Mountain King stopped walking, took a big breath, and panted violently. She was Mountain Dragon in her youth, and she should not have shown weakness in such a battle.
Now the enemy's descendants are in front of her, and they are attacking her. If she attacks in any direction, she can find a Heavy-Metal Dragon cub.
This was the opportunity for revenge that she had been looking for. She urged herself in her heart to fight and kill without stopping for a moment.
But at this time, Mountain Dragon could only reluctantly admit that he was completely at a disadvantage in this fight.
Those Heavy-Metal Dragon cubs were ferocious and cunning, and actually formed a huge encirclement around her. No matter how she roared or charged and struck, the encirclement just kept moving with her, showing no sign of collapse.
She saw those Nickel Dragons screaming continuously, their faces full of desire for killing, like scavenging hyenas, but they were extremely cautious, just hiding in the distance, spitting out a disgusting acid at herself every time they recovered, corroding her scales.
Although Nickel Dragon is weak, the acid they spit out is always working. It's like it's stuck and cannot be easily shaken off, constantly increasing her burden and corroding her body.
The same goes for other Hatchling Dragon, but they are slightly braver than Nickel Dragon. They occasionally launch an attack from behind, and then escape quickly under the cover of the main attack, running around her, not in a hurry, and slowly waiting for the opportunity.
"Boom."
Ladon rushed up, collided with Mountain Dragon again, and then rushed out.
It was this guy who had been blocking her. Just now, Ladon was clearly controlled by Petrification and took a slap from her front. She was already covered in cuts and bruises.
She doesn't understand why this Hatchling Dragon can still fight, and she doesn't know what kind of power is supporting this Hatchling Dragon from falling down.
The other one, Chrome Dragon, was even more difficult. She knew very well that as long as her attack hit once, she could kill and maim Ferrum.
Only the Chrome Dragon can cut through its own defense. Once Chrome Dragon dies, the dragons lose their main force and the siege cannot be maintained immediately.
But even if she concentrated on it, it was difficult to catch this target. The most recent time, it just passed from above and shattered Chrome Dragon's membrane wings and tailbone.
The knife-like offensive continues.
Mountain King lowered his head and looked at his clawed arms, which were full of gaps. The scales were no longer visible, the flesh and blood fell off, leaving only the bones wrapped with tendons.
She realized that this claw arm had lost its function and could no longer exert its power. Her life was also rapidly drying up. Maybe the next moment all the enemies would pounce on her and surround and kill her.
She knew that she was too weak. She was a lone wild dragon in the wilderness. She was ignorant when she was young and relied on chewing weeds in the cracks of rocks to survive. It was not until she met her companions that she learned language and writing, and gained an understanding of the world.
This experience destined her to be weak, far inferior to other Giant Dragon in their youth.
Later, she gave birth to several Dragon Egg, and she was determined to raise her children well with her spouse, so that they could become truly noble dragons instead of living like beasts like herself.
But Ashmark Lineage destroyed all of this.
Just because she and her spouse once went to Windsong Plateau for hunting and ate their so-called family members and livestock, Iron Dragon as black as ink came suddenly. When she rushed back, Dragonpit was only left with a vast scorched earth.
Ember Scar!
Beast-like rage filled Mountain Dragon's heart. She could no longer feel the pain, and she had no other thoughts. Regardless of the outcome of the battle, she would make Ashmark Lineage pay the price anyway.
She chose her target. Her target was not the Ladon and Ferrum in front of her, but another Iron Dragon. She heard those Hatchling Dragon call him Gax. That little guy was not as powerful as the two main forces in front of her, and he was not as cautious as the other Hatchling Dragon. He had a strong desire to attack and would constantly try to take risks.
This is good, it gives her a chance.
Mountain Dragon spun around and flicked his tail, exposing his back, and then lowered his limbs.
This is the beast's method of luring the enemy. She deliberately swung her tail in the other direction, leaving her back unprotected and no longer able to fight back. If Hatchling Dragon wanted to attack, she would not miss this opportunity.
The other party was indeed fooled.
Gax immediately moved, stepping on the stone ground from the side, and rushed towards Mountain King's exposed back.
His breathing was heavy and hot, and there were layers of blood on the dark black scales. There were still wounds on his shoulder blades that were torn apart by the previous spear throw, but his speed was not slow at all.
In the eyes of Gax, this is indeed an excellent opportunity. Mountain King's power is weakening and he has been pushed to the brink of death. Perhaps it only takes one heavy blow to completely crush this huge enemy.
Gax roared and rushed forward, digging a deep hole in the ground with its four claws. Iron Dragon's body carried an almost arrogant weight and crashed into the roots of Mountain King's hind legs.
However, the moment Gax rushed into the blind spot on Mountain King's back, Mountain King suddenly turned back at a speed that was not commensurate with its huge size, and turned around in an instant. It was obvious that it had been planned for a long time.
At the same time, her other intact paw also came rushing towards her.
There was no pride in Mountain King's eyes, only indifference and determination. She no longer expected to escape unscathed, nor did she expect to kill all Heavy-Metal Dragon's cubs. She only wanted this Iron Dragon life, and this was the final price.
Gax finally realized that he had stepped into a trap.
