For Agarson, who has been holding the Book of Dragons for more than two centuries, he really understands the habits of these dragons, especially these metal dragons who claim to be just and kind.

Because when dealing with five-color dragons, you may have to play some small conspiracies with them. If you encounter some who are cautious by nature, they will slip away really fast:

As soon as the treasure was swallowed, it disappeared with one kick of the legs.

Dealing with metal dragons is much easier. As long as you are not afraid of their tendency to unite and be blacklisted in the metal dragon circle, kindness itself is the best target to be exploited.

Therefore, he did not need to mention any more requirements for Arabeth. As long as he acted as her trump card when she hesitated and retreated, then the other party would risk everything to push the front line to the deepest part of Kalidir. Kendick

Royal Court until captured.

Faced with this kind of rebellious decisive person, you often only need to give some small help at critical moments, and the other party will show unprecedented madness, which will surprise you.

This was the case with Sammaster back then, and the same was true with Akram later. Compared to these two masterpieces in this life, this 'older female mage' was just a tool he picked up from the unexpected joy of hunting.

, there is absolutely no need or need to invest too much energy. Anyway, after achieving the goal, the life and death of the other party has nothing to do with you.

And the daughter of a marquis from Mirabar did not disappoint his expectations. In the face of the imminent victory, she immediately pressed on all her direct troops, urging the Luskan soldiers who had no retreat to continue to move towards Ken.

Dick's Court attacked, attacked, and attacked again.

For a time, the entire Kalidir fell into the most brutal and bloody street fighting, with fighting and miserable howls everywhere.

But Agarson is still not satisfied with this speed. As a protagonist who has just caused a wave of big events, he is very aware of being a villain in the broad category of the material world, and he also knows that if he encounters something, it may come.

A righteous strike, the God of Dispute who has achieved his goal will never pay attention to his plea for help.

So it has to be fast.

So the large book he opened moved automatically without any wind, and the figures that had appeared in the trial battlefield instantly turned into shadow souls soaring into the sky.

For a moment, the sky was filled with the sound of the undead dragon's "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong."

Under this suddenly intense sense of war pressure, Nemer, who had just rushed into the sky above the royal capital and was about to go straight to the royal court to find Alicia, seemed to have thought of the rumor that woke him up, and his pupils suddenly darkened.

He stopped suddenly in mid-air and shouted:

"Separate operations! Cover the civilians and evacuate towards Wangting Port!"

Coast Claw: "Roger that!"

Unexpected disaster: "Okay, big brother!"

Only Sunset Flame, a mature copper dragon, seemed a little panicked:

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you really sure you want to do this? The situation seems a little not good! I seemed to have heard the roar of the undead dragon just now! Bahamut on top! What is this thing that is so ugly!"

He had just finished speaking when a dracolich with only a skeleton arched through half the wooden buildings on the street, glaring at the fire of dead souls in its empty eye sockets and roared at him:

"Ho! Who are you calling ugly! The tiny copper dragon!"

These dracolichs can almost only be reduced to cannon fodder when facing legendary mages like Kelben and Igg. Although they will not really die as long as their phylacteries in the real world are not damaged, they continue to be beaten.

The ravaged and violent mood still needs to be vented.

Although Sunset Flame was panicking, his ungrateful nature made him still spend his life complaining to his companions:

"Nemel! This skeleton is trying to kill me with his bad breath! It stinks so bad! Ugh!"

"Seeking death! Roar!!!"

A breath of negative energy that sounded like a banshee's scream swept out immediately.

How could Sunset Flame, who was still in his prime, have the courage to confront the Dracolich, who was at least an old dragon or above, and soared into the sky like a frightened little cock.

When he saw the streets swept by the negative energy breath, the wooden structures were rapidly decaying and collapsing. The fleeing Fu people and the pursuing Luskan pirates were aging and shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye. The whole dragon was stunned.

murmured:

"No, what have I done, you evil undead creature! I, Galadelos, will fight with you!"

The good-natured red copper dragon immediately became furious as if his whole family had been sacrificed to heaven, and rushed towards the dracolich like a large red copper mine.

On the spot, dozens of old and calcium-deficient loose bones of the other party were smashed. The two of them bit each other and rolled into a ball. I don’t know how many ancient buildings were blown away and how many were crushed to death while they were fighting.

of people.

"Oh! I knew I shouldn't have invited this idiot here. I even wonder if his confused mind hasn't woken up from the last dragon madness!"

Not far away, Fairglass, the youngest of the three who came to cause trouble, also faced off against an adult undead dragon with little sanity. However, he transformed into a human form and relied on his gifted spells to fight the opponent vigorously. He still had time to look down on him and had already died with the dragon.

