"Hoo!" Fiery fire swept across the earth, making the soil hard and hot. A giant dragon passed by from low altitude, and all living things seemed to be turned into charcoal. When facing ancient and powerful creatures, human beings have been fighting from the beginning to the end.
In the end, they are both small and helpless.
The few remaining soldiers of Elanthir still raised their weapons and shot at their heads. They had struggled out of the initial chaos and despair because they had seen too many deaths.
They kept pouring out their ammunition, as if they could vent their inner fears. The soldiers of the Arant Empire who were getting closer and closer to them had stopped because there were already flames rising and burning in front of them.
.
"Invulnerable!" He urged the dragon under his crotch to dive again. The dragon knight on the dragon's back pulled the dragon's reins and ignored the ants under his feet. Mortals are only mortals after all, no matter how powerful they are.
It cannot compete with the will of the Holy Demon Empire. This is God's truth and there is no doubt about it.
"Ding! Whoosh...!" A bullet rushed up from the gap between the dragon's flapping wings, grazed his breastplate and flew in front of his face, just missing his nose.
The dragon knight didn't know what had almost killed him. He subconsciously touched his nose, and then lowered his head again to see the ants at his feet, with less than a hundred people left.
The ants are still the same ants, but this time when he lowers his head, it is no longer the disdainful and mocking expression, because sweat has unknowingly appeared on the tip of his nose. Those bastards...how do they do that?
For the first time, a question arose in his mind: How did those panicked, stupid mortals at his feet manage to almost injure the dragon knight wearing the sacred armor?
The armor he wears is no ordinary armor. It can protect him from bows and arrows at a distance of tens of meters. Ordinary mortal swords and sword stabs will not cause damage to this armor.
However, at this moment, he saw the pattern on the armor, which was distorted and deformed by the impact of the bullet, leaving a long black scratch. When facing an army of tens of thousands of mortals, he was confused.
You may not see this level of damage to your armor.
"Damn!" He felt the uneasiness and annoyance transmitted to him by the giant dragon under his crotch. This was something that had never happened before in the past wars. If possible, he really wanted to land.
, take a closer look at those mortals and see what gives them such power.
"Destroy! These damn mortals must be completely destroyed!" He pulled the reins and gave a signal for the dragon to dive and continue the attack. The dragon knight put away his doubts and launched another attack.
However, this time he dived, he saw a horrifying scene. A comrade's dragon did not pull up after diving and spitting fire. Instead, it crossed two mounds and hit the ground with its head.
The dragon's strong and huge body left a long ravine on the ground, and its huge wings were twisted and broken, which looked very painful. Because the force was too great, the impact kicked up the soil, like a meteorite
The landing was just as spectacular.
As the giant dragon hit the ground, this battle seemed to have come to an unsatisfactory end. The gunshots of Alan Hill could no longer be heard on the ground, and the cries and people could no longer be heard.
Uncomfortable screams. This battle is over. Just like before, it ends with the victory of the Holy Demon Empire.
However, the dragon knight hovering in the sky could not laugh. He had never seen such powerful 500 mortals, and he had never seen such a strange battle process.
"Huh!" Huge flesh wings flapped in the sky, and several flying dragon knights landed next to the falling dragon. The dragon knights turned over and got off their dragons, holding their long swords and walking anxiously.
Arriving at the giant dragon that was still breathing heavily.
"Roar..." The giant beast lying on the ground seemed to want to express something, but the voice coming out of its ferocious mouth full of fangs lacked the slightest bit of domineering, leaving only a sound similar to a whine.
The captain who was in charge of commanding the dragon knight team stretched out his hand and pressed it on the body of the giant dragon that was still panting desperately, as if he wanted to comfort the huge reptile that was seriously injured.
Then, he saw that many scales on the belly of the giant dragon had been broken. Under those broken scales, the dragon's blood could be vaguely seen. The weapons in the hands of those mortals actually broke the dragon's scales...
Broken.
"Shrek! Shrek!" The two dragon knights found the dragon knight lying on the ground on the other side of the dragon's body. This dragon knight seemed to be injured too. His armor was a little twisted, and there was blood on his face.
I don't know if it was caused by the fall and impact just now, or whether it was caused by the battle.
