The Right Way to Slay a Dragon

Pan Long lay on his blanket, racking his brains for a way to kill that dragon.

Strictly speaking, a Wyvern was only a "lesser dragon," far weaker than a true Dragon. Legend held that true Dragons were mighty creatures capable of matching gods. Even if the Demon King descended in person, he might not defeat one.

Pan Long did not know how strong a true Dragon was, but he was certain the Zombie Wyvern had been tainted by the power of the Demon Realm and was stronger than an ordinary Wyvern.

The greatest difference between them was their defense.

An ordinary Wyvern moved more nimbly, but its body was still flesh and blood. Injuries hurt. It could bleed, break bones... Even without a fatal wound, it might die from nothing more than continued blood loss.

The Zombie Wyvern would not. It had already died once, after all; it simply had not died thoroughly enough. Death had slowed its movements and diminished its strength, but it also meant it cared nothing for pain or blood loss. Unless a blow struck a vital spot, any wound could only weaken it little by little, not produce serious consequences on the spot.

Worse still, after becoming a zombie, its already tough hide and flesh had grown harder. Ordinary blades were out of the question; even a cavalry Charge might fail to pierce it with a lance.

It would probably take a cavalryman of Pan Long's caliber, wielding a magically reinforced lance forged from pure steel and riding a Half-Blood Warhorse powerful enough to send an ordinary heavy infantryman flying with its Charge, to drive that lance clean through it.

That was obviously impossible in this forest.

For one thing, where was Pan Long supposed to find a horse and lance like that?

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