The two werebears, who had hit Drotilon but had no effect, fell into shock. Suddenly, a huge javelin fired from one's own ballista turned them into bear skewers and fell to the ground.
"Well done, my brave soldiers." Drodiron muttered silently, stretching out his arms wrapped in dragon scales, preparing to activate new magic.
"Interrupt her!" an orc shouted, and another large wave of flying axes was thrown from a distance.
Drautilon found that many throwing axes were simply thrown at the human troops behind her. Did she already find that she also rescued endangered soldiers from time to time?
"It's in the way!" Drotilon pressed his claws on the ground, "The range of the magic effect is expanded to become a wall of hellfire!"
Unnatural dark red flames emerged from the ground in lines and turned into tall and wide walls. Not only did they turn a large number of long-range attacks directed towards the rear into ashes, but the expanding flames also made many orcs dance like men in the fire.
It danced and rolled like an idiot, and finally turned into a ball of cooked meat on the ground.
It does not become charcoal the color of fire. The main function of this magic is just like the name, not to attack.
"Ha, I caught you!" Suddenly, the entire wall of fire broke through!
A bear-man wielding a giant ax with blue hands actually broke through the flames and rushed in front of Drodiron.
But so what, these orcs can't hurt themselves at all, but this method of breaking through the seventh-level tornado magic without injury must be cautious.
Facing the giant ax rushing toward the door, she stretched out her arms to shield her face with stronger dragon scales. This was the only reaction she could do with little combat training.
"Dang!" The slashing trajectory of the ax swayed out of her sight, and directly hit Drautilon's head. There was still a sound like metal collision, but
"Boom!" The black and red flames from before burst out from the axe, burning Drodiron's head.
"Ugh!" Drodiron hurriedly swung his dragon claws and forced the bear man back, while he quickly put out the fire on his head.
In this battle, Drautilon was injured for the first time.
"My name is Dos Randall! In this half-dragon form, you must be the king of the Dragon Kingdom! Let's show off!" The bear man who called himself Dos casually smashed a cannon shot from the city wall.
Javelin, turned the giant ax a few times, assumed a warrior-like posture, and said loudly.
Then this is also the trump card of the orc army. It must be equipped with weapons that can absorb magic and fight back.
Could it be that he had been releasing magic like crazy just now and seemed to be unable to parry those close attacks, so he thought that holding a weapon that absorbed and released magic close to him would have a chance of winning?
This judgment is very correct. I barely care about those close attacks. It is true that as the queen of this country, I have never learned hand-to-hand combat. But the bigger reason is that those attacks cannot break through my half-dragon transformation.
Dragon scale skin.
If the defense was insufficient, she would not rush to the front of the battlefield, but would stand on the city wall and cast magic.
However, facing this guy's weapon, Drautilon felt that she might indeed be injured. In fact, she had already been injured just now, so there was no room for it, and besides, she couldn't accept it emotionally.
"Who wants to compete with the guy who treats us as food!" She shouted, "Shenyan!"
Doss didn't even react as the golden flames ignited directly on his body and burned him to nothing.
In fact, Drautilon is not willing to use such powerful magic. He has been using slightly lower-level magic with a large range and enough to kill orcs instantly. Faced with an army that may exhaust his energy, this point
She still has common sense, but if it is the enemy's trump card, there is no need to hold it back.
I still have 40% of my magic power left, is that okay?
The orcs were greatly shocked when they saw Doss being killed instantly. It seemed that the orc army began to disintegrate around this place. They scrambled to escape. After a while, the retreat horn even sounded from behind.
"But, this is really a strong orc." Drodiron lowered his head and glanced at the blue giant ax that originally belonged to Doss, which fell on the ground. "I use this magic on that guy's puppet, no matter what
She was embarrassed for a moment, but she was totally fine. How big is the gap?"
However, Drotilon had no intention of letting the enemy go. He kicked his dragon-shaped legs on the ground, instantly stepped out of a large pit and shot towards the orc army. He plunged into the "meat ball" alone, using a wide range of magic.
He went on a rampage until the enemy's camp opposite White Rock City was reduced to ruins, and then he dragged his exhausted body and the giant blue ax as the highest trophy back.
It was true that he was tired, but he still had the strength to smash the bones of the orcs with his claws like smashing watermelons.
Looking at the soldiers who were still on guard on the battlefield in front of the city gate and on the city wall, she said: "We won this battle."
I intentionally used amplification magic props, but no one responded.
No, there was no reaction. Some people's weapons fell to the ground, and those people immediately followed either lying down or sitting on the ground and cried bitterly.
"Everyone, what happened? We won." Drautilon was a little uneasy, because there were many corpses of his own people and soldiers around him. Even if they won, they would never wake up again.
Now that they have become so strong, will they blame themselves for not saving them even though they have such great power? Even if they win, they have lost so many companions. Is it really painful?
"Your Majesty, you have worked hard. This battle is really wonderful with His Majesty's majesty shining through." The commander came up and saluted Drodiron.
"But everyone was crying so much."
"It was tears of joy. Everyone was crying for victory."
Perhaps the commander was exaggerating to please the queen, but it was not far from the truth. The people of this country were fighting against a race that regarded themselves as food. The pressure was greater than any conventional war. There were already
The people in the city have become food. Those who escaped here brought news and fought with the remaining people not to become food. However, the gap is desperate. Many wounded people cannot be treated and wait to die, even if they are still alive.
People are already exhausted physically and mentally.
Now, knowing that I am still alive, I only have a feeling of peace of mind, and I don't even have the strength to cheer for joy.
"I understand, I'll leave the aftermath to you."
"Yes, I will ask the guards to escort you into the city."
Drautilon knew her identity and did not refuse. She walked into the city surrounded by guards and hastened her pace. Among the magic she could use, there was also healing magic. She could save as much as she could with the remaining magic.