Just as Harold was fighting a powerful enemy, the situation gradually turned against him.
Seeing Harold losing ground and about to be defeated by his enemy, the orichalcum dragon that had been watching the battle from above could no longer sit still.
Its huge body was trembling slightly, and it was extremely anxious.
However, at this moment, Harold seemed to be enveloped by a stubborn anger.
Although he was clearly at a disadvantage, his unwillingness to admit defeat instantly surged in his heart.
Facing the orichalcum dragon's attempt to come down to help, Harold roared without hesitation through the psychological contract:
"Don't come over here! I don't need help!"
Even though he knew that he might not be able to defeat the enemy before him, Harold's deep pride and self-esteem did not allow him to easily accept help from others.
Even if this dragon is his contracted partner.
He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, his eyes firm and resolute, vowing to rely on his own strength to defeat his opponent and prove his strength.
"Go ahead!"
Krober raised his head slightly, his gaze passing over the crowd, landing on the disadvantaged figure in the distance. He then turned to the Orichalcum Dragon and said:
"He's about to lose. Don't let him lose too embarrassingly in front of so many soldiers. Otherwise, it will be very disadvantageous to him."
After saying this, Krober completely ignored the hint of displeasure that appeared on Harold's face below.
After all, as the commander-in-chief of this battle, what he wanted in his mind was very clear and simple - to thoroughly reorganize the army.
In Kroeber's view, losses in any battle should be minimized as much as possible.
Moreover, if Harold really suffered a defeat on the battlefield, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the morale of the entire coalition forces.
Even considering only this factor, Krober would never allow Harold to pursue those so-called "warrior's glory" and other illusory beliefs on this smoke-filled battlefield.
For him, war is just a means to an end.
If the set goals cannot be achieved, then the so-called war is simply an absurd farce.
If Harold's failure causes the morale of the entire army to fall into a low state and people's hearts to become scattered, it would be like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
"Are you going or not?"
Krober once again turned his gaze to the orichalcum dragon standing beside him, but found that the latter was still indifferent, still quietly floating in the air, with no sign of diving down to launch a rescue operation.
Seeing this scene, Krober frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then decisively turned his head to look at the crowd around him.
"Who of you wants to go?"
Although he said he was looking at the crowd, in fact, Krober's eyes were always on Aditya.
When he gave the task of fighting to Harold, he had observed Aditya's facial expression.
It is obvious that Aditya wants to suppress the only person who can threaten his position as the "first meritorious person".
Now that Harold has failed, he is probably the happiest person.
Upon hearing that Krober was planning to send people to help, Aditya immediately volunteered to help Harold win.
He said it nicely, but everyone present knew what was going on in Aditya's heart.
After hearing what Aditya said, the Mountain Copper Dragon naturally realized the seriousness of the matter.
"No need! I can go! I won't bother you Aditya."
In desperation, the orichalcum dragon had to fly down and fight alongside Harold, ignoring Harold's protests.
"You shouldn't have come!"
Harold covered his injured arm and jumped onto the crescent platform of the bronze dragon.
"It's not up to me to decide whether to come or not. If I don't come, then Aditya will come."
Harold was choked by the orichalcum dragon's words.
"This damn Aditya, why does he always go against me in everything?!"
Harold clenched his fists in dissatisfaction. He had never felt so disgusted with Aditya as he did now.
"Okay, shut up, get the dragon spear out, we're going to get started."
Because his arm was injured in the previous fierce battle, the heavy two-handed axe could no longer be used flexibly, and the dragon spear naturally became the most suitable combat weapon at the moment.
In an instant, the man and the dragon started a new round of thrilling confrontation with the enemy, with both sides fighting back and forth and neither giving in.
Although Harold was not at a disadvantage thanks to his superb skills and tenacious fighting spirit, it was not easy to defeat his opponent in a short period of time.
After all, Catheric is no ordinary man, and his fighting strength should not be underestimated.
Moreover, the orichalcum dragon is too large and its movements are clumsy.
In comparison, although Catheric is also known for his strength, he is relatively small and has extremely high explosive power.
Therefore, the seemingly powerful attack of the Mountain Bronze Dragon could not pose a substantial threat to the agile Catheric.
For a time, the battlefield fell into a stalemate, and neither side could easily gain a decisive advantage.
"...It's time for this farce to end. Your Majesty Ashardron, I leave that guy to you."
Krober stared intently at the fierce battle below with his eyes as sharp as torches.
After a brutal battle, most of the Death Knights and a large number of Skeletons that were once so powerful have now been killed or injured, with only a few left.
Even those liches who were still struggling and resisting stubbornly were obviously just making their last desperate struggle. Failure was inevitable, and it was only a matter of time.
In this way, there is naturally no need to continue delaying the battle on Harold's side.
"OK."
Ashadron nodded slightly to show his agreement.
Suddenly, a golden light shone from her slender waist.
Along with this ray of light, a silk-like, thin rope, shining with dazzling golden light, slowly emerged and began to float gently in the air.
This thin golden rope seemed to have its own life. Driven by Ashadron's powerful magic, it instantly turned into a flash of lightning and rushed towards Catheric not far away at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, it was like a snake emerging from a cave, wrapping itself around Catheric's neck accurately.
"What's this?"
Catheric was shocked. It was true that he didn't need to breathe, but this rope had a special effect that made it impossible for him to mobilize the fighting spirit in his body, and even the divine power left to him by Melkor could not be activated.
Seeing this, although Harold felt a little aggrieved, he still used the dragon spear to lift Catheric up and flew back into the air.
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