"What... what are they going to do?"
Olysia heard the sound and looked around, and found that a burly Iron Dragon with a body length of more than 20 meters had left Warband. Giant Dragon with different auras gathered behind it and quickly approached the city wall from mid-air.
Olysia knows the name of that Iron Dragon, Black Lake lord, Zane·Mellon.
In the border dispute between Tagoma and Lost Wilderness that lasted for more than ten years, every time humans were prepared and ambitious to march towards Black Lake, but whether it was an army crusade or a dragon-hunting operation, they would be dealt a cruel blow and massacre by it in the end.
Sandfolk people are afraid of its power and power and call it "Bloodfire Lord".
As a large-scale disaster entrenched in the Black Lake area, people still regard it as a monument to this day. Every warrior is eager to challenge it, complete the great cause of slaying the dragon, and gain supreme glory.
But now it took the initiative to leave Black Lake and descended on the border of Tagoma, bringing with it the army of Lost Wilderness and a group of dragons that covered the sky and the sun.
"Dragon-Hunting Crossbow! Don't let them get close to the city wall!"
Olysia ordered immediately.
The soldiers on the city wall were not slow to react. Dragon-Hunting Crossbow took aim one after another, with huge lance-like crossbow bolts ready to go. However, even though the measures they took were absolutely correct, Olysia still had a bad premonition in their hearts.
Dragon-Hunting Crossbow is an ordnance specially built for hunting large Aberrant Monster. The crossbow and machine parts have been blessed by various runes. This is the latest technology learned by humans from dwarves, which is enough to cause damage to dragons.
However, when Warden of the Western Marches deployed Dragon-Hunting Crossbow on the city wall, it only considered the attack of a super large Giant Dragon. But what if the opponent did not come alone, but a whole group of dragons?
"Let it go!"
The crossbow arrow shot through the air, sending out a sharp scream.
However, Legendary Dragon did not need protection at all. The dragons behind it had already cast spells to intercept the flying crossbows one by one. Although some of them successfully broke through the magic barrier, the last remaining efforts only left a few light scratches on Iron Dragon's body.
"Load!"
Rune Dragon-Hunting Crossbow is expensive to build and difficult to load. Each one requires at least five skilled soldiers to operate it. Even if they cooperate well in repeated drills, it still takes a long time to load after a salvo.
At the same time, Olysia heard the sound of breathing.
A series of breathing sounds.
Sand City Outside the city, all Giant Dragon were taking deep breaths. The vast elemental energy gathered with their breathing, forming a siphon vortex visible to the naked eye. The sound of strong airflow continued, as if it was pulling people's souls out of their bodies.
"Protect!"
The commander only had time to shout out these two words before the overwhelming dragon's breath descended.
In Olysia's life, he has never seen so many Giant Dragon breathe out at the same time. As Legendary Dragon at the front bowed his head first, all the dragons behind him also roared.
The blazing torrent of energy, like a long river across the desert, rushed towards the city wall. Electric light, Blackfyre, cold current, Gravity Pulse and various unknown breaths intertwined, suddenly tearing apart the dull and thick dust. The strong light it bloomed was clearly visible for miles away.
All the protective spells on the city wall were activated at the same time, and the bright white light curtain was squeezed inward by the terrifying force. The people in Sand City looked up at the sky blankly, as if the entire sky was distorted.
Click click click.
After a few breaths, cracks began to appear on the protective light curtain, spreading from the top of the city wall to the bottom, followed by the second and third cracks, like countless black branches growing rapidly in the light.
"Prepare for impact!"
Olysia ordered loudly, but her voice was drowned by the deafening roar.
She saw the magic tower behind the city wall begin to collapse, and the densely packed runes were extinguished layer by layer, and finally seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand. Dozens of tons of stones and metal components exploded outward at the same time. The nearby soldiers did not even have time to scream, and were overturned and killed by the sudden explosion.
