She flapped her fleshy wings, preparing to give chase. The next second, Karl, who had flown back three hundred meters, vanished before her eyes without a trace.
This scene made Grand Duke Sophie narrow her eyes. She stopped her pursuit, cautiously vigilant of her surroundings, guarding against a sneak attack.
It wasn't until three minutes later that Archmage Otto slowly floated over using flight magic, his two daughters also looking up at her from the ground. Archmage Otto pretended not to notice her wary expression and cautiously asked, "Your Grace, do we need to search the city?"
Grand Duke Sophie was silent for a few seconds: "Protect the City Lord's Mansion. Those above Fifth Tier should search in groups of three."
"Yes!" Archmage Otto nodded, then quickly turned to arrange the search. Grand Duke Sophie then landed back on the ground.
Just then, a guard suddenly rushed over, prostrating himself on the ground, his voice trembling: "Reporting, Your Grace, the 'Farm' was attacked by a Black Dragon, the defenders were killed! All goods were taken away!"
Silence, a deathly silence. Muse lowered her head, her hair obscuring her eyes, not daring to look at her mother's expression. White Pheasant was uncharacteristically silent, only secretly glancing at her mother from the corner of her eye.
That night, someone brazenly broke into the Grand Duke's Mansion, killing her fifth brother and the Black Dragon Extermination Commander. Then, after the dragon's rampage, it left safely. Now, she heard that the "Farm" had been destroyed and the goods taken away.
"Crack!" The ground beneath Sophie's feet cracked, with fissures spreading out like a spiderweb from her as the center. Her sclera instantly turned pitch black, and a suffocating killing intent permeated the air. Everyone present felt as if a giant boulder was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to breathe.
A true Eighth Tier expert, just her aura alone, rendered those around her immobile. "Do not pursue. Clear the ruins, gather the remaining forces." Sophie's voice carried no emotion, her anger forcibly suppressed, waiting for an outburst. After speaking, she turned and left.
"Yes!" The Knight knelt on the ground, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Muse, you will continue to gather the army to crusade against Black Dragon Kasha," Sophie said coldly, then turned and left.
"Yes, Mother," Muse saluted her mother's retreating back, sighing in relief. The enemy's actions were akin to dancing on a grave. Mother had, after all, held back. Defeating the Black Dragon King first was the core issue.
When Sophie's figure completely disappeared from sight, White Pheasant, abandoning her usual unruliness, let out a long breath and turned to Muse: "Do you remember the last time Mother was this angry?"
Muse withdrew her gaze from the direction of the farm: "Ten years ago, I think. That time, Mother personally killed almost all the men, women, and elderly of the Snow Wolf tribe, only bringing back girls under ten years old to be kept and raised in the farm."
She paused, saying, "However, even then, Mother wasn't as angry as she is now." Muse's brows were tightly furrowed, suspecting that all of this was a meticulously planned scheme. From the mysterious assassin silently infiltrating the Grand Duke's Mansion to the dragon's rampage, it was like carefully placed chess pieces on a board. Finally, checkmate.
Over a hundred elite Snow Wolf Cavalry from the Snow Wolf Legion surged out of the gates of Vladimir City. These elite Cavalry, riding giant Snow Wolves, were undoubtedly the absolute main force on the battlefield.
However, the leading Captain's face was unusually pale. Having just received urgent news of the Grand Duke's Mansion being attacked, he had led his subordinates back from the farm to provide aid and search for the culprit. But he never expected that...
No sooner had he left than the "Farm" was raided. Even though Grand Duke Sophie had not imposed any punishment on him, he knew that this matter would be difficult to resolve well.
As the Captain's mind was in turmoil, a sudden palpitation struck him. He abruptly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply. Beneath the black sky, a giant dragon spread its wings, its black scales gleaming coldly in the night.
"Impossible!!!" The Captain roared in a low voice. How could such a large dragon appear above them silently?