He suddenly stopped, his iron claws dug deeply into the ground, and he leaned back, trying to use his strength to escape from the shadow, but it was too late. Mountain King's claw strikes were like a collapsed stone peak, blocking all escape routes in an instant.
It wasn't until he faced such power that Gax finally realized what kind of enemy the two Archaic Species were fighting.
Ladon and Ferrum had just completed an offensive and were retreating to the rear. At this critical moment, it was too late to stop or save them.
When he was about to die, Gax suddenly roared, lowered his head, pointed his horns at the giant claw that was pressing down, and still tried to hit it hard.
Mountain King pressed all the remaining magic power, hatred and life into this claw. The bone ridges on her back were as bright as fireworks. Before the giant claw fell, the strong wind crushed all the gravel and spread it apart.
"Get out of the way!"
Cobalt-Blue Overlord rushed forward, and he only had time to say these two words.
Boom!
White Stone Slope sank suddenly.
The loud sound was not like claws hitting flesh and blood, but more like a mountain peak being hit by another mountain peak, with gravel flying everywhere, dust and blood mist exploding at the same time, and the shock wave sweeping out a striking ring.
Kेलaili was slammed into the ground, Cobalt Dragon's limbs were deeply sunken, and the scales on his shoulders and back were shattered. Blood spurted out from under the upturned scales. Mountain King's huge claws pressed on him, and the claw tips were deeply embedded in his shoulder blades and back.
Cobalt Dragon let out a low and painful roar from his throat. His body continued to sink, and his bones seemed to be crushed inch by inch, but he still did not fall.
The blood flowing out from his wounds fell on Mountain King's claws, and soon acrid green smoke emitted, eroding Young Dragon's scales and flesh like a poison.
Mountain King roared in pain and pressed down with his body.
"I just said..."
Kेलaili raised his head, his voice was blocked by blood and was broken for a moment, then squeezed out from the depths of his throat, "I said I could stop it!"
All Hatchling Dragon realized that this was Mountain King's last ditch effort. She put all her strength on Kेलaili, leaving no room left to maintain her original defense or to disperse the surrounding siege.
She was like a beast biting its fangs into the body of its prey, thus exposing its throat, limbs and back.
Without orders or shouts, the Hatchling Dragons pounced on Mountain Dragon almost at the same time, biting Mountain Dragon's limbs, back, tail root and wounds, shaking their heads violently, tearing them apart with all their might, and making ferocious and cruel roars everywhere.
The dragon body, which was as huge as a mountain, was already riddled with holes. At this moment, it was finally overwhelmed and collapsed.
Ladon stayed behind and did not move. He had reached his limit. On the contrary, Ferrum still had some strength left. He stepped forward and his claws turned into huge bone knives and pressed into Mountain Dragon's neck.
"Do you have a name?"
Ferrum paused slightly and asked, "Will you use Dragon Language?"
"Kanila, this is my name."
Mountain Dragon is still using Common Tongue. Her expression is fierce, and she is still twisting her head, trying to bite her. "Come on, chop off my head, while I am still alive, Heavy-Metal Dragon, I will wait to meet you in hell."
"You can have a chance to survive, but hatred cannot be resolved, right?" Ferrum asked.
"It's easy to resolve hatred. Go kill that bastard Veloa."
Mountain Dragon roared, "Give Lanluote's life back to me, give my child..."
Ferrum took a deep breath, and before she could finish her words, she chopped with all her strength and cut off Mountain Dragon's head.
The angry Giant Dragon's head fell to the ground, and the blood spurted out like a spring for a long time before it stopped. The Hatchling Dragons let go of their fangs, each retreated, and watched this scene in silence.
After a short period of time, Mountain Goblin gradually gathered around and spontaneously went up to collect the blood of Mountain Dragon. Dragons are full of treasures, and their scales, horns and claws are all valuable, and the last dragon bone is as heavy as gold.
But even though it was such a valuable thing, Hatchling Dragon people were actually indifferent. Even the most money-greedy Nipo didn't go up to fight for it.
Although he is an enemy, Mountain King is still a dragon after all. The noble Giant Dragon will not be interested in the corpses of his kind like dogs and rats.
"Don't touch her again."
Ferrum shook his head and ordered, "Just bury her in Battlefield. Mountain Dragon came for revenge, so this is a worthy death."
Mountain Goblin were all surprised. They did not expect that the lord would give up the treasure he had obtained, but Hatchling Dragon nodded one after another, admiring and agreeing with Ferrum's disposal plan.
They were born noble and were ashamed to be associated with Lesser Dragon. However, many years of getting along with Ochre Valley and Nurturer's repeated teachings still made them regard Lesser Dragon as a member of the family.
In the Lesser Dragon group of Ochre Valley, there are three Mountain Dragon.
Hatchling Dragon are all extremely smart, and the hatred and involvement involved no longer require their words.
High above the clouds where the platform could not see, a gaze slowly returned.
Hatchling Dragon people have to experience bloodshed to grow up. They should see the cruelty of the world and learn to be as stone-hearted. There may be sacrifices and casualties. These are the prices that must be paid for growth.
However, Ladon and Ferrum cannot die. This is the bottom line for Ashmark Lineage.