lann's eyes turned away. Before leaving, he had one more thing to do -
With a flash of golden light, the Scoia'tael were horrified to find that the knight who could control the giant suddenly appeared in the middle of their team. They had tried their best to keep a distance from the other party for safety, but now this defense seemed to be useless.
The next second, a powerful telekinetic shock created a storm, spreading out in all directions with the knight as the center. All the Squirrel Party dwarves stood up without any resistance, crashing into the rock walls and the ground like weeds, screaming, and some even fainted.
Lann said calmly, "Tie them up and bring them back to the Ferenz clan."
"Of course." Kolgrim raised his eyebrows in amusement.
Lann no longer needed to worry about what happened next. He activated [Flash] and appeared on the shoulder of the ice giant again. Then the giant, as majestic as a mountain, took a step with legs longer than an ordinary house, and quickly went away with the rumbling ground shaking.
The whistling wind blew past Lann's ears. In the mountainous terrain, the speed of this ice giant was faster than the black wind!
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Milva stared at the direction where Lann was going away in a trance, and it took her a long time to recover.
With a "bang", a bottle hit the waitress's head, grabbing her attention.
Milva caught the bottle in a panic, and when she looked closely, she saw that Kolgrim was constantly taking out small bottles of suspicious colors from his alchemy backpack, and was about to feed them to the unconscious Squirrel Party as an extra layer of insurance.
"Are you back to your senses?" Kolgrim looked at Milva and gave her a wicked smile. "They've gone far away. Come and help me quickly."
Milva glared at Kolgrim in dissatisfaction. Just now, the snake-faction witchers were communicating with Lann, and she didn't find a chance to interrupt, which made Milva very dissatisfied.
But when she thought that the location point when Lann activated [Teleport] just now was herself, and that Lann found the team based on her own position, Milva felt as if she had won some victory. Even her steps became lighter and her eyes became happy.
Kolgrim was stunned by this change.
Since they had no hemp ropes, the Cintra soldiers simply untied the belts and leggings of the Squirrel Party, or tore their cloaks to make ropes and tied them up tightly. With the addition of Kolgrim's special potion from the Snake Sect, the Squirrel Party no longer had the possibility of becoming an unstable factor in the team.
Just at this moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard not far away in the valley, and Geralt's men were arriving late.
"You're just in time, Geralt." Kolgrim greeted his fellow witcher enthusiastically, "We've just finished our work here."
Geralt looked at the place where Lann, the Frost Giant and the Red Dragon had fought before, which looked like a landslide. He also looked at the Squirrel Party on the ground and couldn't help but sigh:
"I'm glad to see you're safe, too, Kolgrim."
The two witchers hugged each other with a force that could almost make a person cough, and patted each other's backs hard.
"I believe you have also seen the flight path of the red dragon. It was heading towards the direction of the Ferenz clan, and Lann went to rescue it first." Kolgrim pointed out Lann's whereabouts to Geralt.
Geralt sighed, "It's a real test of eyesight not to notice that flying, blood-spurting giant. But even a seriously injured red dragon like this cannot be fought by normal forces, not to mention that the young men of Ferenczi are out there clearing out monsters... I just hope Lann can make it in time."
However, both demon hunters knew that no matter how long the ice giant's legs were, they could not be faster than a flying dragon, even if the dragon was seriously injured.
Kolgrim sighed as he looked at the companions Geralt brought with him, and suddenly a strange expression appeared on his face:
"Did something happen to you on the way? Why is there suddenly one person missing?"
Geralt immediately looked puzzled when he heard this.
"That's the new one, the girl from Zerekan, the one who looks like she can fight."
"Where's Sakia?!"
Geralt suddenly turned around and began to count the troops. I don’t know what he was thinking about, and his expression became inexplicable.
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“Ahh!”
The Ferencz clan had always regarded the red dragon as their imaginary enemy, but they never imagined that the predicted catastrophic day would come so suddenly.
Most of the tribe's warriors were out clearing out monsters, or resuming mining in the mines. The only people left in the town were the old and weak who could not hold up weapons, and those parents who were allowed to stay in the town to wait for their children to return home.
These parents had never imagined that they would not be able to wait for the return of their children, nor the return of those human warriors, but would instead wait for the roar of the dragon.
The voice was weak, but full of anger. Then -
Dragon flames fell from the sky.
In an instant, several houses turned into torches, and the rocks seemed to be melting. The dragon landed on the ground, spurting blood and flapping its wings. With a sweep of its tail, it completely shattered the house, which was already as brittle as charcoal, into pieces.
"Ferenz! Dwarf!" A deep voice like a bell echoed over the town. "This is the debt you owe me!"
The dwarves fled in all directions, and Chief Vavrinek ran out madly against the crowd, shouting that he wanted to organize an effective defense.
The dwarves who had the courage to pick up their weapons had already rushed towards the dragon. Wafzynek looked over and saw that although the red dragon was huge, its movements were extremely agile. It smashed the necks of three dwarves with one claw, and then grabbed the fourth dwarf and threw him into the air.
These scattered, unorganized dwarves posed no threat to the dragon.
Then the dragon's dark golden vertical pupils, which were as big as millstones, stared at Wafzynek, with hatred flashing in its eyes.
The dwarves of Mahakam had fought several wars with Kelturis several centuries ago, and finally reached a peace agreement because both sides suffered heavy losses. Dwarves have a long lifespan, and Vavrzynek was a dwarf who had fought against Kelturis, or it was precisely because of this experience that he was able to become the patriarch of the Ferenz clan.
