Roar

Facing the steadily approaching Wind Dragon Legion, Warlock Fortress sent out only several dozen Horned Wing Beasts. Whether in strength or numbers, these Horned Wing Beasts were far inferior to the Wind Dragon Legion. Strange hoods covered their heads, while the riders on their backs wore masks as well and carried enormous cylinders.

The cylinders behind the riders began spraying thick smoke, which crisscrossed and coiled through the air. The mist seemed to contain special components, gathering in the sky and proving difficult to disperse. Before long, a vast, dense sea of fog had formed above Warlock Fortress, like dark clouds that made it impossible to see what lay within.

The Wind Dragon Legion had arrived before the sea of fog. At its head was Legion Commander Argon. Looking at the dense haze, suspicion rose in his heart. He ordered the troops to circle in place, then silently recited an incantation. A small whirlwind appeared ahead. Wherever it passed, the smoke seemed to be torn apart and scattered, only to close in again shortly afterward. Yet no ambush was revealed, and the Horned Wing Beasts that had laid down the fog formation earlier seemed to have departed as well.

"Soundwave Grass dust?" Argon drew over a wisp of fog and sniffed it, immediately putting his mind at ease. Soundwave Grass was a fairly common plant. Its dust could remain suspended in the air like smoke and had the special effect of transmitting and amplifying sound. It was often used in certain magic communication devices. More importantly, it was not poisonous.

"Trying to buy time to deal with the infantry? Such a clumsy feint!" This was a battlefield; delaying a battle opportunity was a grave offense. Argon made a prompt decision and ordered the Wind Dragon Legion to continue forward, though