"Submit to me, or let me kill you!"
Mediv would never let her go. He was determined to claim this Lava Dragon and bathe in her blood to strengthen his body.
"Keep dreaming!"
The Lava Dragon roared. How could a noble Dragon ever submit to a Necromancer?
"You refuse to yield? Then I'll beat you until you do!"
Mediv had come in person. With a wave of his hand, he sent the Yellow Bone Skeletons and the Mage Skeletons manning the Elemental Ballistae to the rear.
If he could help it, he didn't want to kill the Lava Dragon just to get her blood.
The best outcome was to subdue her; the next best was to imprison her and keep her as a blood slave; the worst was to kill her for her blood—a one-time deal.
Dragons were proud creatures. Sending the Skeleton Legion to gang up on the Lava Dragon wouldn't force her to submit.
Mediv planned to fight her himself, using his own strength to overcome her and make her bow her head, becoming his contracted partner.
"Human, you have courage!"
When she saw the Necromancer's true form arrive, the Lava Dragon's eyes filled with surprise.
The Necromancer had an advantage and chose not to use it. Instead, he confidently challenged a Dragon to a one-on-one fight. His courage was admirable.
She might be a young Dragon, but she was still a Fourth-Rank magical beast. A Third-Rank Necromancer challenging her to a one-on-one fight was unexpected—and, despite her surprise, she felt insulted.
"Has he lost his mind? He's actually challenging a Dragon to a one-on-one fight?"
Mediv had spent so much time at the No. 1 Mage Tower that when he suddenly traveled far into the Winter Mountains, the Light Priests naturally followed to see what was going