Charle looked at the wizard, who wore an expression of absolute confidence.
He waved his Wand, sending spells with all sorts of special effects against dragons whistling through the air.
Every one of those spells had been improved by the wizards at the Romanian Dragon Reserve specifically to target dragons and exploit their weaknesses.
For example, the Eye Disease Curse was exceptionally effective against dragons. It could temporarily blind them, cause intense pain in their eyes, make them lose their minds, and expose even more openings.
There were also weakening and armor-piercing spells aimed at dragon scales. Once they hit, they could effectively reduce a dragon's resistance to magic, paving the way for later spells to take effect.
But as he watched the streaks of light shoot toward the sky, one of the nearby wizards could not help reminding him.
"Boss, they're off! The spells are off!"
The leading wizard remained full of confidence and replied coolly.
"What are you panicking for? Let the spells fly a little longer."
"Dragons have inertia, understand? I precisely calculated the speed of the spells and Charle's speed. That way, the spells' hit rate against the dragon will increase drastically."
"In less than three seconds, Charle will be blasted out of the sky by my spells."
"Three, two, one..."
He counted down calmly.
Sure enough, the spell lights were nearly touching Charle.
A smile curled at the corner of the wizard's lips as he waited to see Charle fall from the sky.
But the smile that had just appeared on his face froze in the next instant.
The Ukrainian Ironbelly diving rapidly through the air vanished into thin air.
In its place was the figure of a young human wizard.
The spells that had been aimed at the dragon's enormous body naturally all missed.