The protective barrier is crumbling, and the rock walls are struggling to hold up.
The ancestors of Tagoma and all previous generations of Warden of the Western Marches spent decades building this fortress. The nobles praised its ingenuity, and the bards wrote long poems about it and sung them in taverns.
But under the power of the dragon, it was as precarious as a fishing boat facing a tsunami, as if it would topple over at any time.
It was really about to collapse. The city wall was shaking violently. Countless stones on the edge were cracking and bouncing repeatedly between the crenellations. The soldiers were avoiding the impact while quickly leaving the city wall. Everyone had a premonition of impending disaster.
"Rumble..."
The earth trembled, the earth collapsed, and Sand City collapsed.
Strong shock waves and flowing fire struck hard. Olysia knelt half on the ground, holding the sword with both hands and inserting it into the masonry beneath his feet. The runes on the armor lit up one after another, making a heartbreaking sound of metal tearing.
She was pushed backwards by the powerful shock wave. She finally stabilized her figure at the edge of the wall and looked up in disbelief.
The blazing light and deafening roar gradually dissipated, and a huge gap more than ten meters wide was cut out of the strongest front pass of the entire fortress, with hot magma dripping from the gap.
Giant Dragon deliberately chose the most heavily defended west side to attack, not only to destroy the western city wall, but also to use up all Sand City's magic reserves in this breath, so that their soldiers could invade later.
What kind of arrogance and arrogance is this...
How powerful.
Rolling smoke and dust rose up, blocking the midday sun.
The Giant Dragons' attack unfolded, and they descended from the sky on Sand City, roaring loudly, and spit out Thunderfire that burned everything.
The ground shook, and the royal flags erected everywhere were broken. The sentry towers and magic towers were knocked down one by one. Countless Wyvern flew around True Dragon, throwing the soldiers to the ground and biting them. The sharp screams of Wyvern were heard everywhere. The scene was as terrifying as the end of the world.
Until this day comes, people finally recall the fear of being ruled by Giant Dragon, and the humbleness of being slaves and lambs in the past.
"Bang!"
The Dragon-Hunting Crossbow station that was still running exploded. Ferrum retracted its claws, then turned around and flicked its tail, lifting several soldiers who were trying to come up to kill them into the air.
He has returned to the east area of Sand City that his own army needs to destroy. Nether Dragon is walking on the killing Battlefield like a demon. His powerful and heavy claw strikes can penetrate the wall every time. After using Bone Growth's ability, Ferrum rolls into the crowd at will, and it is a piece of flesh and blood that cannot be distinguished.
How to describe his wonderful feeling at this moment? After the evolution, Nether Dragon no longer has to hide behind his companions waiting for an opportunity to attack. At this level of Battlefield, there is almost no need to consider his own danger.
The vitality and strength brought by Burning Heart, the barrier and elemental abilities brought by Bloodfire, coupled with the inherently hard and sharp body, make Ferrum go deep into the enemy's formation alone, just like mowing grass, hearty and satisfying.
The twelve-meter-long Nether Dragon didn't have any of the sluggishness typical of large dragons. Every move was short and powerful. His claws and toes were full of blood, but there were no scars on his body. He ran quickly through the ruins, like the looming black god of death.
"Zane is right."
Ferrum had just made a judgment in his mind when a blazing spell came straight towards his head, exploding on the Bloodfire barrier into overflowing elemental light. Nether Dragon looked sideways, his eyes moving slightly.
Thirty fully armed knights, surrounded by a human general wearing silver armor, formed a sharp formation on the road.
You can't see the expression behind the helmet of the human general, but the weapon he holds in his hand is very conspicuous. It is a rune sword that is far wider than ordinary weapons. It is heavier than a hammer and is easy to chop and smash.
Such a weapon, if the user is powerful enough, may also pose a threat to dragons.
"Rune Knights?"
Ferrum turned around slowly. "Interesting."