Keltullis roared, and every time its huge wings flapped, it set off a hurricane that overturned the carriage. Sparks swept away, causing the dwarves who besieged it to retreat quickly and hide behind the nearby stone house.
Its vertical pupils welled up with disdain, and it immediately stared at the charging knight, suddenly lowered its neck, opened its huge mouth, and bit away with its sharp teeth.
Eyck put the shield in front of him, turned sideways, and passed by the dragon's mouth by using the force-relieving movement.
The spear in his hand found the right opportunity and stabbed the wound on Keltullis's chest.
"Roar!"
A deafening roar came.
There was already an obvious wound where Eyck stabbed, and blood poured out from the wound.
Keltullis's eyes were furious, and his front paws violently attacked Eyck's position.
This attack seemed to have been anticipated by Eyck in advance. He quickly pulled out his spear and rolled backwards to dodge.
But an extremely terrifying force still hit his shield.
"Bang!"
Eyck's body flew upside down like a broken kite and fell heavily to the ground.
He quickly stood up, his eyes were full of sincerity, he was reciting what the saint said, and his chest was rising and falling violently.
The last time he almost lost his life at the hands of Royal Lion, he summarized his fighting style.
For large monsters, one hit is impossible. You must rely on the blind spot of the opponent's field of vision to quickly distance yourself.
After all, the bigger you are, the less flexible you will be after being bullied.
But it's obvious that his combat experience is still a bit lacking and he should be more decisive.
Thinking of this, he thought of the demon hunter who suddenly appeared that day.
But by luring Keltullis down from the sky, his goal has been achieved.
On the stone tower not far away, a few more figures appeared out of nowhere.
They wore exquisite armor, and the three of them worked together to form a heavy crossbow.
The crossbow is overall black and is more than two meters long.
One of the knight's retinue stuck a movable machine buckle on the barrel of the crossbow. This heavy crossbow cannot be pulled manually, and the bow string can only be pulled and retracted a little by the machine buckle.
"Hurry, faster!"
Eckhart roared and stuck an arrow one meter long into the machine bore.
The knight's retinue turned the buckle with all his strength, making a dense clicking sound.
The dark arrow tip exuded an icy cold light under the sparks all over the sky.
Eckhart Rotate the fuselage and align the self-standard with the position of the red dragon Keltullis.
They come from the feet of Margraviate of Talgar, Dragon Mountains.
Dragon Mountains, just by hearing this name, you can know that many flying dragons once lived there, but they have disappeared now.
This is thanks to the heavy crossbows and dragon-slaying arrows in their hands.
This special spiral arrow is coated with special grease and can shoot through the dragon's hard scales.
"Whoosh!"
The arrow flew out, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
Keltullis's body suddenly tensed up as his attention was attracted by Eyck.
The dragon's innate intuition made it aware of the danger. Its vertical pupils swept across all directions and it quickly discovered the arrow, but its injured body was completely unable to escape.
It had no choice but to cover its belly with its wings.
"Qiang!"
The dragon-killing arrow pierced its wing and entered its right thigh.
"Roar!"
The red dragon shook violently and let out a shrill roar.
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
Eckhart's eyes were excited, urging his subordinates to quickly draw the bow string, and he took out another dragon-killing arrow.
Eyck also found this opportunity, gripped the spear in his hand, sprinted forward, and stabbed the red dragon's soft wound fiercely.
"Roar!"
The dragon roar sounded again.
Seeing that the situation had reversed, the dwarves roared and moved forward with weapons in their hands to attack.
Countless hooks and locks flew out of the sky to imprison the flying lizard on the ground.
Keltullis was constantly vibrating its wings under the stimulation of severe pain. The restraints of the dwarves were obviously not enough for this twenty-meter-long monster.
It stirred up strong winds and hung precariously in the air.
"Stop it quickly, this damn lizard is going to die soon!"
"Tonight we are going to eat grilled dragon tail!"
Countless sharp weapons were thrown at Keltullis's body, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, using all possible means.
The red dragon endured the severe pain, lowered its ferocious head, and opened its huge mouth.
A surge of magic surged from his chest to his throat.
First, a dense plume of black smoke was spit out from the mouth, hitting the ground like an arrow, and violently spread towards the surroundings.