What two kinds of copper dragons.

"Sea Claw! Go and support him! If this continues, we may not be able to protect ourselves." Nemer, who was organizing the personnel thoroughly, ordered.

"No! I, Galadelus, have never succumbed to madness! None!!!"

As he said that, he used his stronger body as a native dragon to stuff the dracolich's head into the city gate, then pulled the metal door and crushed the dracolich's bone head.

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There was a loud bang, and the city gate seemed to have been completely destroyed by some huge thing. The red copper dragon screamed in agony and flew into the city together with the shattered dracolich, and then a head longer than

The giant keel that was hundreds of feet long stretched out its claws.

It's like a dragon lich transformed from an ancient dragon.

"Another big guy is here! What should we do? Brother Nemer!"

Nemer didn't say anything. He jumped out and jumped up, fighting.

But as the battle continued, a fourth and a fifth Dragon Lich soon appeared on the battlefield.

Moreover, these figures even made Niemer feel vaguely familiar, and he couldn't help but murmured:

"Could it be that Sammaster has been reborn? Impossible. He was wiped out once in Hell Gate Castle more than thirty years ago. Even Silver Wing doubts his authenticity."

Yes, what should I do?

He could already clearly feel that his group of dragons had fallen into a trap targeting their metal dragons.

If so many dracolichs were released together by the other party, no matter how pedantic Niemer was, he would give the first priority to rescuing the Kendik royal family, but the other party chose to boil the frog in warm water.

Increase the pressure step by step when conducting support and cover operations.

This made him feel like he was driving a leaky boat on a violent sea. After finally consuming a little strength to organize the evacuation of more and more civilians, it became harder and harder to go beyond his own code of conduct and give up directly.

Rescue.

As time went by, and as more and more Dracolichs joined the battlefield, Nemer felt powerless and an indescribable despair.

'Do we really have to choose to give up here and evacuate at all costs?'

In that case, he felt that he would live in the shadow of this war for the rest of his life.

"Brother Nemer!"

"Ah! I'm injured, Nemer, help me!"

"Nemel!"

The voices of his companions seemed to have turned into auditory hallucinations, giving him a heavy sense of fatigue in his brain that had not yet fully awakened from his long, interrupted sleep.

My eyelids gradually became heavier, as if a voice was telling me:

Go to sleep, go to sleep, there will be no killing in your dreams

Alicia, I'm a little tired

But at this moment, a roar like the roar of the cold winter wind suddenly came to my ears:

"Comrade Aigason! We meet again! Isn't it a little unexpected surprise?

"hoho!!!"

Accompanied by this ice-cold roar full of joy, there was a stream of ice dragon's breath that was like flowing and breaking, as if it had cut open half of the city, plowed through the outer city area that had been occupied by the enemy, and then with a millimeter.

Momentarily grazing Nemer's scales, it sprayed directly on the face of the giant dracolich, instantly turning into a bone dragon stuck on the Ice Throne, with the undead fire in its eye sockets showing confusion and confusion.

Awkward.

At the same time, the power of the breath seemed to be controlled and calculated by some kind of precise machine. The ice path that cut through it did not escape on a large scale. In many places, it even happened to separate the fleeing civilians from the pursuers.

The soldiers directly built a crystal wall of ice. There were also lifelike faces of many Luskans and even Dracolichs in the ice wall, causing many of the pursuers behind them to look at them with horror and fear.

The ultra-low temperature brought by this terrifying dragon's breath also changed the sky above the entire city. The originally falling rain instantly turned into goose feathers and heavy snow fell, making many Luskans even feel like returning.

The illusion of home in the sea of ​​floating ice.

Niemer took advantage of the enemy being restrained, spread his wings and kicked away from him, then instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.

Then he saw a silver dragon that was not inferior to him in physique, like a monarch in the harsh winter, fluttering its pair of crystal wings of frost, bathing in the white snow, facing the biting north wind, and suddenly landed on Kendick's head.

On the wall of the inner city of the Royal Court, someone shouted to the sky in the direction behind him:

"You know what it means to let your sons who died young bully Long! We are all old acquaintances. Don't be so shy. Do you want me to personally ask you to come out?"

At that moment, Nemer even thought he saw the guardian dragon of the North - Diszeroden Silverwing.

It turned out that I was wrong!

Yin Yi, that sissy who only knows how to dress up as a woman all day long, has never made such a domineering appearance.

It's just that the line, which is like a debt collection gang coming to collect debts and scolding the street, is a little bit confusing.
To be continued...