"Captain...he passed out. His life is not serious, but..." Looking at the man and the dragon beside them, the mood of several dragon knights seemed to be extremely bad. It was not like they had never lost dragon knights in previous battles.
It's just the first time in a hundred years that there were casualties in the face of such a small number of enemies.
"Damn it." Holding his helmet, the man as the captain seemed to want to vent, but could not find anyone to vent to. After searching around, he could only stamp his feet and vent his dissatisfaction.
Another giant dragon fell from the sky. Ildor was riding on the dragon's back, looking down expressionlessly at the giant dragon that was struggling on the ground but unable to get up. His armored hands holding the reins tightened little by little.
Ailan Hill... It seems that it is no longer as simple as teaching a lesson. This empire has seriously threatened the dignity of the Holy Demon Empire, and this mortal country should not continue to exist!
This time, even if there are some losses, this damn mortal country must be wiped out! Their technology, their civilization, their lives, everything they care about will be wiped out!
"Okay! Don't be so gloomy! We have to re-strategize! The opponent already looks like a trouble!" Without getting off the dragon, Ildo spoke to comfort his men.
"In the next battle, we will inevitably take some risks, and we will lose some comrades, but the Holy Demon Empire is bound to win!" He clenched his fists and said bitterly.
At this moment, he was thinking about other things: Just now, in front of so many soldiers of the Arant Empire, they lost a dragon knight. If they had brought soldiers of the Arant Empire with them along the way,
If we continue this journey, it may be difficult to maintain the authority of the Holy Demon Empire along the way.
These soldiers of the Alant Empire will spread an idea to every corner of the world: humans can defeat the dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire. At least the army of Elanthir has created such a miracle.
The Holy Demon Empire cannot bear such a huge blow to its reputation. So the best way is to get rid of those people from the Arant Empire, act alone, and massacre all the people in Zhiqing! Then, silence the massacre.
Pretend to vent your anger, and everything will fall into place again.
Moreover, if you attack the city directly, you can use the advantage of dragons to fly to get past the outer defense line of Alan Hill, and you can also reduce losses as much as possible. As Arant's ground troops advance all the way, God knows there will be encounters along the way.
How many of these Ailan Hill troops are there, and it will become a joke if they lose all of them.
Besides, when mortals fight against dragons, they usually choose to act far away from the city. What they fear is that the dragon attacks the city and causes irreparable losses. Therefore, if you directly attack the city, the opponent's defense is likely to be very empty, which can achieve miraculous effects.
After thinking so much, Ildo quickly formulated a feasible tactical plan: he was going to break away from the Arantian Empire army, lead his dragon knight troops to rush forward quickly, arrive at Maritsa first, and launch an assault there.
Even if Maritsa is destroyed at all costs, the prestige of the Holy Demon Empire must be re-established, so that all mortal nations, including the Arant Empire, can take a good look at the consequences of disobeying the Holy Demon Empire!
At the other end of the battlefield, General Zorn, who was riding on a war horse, began to stutter even when he spoke. He looked at the royal relative Alant Lombak beside him, and asked tremblingly: "Just now, just now... I
,I saw……"
"Yes, I, I saw it too, I saw it..." Lombak's condition was not much better than Zorn. Even if he saw a giant dragon sweeping across an infantry square, he would not be so panicked, because at least it would still be enough.
in his common sense.
But now, everything he saw seemed to be beyond the scope of his understanding. Something seemed to be broken and fundamentally shaken in his heart.
"That, that... dragon, fell... fell?" After a long while, Zorn suppressed his emotions and continued to ask in a trembling tone.
"It fell... 500 people, and the dragon slaying was completed... Oh my god." Lombak recalled everything he had just seen, and discovered a more fatal problem: "Before they slayed the dragon,
Are they constantly at war with us?"
"..." Zorn wanted to curse. He had just seen an army. They first massacred about 5,000 elite soldiers of Arant, and then killed a dragon knight before the entire army was annihilated...
"I%@#￥*!" Unable to resist, Lombak cursed the curse words that Zorn wanted to say first. After he finished cursing, he breathed heavily, as if something had strangled his throat just now.
Looking at his appearance, Zorn finally remembered that he had been holding his breath for a while... So he opened his mouth, cursed unbridled, and began to gasp.