At this moment, the dwarf and the dragon looked at each other, as if the battle hundreds of years ago was being re-enacted.
There are no warriors in the town who can fight against the dragon, and it is time for the patriarch to launch the final charge.
However, before Wawrzynek could fight for his own dwarf glory, another earth-shaking dragon roar suddenly came from the air.
“Ahhh——”
Dragon flames fell from the sky again, and this time the target was the red dragon standing high above the earth.
The second dragon appeared, and Vawřínek was surprised to find that the new dragon did not come to destroy the Ferenczi clan together, but instead fought with Kerturis.
The new dragon's body was gray-green in color, and it looked like a green dragon. This was the smallest and weakest of all dragon species, and most dragon slayers became famous by hunting green dragons. However, this green dragon was much larger than its peers, nearly ten meters long, far exceeding the average for its species.
Its scales were tinged with a faint golden rim, like leaves on a tree crown illuminated by the sun. It looked like a hybrid green dragon, but no one knew where the other bloodline came from.
Unfortunately, although this green dragon was considered strong among its own kind, it was facing a red dragon. The ten-meter body length was only half of Kerturis's, and the fight between the two dragons looked like an adult bullying a child.
After being attacked suddenly, Kelturis's reaction became much slower due to the serious injuries he suffered, but the dragon flame bathing did not cause much harm to the red dragon, and even made his mind clearer.
He raised his head and opened his mouth, and a flame that was no weaker or even more powerful immediately pressed towards the green dragon's body.
The dragon's face was covered with dragon flames, and the green dragon slightly raised its neck, just like a human avoiding the heat of a campfire. However, the next second, a sharp dragon claw broke through the flames and slapped the green dragon down from the sky.
The smaller green dragon had no power to resist this time, and rolled over and hit the rock wall. The red dragon, with its seriously injured body, seemed to have exhausted its strength to do such a move, and fell from the air with blood spurting from its wounds.
It was still somewhat conscious and able to control its body and smash heavily onto the green dragon.
With a loud "bang", cracks appeared all over the rock wall. This tactic of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting one's own eight hundred made Wawrzynek, who was watching the battle in confusion not far away, almost lose his balance and fall to the ground.
"Quick, go get your weapons now, and take out the prepared 'Dragon Hunting Crossbows'!"
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"Gah" The green dragon raised its head slightly, and its sharp claws immediately dug into her scales. The huge body of Kerturis was enough to make the green dragon unable to move. In close combat, size is strength.
"What's your name, whose daughter are you, and where is your territory?" The red dragon's blood dripped onto the green dragon. Even though it was attacked, it did not kill the green dragon immediately. Instead, it asked about the other's home and parents' background as if it was facing a naughty child.
There aren't many dragons left.
"I've never seen another dragon in Mahakam. Why are you helping the dwarves?"
The green dragon struggled twice, but to no avail. After hearing what the red dragon said, her pupils showed an extremely strong sense of guilt, and then a voice as dull as a bell echoed on the rock wall:
"Killing, war... will only lead to irreconcilable conflicts. I don't want anything to happen to you as a fellow human being, but the dwarf is also... an indispensable part of his plan. I just want to beg, beg you to leave here first, and wait until I find a better way to resolve your dispute..."
With a "bang", before the red dragon could finish its words, its claws hit the green dragon's neck hard, embedding her deeper into the rock wall.
"Such naive words, such immature knowledge. Have you just left home? Did your parents leave you when you were still an egg?" The Red Dragon felt even angrier than if he had been ambushed.
The green dragon ignored the pain and continued to persuade him: "You were once one of my only two role models! You have lived in peace with the dwarves for centuries, which proves that peaceful coexistence is feasible! I just want you to think back to the feeling when you signed the agreement with the dwarves. Peace is hard-won!"
"Peace? Equality?" The red dragon's tone became more and more ridiculous. "We are dragons! You want to find a better way? Now this is the best... Aa ...
The red dragon screamed again while spraying blood. Not only it, the green dragon also howled.
I saw four arrow shafts as thick as arms embedded in their bodies.
Looking back, I saw Wafrzynek and four dwarf warriors not far away. Four giant crossbows as big as carriages were vibrating long strings. Even the roofs of the dwarves might not be able to accommodate such giant crossbows.
This level can already be considered a siege weapon. No matter how hard the dragon's scales are, they can never be higher than the defensive power of the city walls.
"Look, look, a better way? They've already prepared it! You're helping them, but they want to kill you too!"
"Did you forget your aim in the mine? Shoot at the vital points!" Wafzynek shouted at the four crossbowmen. But this was already the limit for these dwarves. The best warriors in the clan were already out, and these four crossbowmen had never even touched a dragon hunting crossbow.
They did not get a second chance to shoot arrows, as dragon fire descended again. Fortunately, their short legs moved very fast, and the red dragon was determined to vent its anger by grinding the four dragon-hunting crossbows into dust, giving them a chance to escape.
Despair flashed in Wawrzynek's eyes again. The dragon hunting crossbow was destroyed, and the green dragon would definitely not protect them anymore if it was attacked. However, the red dragon in front of him, although covered in blood, had the most violent posture in history because of anger.
He closed his eyes and felt only a strong wind blowing over his face. There was no heat wave as he had imagined, nor was there any subsequent flames burning his body.
Wafzhinek opened his eyes in doubt, but he only saw the back of the red dragon flapping its wings and leaving. The strong wind was just the reaction force of the other party's wings.
Why did the red dragon leave?
It was not until this time that a distant shout came from the distant valley, which seemed to explain the reason:
“My—God—!!”