"The time for battle has come!"
Itharius is still healing, and Krasus is learning how to use the Keeper's Forge from Alodi. There aren't many left who can still fight!
"Then I'll do it! Sure enough, in crucial moments you can't rely on anyone else; you have to rely on yourself!"
Jiang Jie sighed, feeling that he was destined to be a busybody.
Even Anveena was left behind, Jiang Jie, now completely light-footed and unable to fly, could only plead with the griffin " Sharpbeak ": "Old buddy, send me to the sky!"
Whoosh!
Sharpbeak, more robust than the other griffins, was nourished by Jiang Jie's Chi and influenced by the Black Tortoise aura, remaining fearless even when facing the Tyrant of the Dream.
It flapped its wings and soared high, quickly reaching the skies above Karazhan and landing on Eranikus's back!
"Old buddy, let's go back. This battle doesn't belong to you, it belongs to me!"
Jiang Jie leaped down and landed steadily on Eranikus's back!
A large ant crawled onto his back, Eranikus paid no attention and continued flying. He flew with a large rock in his arms to the top of Karazhan, then released his grip and free-falled.
boom!
The large rock crashed down, and the seven-colored barrier shone brightly, its energy radiating outwards in ripples. This barrier probably wouldn't last much longer.
"Let's go help!"
The leader of Tyr's Guard, the Grand Knight Tavard, strode up to the four young dragons and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, we need your help! Send us up to the heavens, and we'll go help the Grand Duke!"
Gavard, Ivaria, Duvar, and all the remaining elders of Tyr's Guard had arrived, each carrying a warhammer, their hands gleaming with Holy Light, their gazes unwavering, their convictions steadfast.
"Are you all stupid? Brainwashed? Are you rushing to your deaths or rushing to the Shadowlands to find your companions?" Dreamscythe looked at Tavard as if he were an idiot. "Do you know who that is? Eranikus! The Tyrant of the Dream! Don't even mention the four of you, even four hundred of you wouldn't be enough to defeat him! Don't drag me down with you if you want to die! I'm not even an adult yet, and I haven't found my green dragon girl yet!"
" Paladin are fearless. We are the guardians of the Lord of Order, having faced the far more terrifying Zakajz, struggling in shadow and pain, persevering through despair and decay. The whispers of the Old Gods' servants could not corrupt us, nor could the collapse of Tyr's Tomb crush us. We hold fast to our beliefs, living towards death, and dying without regret!"
Tavard looked at the four young dragons before him and shook his head, saying, " The Tyrant of the Dream, the Enemy of the World! He wreaks havoc in the human world and will soon face human judgment! The Lord of Order is the mortal enemy of the Old Gods. I sensed a power similar to Zakajz in Eranikus; the Old Gods must be behind him! Paladin have no fear. If we die, carry our bodies back to the Tyr's Tomb and continue guarding the Lord of Order's tomb!"
Gavard approached and said firmly, "If we are gone without a trace, then take our weapons and armor back with us! That's what we've always done. Many of our comrades have perished without a trace! There's a cemetery next to Tyr's Tomb where all of Tyr's Guard are buried!"
Ivaria walked over, a faint smile on her face. "If our weapons and armor are gone, so be it. The glory and faith of the Tyr's Guard will never fade! Erect a tombstone for us, with our names engraved on it, and our souls will return there to dwell with the Lord of Order!"
Duvar walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with the other three. "If our souls are all devoured, so be it. At least we fought, we never flinched in the face of our eternal enemy! The tradition of the Tyr's Guard has been carried on at Stromgarde. We have no regrets even if we die!"
The four Paladin stood shoulder to shoulder, their Holy Light intertwined, their flame of faith ignited and never to be extinguished.
"Are you guys... stupid?" Dreamscythe looked at him like he was an idiot. "Knowing you can't win, why are you still going to your deaths? Did Weaver kick your brains? Don't you know what strategic defense is? Get it?"
"Nonsense! I never kick mortals, I just sweep them with my tail! One sweep and a whole bunch are gone!" Weaver shouted. "But Dreamscythe is right..."