Everyone noticed the abnormality and shouted.
"Run quickly, this lizard is going to spit fire!"
"Find a place to hide!"
Keltullis's eyes focused, a harsh buzzing sound resounded through the sea of clouds, and an extremely dazzling red light drilled out of its throat, then turned into surging dragon flames.
"Roar!"
The dragon flame turned into a sea of fire and swallowed everything along the street in an instant.
Those stone houses made of piled rocks began to melt under the extreme high temperature and turned into red magma.
Immediately afterwards, the violent hurricane, with Keltullis as its core, spread crazily to the surrounding areas.
The three Eckhart people on the stone tower hurriedly squatted down. The heat wave stung their skin. Their throats were aching when they took a breath.
When they turned over, they could only see thick black smoke and countless floating sparks.
"Roar!"
A huge red figure rose into the sky. It flapped its wings and swayed as it flew deep into the forest.
Keltullis ran away.
When the dwarves saw this scene, they ran out of the ruins one after another, raised their hands and kept shouting.
Eyck emerged from a collapsed charred log.
His face was unkempt, half of his face was covered in blood and there were signs of burning, and most of the chainmail on his body was gray.
The surviving dwarves hurriedly gathered around, cheering.
"Oh, kind knight, that shot you just made was so cool!"
"That fire-breathing lizard is nothing more than that. We should have settled the score with it long ago!"
"That's right, if the great elder hadn't stopped it, we should have dealt with it long ago!"
"Knight, what is your name? Please tell us that we dwarves respect warriors the most. You are simply a hero."
Eyck glanced at the enthusiastic dwarves around him, feeling a little uncomfortable.
From the perspective of the dwarf, the knight in front of him was so fearless that he dared to fight a giant dragon single-handedly.
Not long after, Brouver arrived at the scene with dwarf guards.
"It's the Great Elder. The Great Elder and the others are here!"
Ferenc Clan's dwarf focused his eyes, with dissatisfaction in his eyes.
Brouver looked at the mess on the ground, and the veins on his forehead jumped wildly.
"What happened! First it was the monster Davor Bottomless Pit, and now it's Keltullis, this damn lizard!"
The crowd was pushed away, and a dwarf with a beard half singed by the flames and a face covered in soot came out.
He was extremely strong, with two axes hanging on his waist. "As you can see, this is a disaster, all caused by the giant dragon."
Brouver looked at him. The dwarf in front of him was the elder of Ferenc, Galka·Ferenc.
Forcibly suppressing his irritable mood, "Galka, what happened?"
Galka snorted coldly, "What else could it be? We delivered the tributes as promised! But that Keltullis didn't know what kind of plague it was. As soon as it swallowed our fat sheep, it fell from the sky and started breathing fire on our town!"
"Great Elder, fifty years ago I didn't agree to make this bullshit promise with that beast! We should get rid of this hybrid dragon!"
"Take a good look around you. Our people have suffered heavy losses and everything has been destroyed. This beast must be given an account!"
The dwarves around the Ferenc Clan roared.
"It's time for him to give an explanation!"
"Kill it, Mahakam Mountains doesn't need a dragon, just us dwarves!"
"That's right," Galka clasped his hands on his chest, "This beast has been injured. Now is a good time to kill it. If we wait for it to recover, the whole Mount Carbon will be unlucky!"
Brouver frowned and looked around at the traces of fire everywhere and the fallen corpse of the dwarf.
Painful gasps echoed within the ruins.
"Clang!" came a dull sound.
Eyck is holding a spear and speaking plausibly.
"This dwarf is right, the sage said: We must not allow the filth of greed to rage in this land, and let the ancient giants trample all believers."
"This filthy thing has been seriously injured, it's time to get rid of it completely!"
"If you guys are willing, I, Eyck of Denesle, am willing to accept this commission, completely eradicate this scourge, and complete this sacred mission."
"Papa," a burst of applause full of praise sounded, "Respected Great Elder Brouver, although Lord Eyck has defeated the giant dragon, the hidden dangers are still there."
"This evil dragon has committed such a heinous crime that we must not let it survive. It was hit by the dragon-killing arrow specially made by our Targo, and its body is in an absolutely weak stage. I also believe that the Eyck knight's ability will definitely be able to bring this dragon head back."
