On the mountain ridge not far away from the camp, several winged dragons were raising their heads gracefully, looking at the large legions of knights running wildly.
The leader was a giant brass-colored dragon, who kept talking about the fact that he was the one who lobbied for a group of air forces.
From his perspective, a protracted battle without air support would be incomplete.
In his memory, those elves were like this.
The mages cover the ground with firepower, the knights clean the ground, and the aerial knights occupy the high altitude, crushing all enemies.
Pulling in a few aerial forces was already the limit of his talk.
"Well, I think I should report it to them. Is it too late to do so now?" the Brass Dragon chattered.
"What to tell them?"
"Didn't we take the opportunity to spray a wave and evacuate?"
The mixed-race white dragon with a slightly blue glow on the other end frowned, and his face with a hint of Linjia could easily make any expression.
This battlefield was very dangerous, at least it seemed very dangerous to him. It was enough to catch the opponent by surprise at extremely fast speeds. If the demons were prepared, that would be another matter.
Several other dragons had the same idea.
The Brass Dragon turned his head and looked at the giant dragons with faces of recognition. His suspicion came true. It seemed that the inheritance of the giant dragons had really been modified.
"All right……"
Several giant dragons fluttered their wings and soared into the clouds. In their bulging chests, the elemental particles were agitating crazily. The ripples reverberating between their mouths would be the breath that would bring nightmares to the enemy.
In the second battle that has already begun, the dragon forces representing the power of the air began to enter the scene.
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This is a battle in which the few fight against the many, and it is also a battle in which the strong defeats the weak.
Iron Fist and Angel were at the forefront, delivering their output freely and without hesitation, exerting their maximum strength to bombard places where high-level demons might be present.
Low-level demons who were shocked to death by the aftermath fell down many times. If their bodies were dissected, it would be found that the backs of those demons had been shattered and shattered into pieces.
The same goes for those high-level extraordinary blood knights, who took action with the middle-level transformed demons.
The mid-level extraordinary blood knights went to fight with the low-level transformed demons.
These levels are reduced step by step.
"You have to fight against enemies that are weaker than you. Monsters at the same level as you will have teammates one level above you to deal with them. When you and monsters at the same level are fighting to a close, enemies that are weaker than you are fighting.
Approach the knight behind you."
"Killing an enemy who is weaker than you is more effective than holding back a monster of the same level as you."
Of course, the premise of this assumption is that there are already teammates who are stronger than you and find enemies of the same level as you.
"roar--"
The dark sky had not yet risen, and above the cold canyon, a few black shadows flashed under the cliff.
Then, a blue-white lightning chain suddenly shot up into a flame belt tens of meters high, accompanied by a highly corrosive light green mist.
Several giant dragons came from the darkness, appeared briefly and then disappeared again, like phantoms and ghosts in the darkness, leaving only a large area of affected demons with countless deaths and injuries.
Night battles were much more difficult than open battles. Not to mention the bloodline knights who were at the front and killed extraordinary demons, even the noble knights at the back who were responsible for killing inferior demons were a little unbearable.
The enemy could not be seen clearly, and from time to time, blades would stick out from the darkness, flames would spurt out from the corners, and flowing fire oil would burst into flames.
The knights were riding horses that had taken the dragon's blood potion. They looked at the knights who were like mainstays in front of them. They gritted their teeth and gradually became red-eyed.
The number of knights is too small. Even if all the knights here add up, there are only more than 700 knights. And there are too many demons. Even after a war of attrition, they are still as invisible as before.
Margin.
The giant brass-colored dragon suddenly fell and smashed into the group of demons. Its head, tail, claws, and wings were all sharp weapons that swept across the battlefield.
The screaming demons rushed up, twitching under the gushing current, losing the light in their eyes, and staggered to the ground.
Copper is a good thing and can conduct electricity, so the breath of the brass dragon is the breath of electricity. All demons who are close to the brass dragon feel their scalps numb, and then the current is connected into threads, surrounding the terrifying dragon that roars to the sky, within a hundred meters.
All the demons turned into gourds.
In a way, the Brass Dragon's breath does not have to come out of its mouth. As long as he wants, he can use electric attacks from his tail, wings, and claws.
The breath organ stored in the chest is a pair of plasma storage piles. It continuously accumulates electric current on a daily basis, but when it is used, it will cause earth-shattering results.
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A flower of killing that bloomed at dawn bloomed briefly and then withered again.
The number of demons was reduced a lot, and they all retreated without saying a word, returning to the dark corner, leaving behind demon corpses all over the ground.
The logistics personnel cleaning the battlefield began to enter the scene, cleaning up the corpses in the sea of blood and looking for the demons whose necks had not been broken. The blunt long knife in their hands rose and fell, leaving a spinning head jumping and rolling down the corpse, snapping.
With a sound, he fell into the mud stained red with blood.
"Get up, it's time for us to go home."
A knight dug through the pile of demons and found his companion with his eyes tightly closed. His face was very white, frighteningly white, and his body was also cold.
Well, there seems to be a heartbeat. The knight mentioned his companion and jumped up as if he had discovered something extremely happy.
"Hey, there's another wounded person here!"
When the medical support staff who were digging among the corpses heard this, they immediately ran over with long strides.
Looking along the rising sun, we can see the small figures cleaning up this cruel battlefield like ants.
The corpses of these demons cannot be left for long. For some extreme extraordinary professions, this kind of place is a perfect place for legendary advancement rituals.
But in this universe with the theme of the battle between wizards and holy spirits, it seems that those side professions are almost extinct.
Outside the canyon, at the entrance to the knights' camp, a huge brass-colored dragon with knife marks all over its body was lying at the entrance, its two front paws intertwined, and from time to time, it would stuff a metal ingot piled in front of it into its mouth.
Chewing very vigorously.
He was one of the heroes of this battle. The knights all saw his heroic fighting appearance, so they rewarded him a lot. Look, that's a lot of metal ingots.
Behind them, the uninjured knights supported the injured knights, and hurried logistics and medical staff kept carrying things in and out.