"Strike when you need to, and back down when you need to, or you'll lose your arms! What use are you? You're just a nuisance!" Tavard shook his head and said, "In Eranikus's eyes, we may just be insignificant ants, but even ants can make him feel an itch, or even pain, right? The Grand Duke is gone, how can we back down?"
"You guys, sigh, why can't mortals use their brains? Well, that's true, you have small heads and small brain capacity, so it's normal to be a little stupid." Dreamscythe said speechlessly.
"We'll fight! You don't need to!" another emerald dragon, " Morphaz," suddenly declared. " The Tyrant of the Dream is the enemy of the Green Dragons, not yours!"
"No, the Tyrant of the Dream is the enemy of the entire world. Behind him are the Old Gods, our eternal enemy!" Tavard shook his head.
"Then let's go together! Let's fight him together, side by side! The Green Dragons don't have a tradition of letting their allies fight alone, and we've never backed down!"
Hazzas transformed into his green dragon form. "That woman, come up here, let's go!"
With a flash, Ivaria leaped onto Hazzas's back, and the first green dragon and the first Paladin soared into the sky.
"Let's go too!" Dreamscythe carried Tavard into the sky.
Then comes the third and fourth points.
Itharius emerged, covered in wounds and reverting to his green dragon form. "Would you like to come with me, follower of Tyr? Ysera once fought alongside Tyr; we should uphold ancient traditions and never forget the classics!"
The Maiden of Virtue jumped onto his back, her voice cold and mechanical. "I do!"
Another beautiful figure appeared on Itharius's back, standing beside the Maiden of Virtue; it was Bishop Paltress of the Temple.
She remained silent, letting her actions speak for themselves.
"Very well, I'll take you to the heavens!" Itharius spread his wings and flew into the sky, sending the Maiden of Virtue and Paltress onto Eranikus's back. Then he flew to Eranikus and, with his severely wounded body, faced the Tyrant of the Dream.
"You've arrived?"
Jiang Jie turned his head and saw the rapidly approaching green dragon and the users of Holy Light. He smiled faintly and said, "Then, let's fight side by side!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
One by one, the Paladin struck Eranikus's back like warhammers, then used their holy hammers to strike the scales on Eranikus's back, attempting to shatter them and attack Eranikus body.
Here, take this!
Jiang Jie waved his hand, and a chain over a hundred meters long and as thick as a little finger landed in Tavard's hand. "Mithril Chain, made in Gnomeregan, guaranteed to be top quality! Secure yourselves in place, lest Eranikus throw you around!"
One end of the chain was a large iron nail. With a single blow from Tavard, the meter-long nail pierced through the scales and dragon skin, embedding itself into Eranikus's body!
Then, he threw the chain away, Duvar, who was at the very back, stood at the dragon's tail and, following the same pattern, drove the iron nail into Eranikus's tail!
Gavard and Ivaria followed suit, driving several iron nails into Eranikus's body.
Subsequently, the four Paladin, along with the Maiden of Virtue and Paltress who arrived later, bound themselves to mithril chains, and no matter how much Eranikus flew around, he could not shake them off.
Although the chain was thin, it was much stronger than expected, capable of supporting even Maiden of Virtue of her size without any problem.
The Maiden of Virtue bent down, grabbed one of Eranikus's dragon scales with both hands, and pulled hard, actually tearing the scale off!
Then, she did the same thing again, and in less than a minute, she managed to pluck off ten dragon scales, revealing a piece of dragon skin.
Sizzle!
Jiang Jie leaped into the air, his divine sword Strom'kar piercing the dragon's hide. He then spun the sword, slicing off a large piece of the hide to reveal the bloody dragon flesh.
"Big! Big, big!"
Jiang Jie roared, and the divine sword transformed into a ten-meter-long flaming giant sword, which then forcefully pierced into Eranikus's back!
" Maiden of Virtue, stir it up!" Jiang Jie shouted.
The Maiden of Virtue quickly took over, pressing down hard, and the entire blade of the divine sword pierced into Eranikus's body. Then, she gripped the hilt tightly with both hands and spun it around. With such immense power, the divine sword actually churned up the dragon's flesh, tearing it apart!
This wasn't like being pricked by a needle or bitten by an ant; for Eranikus, it was like a dagger piercing his back, causing unbearable damage and pain.
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