"Prepare for battle!" The Captain instinctively issued the command. His battle aura erupted, attempting to resist.
Karl took a deep breath, and the black Dragon Flame once again poured down with destructive power, instantly engulfing more than half of the Snow Wolf Cavalry below. The black flames seemed to set the very air on fire. The weaker Cavalry, their battle aura instantly burned through, their bodies ignited, letting out a series of agonizing screams.
"This skill is really useful," Karl muttered, spewing Dragon Flame while observing the results. Even the Snow Wolf Knights Templar, an elite legion, suffered heavy losses in a single encounter under the coverage of a powerful, large-scale AOE skill like Dragon Flame.
The Cavalry not directly touched by the flames flashed a look of relief, but they were elites after all. Even with their Commander engulfed in Dragon Flame, they quickly reacted, brandishing their long swords. Sword energy, with the swing of their long swords, sliced through the air, attacking the giant dragon Karl.
Some Cavalry also quickly drew their longbows and shot at Karl. However, the Snow Wolves they rode were affected by the black flames, beginning to lose control, becoming restless and scattering, making the Cavalry's attacks even more difficult to coordinate.
Seeing this, Karl gently flapped his wings, ascending slightly higher. Although these Cavalry were all Tier 3 to 4 warriors, invincible when charging into battle on the field, facing a giant dragon that could fly in the sky, their strength was greatly reduced, making them naturally countered.
Originally, relying on the Snow Wolf's powerful mobility, they would retreat far away if they encountered a naturally countering enemy like Karl. But such a large dragon appeared overhead without warning, catching them completely off guard.
The consequence of forcibly engaging the enemy was that the Cavalry's powerful impact could not be brought to bear. Their battle formation would become a living target; it would be good if they could exert one-tenth of their strength.
But with their Commander also covered in black flames, they couldn't just flee. After Karl flew higher, the sword energy released by the Tier 4 warriors couldn't reach him at all, and the arrows shot at his dragon scales didn't even leave a mark. Instead, when they fell, they injured their comrades who couldn't dodge in time.
The already chaotic formation had now completely lost its order. The Dragon Flame from Karl's mouth still didn't stop, pouring down relentlessly like a divine punishment. He watched indifferently as the Knights struggled in the black flames, like burning ants on the ground.
The Knights used all their battle aura to resist the flames, but the Dragon Flame was continuous. As their strength gradually depleted, their defenses began to show slight flaws. Instantly, the black flames would engulf them, turning them into fire people.
The entire process lasted for half an hour, during which Knights constantly broke down, screamed, and were directly burned to death by the flames. The air was filled with the smell of char and despair. Over a hundred elite Knights lost their lives.
A red light suddenly flew from afar. Karl didn't hesitate at all, immediately stopped spewing Dragon Flame, turned and fled, disappearing into the night in an instant with a flap of his wings. The entire process was incredibly smooth and practiced, without any sloppiness.
Archmage Otto slowly landed, looking around. Everywhere his gaze fell, there was scorched black ground and hundreds of charred corpses scattered among it. The air was filled with a strong smell of char and blood, making him nauseous. Most of the survivors were injured, their wounds bloody and gruesome. Their eyes were hollow, their minds dazed, screaming incessantly. Even after treatment, these people would be hard-pressed to form a fighting force again.
His heart was bleeding; these were elite Cavalry! The three thousand Snow Wolf Cavalry were Oram's trump card, and now over a hundred of them were inexplicably wiped out. He looked up in the direction Karl had disappeared. Did that Black Dragon have no dignity at all? Ambushing, spitting fire, and then running away—single-handedly, it lowered the moral bottom line of the entire dragon race.
After Karl shrunk, he hid in the darkness. That Archmage was a Seventh Tier, and he had no desire to fight at all. He only needed to prevent anyone from pursuing Hill. Thus, Karl waited until dawn, seeing no more pursuers.
Karl looked at the rapidly gathering army outside the city. "It seems I'll have to go meet Black Dragon King Kasha."
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