Killing Intent

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Several shrieking blasts of wind instantly caught Caslo and Dos Antony's attention. What made their eyes split with fury was the faint sight of several heavy crossbows following behind the Orc force. The flash of black light just now sent a chill from the tops of their heads to the soles of their feet.

"Black Arrow! Villy! Pull up!" Caslo shouted as he turned his head, then dove down alongside Dos Antony.

"Roar!" As three Dragon's Roars rang out, surging Dragon Power erupted from the dragons' bodies, forming enormous spherical Dragon Power Shields around them. Caslo and Dos Antony's eyes instantly turned into vertical slits as they descended. With the aid of their dragon eyes, they easily spotted the heavy crossbows amid the Orc ranks, standing out like targets. The two immediately split up with perfect coordination and pounced on their respective targets.

"Whoosh!" A fierce gust swept past the two Dragon Knights. Clearly, those poorly trained Wasteland Orcs could not hit them at all, and the crossbow bolts merely grazed past them.

However, Caslo noticed from the corner of his eye that the crossbow bolt which had just flown past was not a Black Arrow. This instantly put him on guard, yet the soul-deep chill remained. Somewhere in the unseen darkness, it felt as though a Black Arrow was aimed at him.

"Boom!" Two torrents of Dragon Breath instantly reset the Orcs operating the heavy crossbows—and the crossbows themselves—to factory settings. Amid the flying mist of blood, Caslo frowned at a sharp sensation.

"Something's wrong! They weren't firing Black Arrows! It's an ambush!" Caslo cried out, his face turning deathly pale. The Black Arrows they had fired at the beginning had only been bait meant to lure them in! Those Orc heavy crossbows had only one Black