Ambush Begins

"Dragon Knights... they're here!" Strange fire flickered in Lidilias's eyes as he turned to look at the calm, deathly silent Sernal.

"I know. Prepare to begin," Sernal said slowly.

"Whoosh!" Lidilias waved his hand, and the few Orcs behind him immediately accepted their orders, retreating and vanishing into the dense forest.

Before long, the entire forest seemed to come alive with rustling sounds. Squad after squad of Wasteland Orcs in standard-issue gear streamed out from the woods, the flows of bodies eventually converging into an unstoppable torrent of steel!

"It has begun." Lidilias gave a sinister smile.

"Kill!" The Orcs surged toward Windhelm Town. The sight of hundreds, even thousands of them made Ismir's legs tremble.

"Clang!" Ymir stood atop the city wall and silently spun the greatsword in his hand. The broad, door-sized serpentine blade gave him a profound sense of security.

"Roar!" An impassioned Dragon's Roar rang out as an azure figure soared into the sky. Caslo was the first to enter the battlefield.

"Roar!" A purple figure leaped into the blue sky amid flashes of lightning. Anthony Dos raised his Dragon Lance and coldly watched the suicidal Orcs below, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Roar!" The final purple-black dragon shadow also wobbled into the air. It was none other than the evil Demon Dragon Villy carrying Wes. As for why he was flying so unsteadily, it was naturally because Wes's control skills were lacking. The dragon had to keep adjusting to him, making the flight look shaky. The problem was, if the dragon did not wobble, Wes might just "crash."

"Dragon God..." Reno covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight. What Dragon Knight flew in such an ugly posture? Watching Villy wobble through the air, Reno nearly needed heart medicine. Forget accelerating—if they flew even