Under the protection of Eckhart, Ivar walked out of the crowd and gave a noble courtesy to Brouver.
Behind them, the famous dragon-killing arrows were also displayed.
Brouver looked at him. He knew very well what the other party wanted, and he came here to make weapons.
He wanted to refuse this commission from the bottom of his heart. After all, Mahakam Mountains was neutral.
If a large number of Mahakam weapons suddenly appear on the battlefield, this will undoubtedly anger the northern kingdoms and bring disaster to the dwarves.
He turned around subconsciously, trying to look at the black figure, but found nothing.
Suddenly, a voice appeared in his mind.
His pupils narrowed, "Okay, I agree."
"Ha! Great Elder, it should have been like this a long time ago!"
Galka's eyes were filled with angry flames and a strong look of greed.
The evil dragon had swallowed his clan's treasure for so many years, and it was time for him to spit it out with all the profits.
"Rodney, take them to Keltullis's residence!"
A sturdy dwarf with a brown beard walked out from behind him, "Yes, elder."
Brouver lowered his gaze and said, "Galka, you stay with me to help our compatriots."
Galka said, "Of course, this is of course the Great Elder!"
Brouver looked at Ivar and the others, and after a deep groan, he said, "Mr. Ivar, I can agree to help you forge weapons, but you must peel off the skin of this beast for me!"
Ivar put a smile on his face, "I'm happy to help, Great Elder."
Mount Mahakam In a natural cave deep in the forest.
The trees in front of the cave collapsed, the yellow mud on the ground turned up, and the bright red blood line extended into the cave, which was extremely dazzling.
In the cave, there was a faint sound of weak breathing, like the sound of a bellows pulling, extremely painful.
"Hu----hu----"
Keltullis was entrenched in the cave, his slender neck reaching towards his right thigh, and he opened his mouth to bite the half-pierced dragon-killing arrow.
"Roar!"
Following the wails, the surrounding birds and beasts gathered and dispersed.
The hot blood soaked the rocks, and white smoke billowed out.
--
Its whole body was twitching, its eyes were full of malice and hatred, and its claws kept rubbing on the ground, leaving traces behind, as if it was imagining tearing the enemy apart.
The cave was so quiet that only its breathing could be heard. Suddenly, it suddenly raised its head and looked at the shadow of the cave entrance with its amber beast pupils.
There was nothing there, but with keen intuition, it sensed danger, a danger that made its heart beat fast.
It took a breath, and the severe pain on its body made it difficult to get up again. It could only put its head on the ground to relieve the pain.
"Come out, human being," Keltullis's voice was full of pain and exhaustion. It was the voice of a lazy, mature woman, "Come out, I can smell your scent."
From the shadow of the cave entrance, a vague black figure walked out silently.
The man slowly raised his head, and the first thing revealed was a pair of golden beast pupils, like burning sulfur, extremely dazzling.
Arwen looked around in his wizard robe.
The narrow entrance is very wide inside. Behind the red dragon, there are gold coins and gems as big as a hill piled up, including exquisite porcelain and silver cups.
Arwen took a breath. Apart from the strong smell of blood, there was no other weird smell in the air.
Not only that, even the surrounding rocky ground was cleaned very clean.
With an interesting smile on his lips, he sat down on a raised rock.
The hood slid down to his shoulders, and he looked away sideways.
"It really surprises me. According to Monster Bestiary's course, the dragon's lair is usually a mess. It should be full of minced meat and debris. And you, you love to be clean."
As one of the ancient beings on this continent, giant dragons are not difficult to master the language.
Even the legendary golden dragon Geralt encountered had the ability to change its own shape.
The golden dragon not only turned into a human, but also spent a wonderful night in the bathtub with Geralt and two Zerrikania female warriors.
There was also the voice of Keltullis, which convinced Arwen that the red dragon in front of him was still a female dragon who loved to be clean.
Keltullis raised his head slightly and stared at him warily.
"I know you. Those eyes of yours are those of a demon hunter. What about those dwarves? They didn't dare to come and kill me, so they sent you here?"
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the cave became tense.
"Ha----" Arwen smiled and dusted off the wizard's robe, "No, no, no, Ms. Keltullis, don't misunderstand me. I'm not here to kill you. On the contrary, I may save your life----"