With the blessing of the Rune Battle Armor, the Blonde Warrior's attributes surged, but he still couldn't keep up with Garros's speed. Seeing it pounce toward the White-robed Priest, the Blonde Warrior's eyes widened.
—She was the object of the Blonde Warrior's affection.
Although his previous confession had been heartlessly rejected, the admiration in the Blonde Warrior's heart had not disappeared.
"Cowardly Dragonkin, are you afraid of my blade?"
"I'm going to skin you and pull out your bones to make a specimen for my showroom!"
In a moment of desperation, a clever idea struck the Blonde Warrior, and he shouted at the young dragon.
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Dragonkin, especially Evil Dragons, are exceptionally arrogant and conceited. Moreover, they have a violent temper and cannot stand provocation; direct insults and belittlement are the best ways to draw aggro.
However.
Garros acted as if he hadn't heard anything, completely ignoring the Blonde Warrior's provocation.
Trailing a gust of wind behind him, he reached the White-robed Priest in an instant.
There are many types of priests. Some wear armor and carry flails or warhammers, being tall, burly, and even more ferocious in battle than warriors. Others are like the one before him—unskilled in close combat, with a repertoire of auxiliary skills like buffing or healing companions.
Facing Garros's pounce.
The White-robed Priest retreated in a panic and tripped over a stone.
Smite!
She opened her palm, aimed it at Garros, raised and then lowered it, casting the only offensive skill she had mastered.
Boom! A pure white, Holy Light, like lightning, struck down onto Garros's back, causing dense cracks to explode across his hard dragon scales. The Holy Light seeped inward along the cracks, bringing a searing, intense pain.
The burning pain was not because of high temperature.
Garros was basically immune to ordinary fire damage; this sensation was because the Smite skill possessed a holy attribute, dealing extra damage to the 'evil' Garros.
"Hiss, so painful! Did this skill judge me as being in the evil alignment?"
"Do skills these days even come with prejudice and discrimination? I, Garros, am not an Evil Dragon!"
Garros felt annoyed, and his guillotine-like dragon wings swept past.
Under the moonlight, a head filled with shock and fear soared into the sky.
"Ah! Hedi!"
The Blonde Warrior roared, "Damned Evil Dragon, I'm going to kill you!"
He gripped his slab-like greatsword and charged toward Garros with large strides.
At this moment, only one dragon and two people remained on the field.
Garros, who dominated the entire field with the power of a single dragon; the Blonde Warrior, whose anger made his hair almost stand on end; and the Necromancer, standing in the shadow of a Hemlock tree.
As for the female Rogue.
This person was the most clever; she had slipped away the moment she sensed danger. Samantha, unwilling to let the little thief who attacked her escape, chased after her.
"It's the Necromancer's turn."
Garros ignored the Blonde Warrior and turned his head, his gaze locking onto the Necromancer.
The Necromancer's heart went cold, and he grew nervous. But when he caught a glimpse of the two corpses out of the corner of his eye, his heart steadied slightly.
When there are corpses around, especially those of Transcendents...
...a Necromancer can unleash skills more powerful than usual.
"I'll be the one to turn the tide."
He thought to himself as he pointed a finger toward the priest's corpse lying on the ground.
Corpse Explosion!
Boom!
The priest's corpse suddenly exploded, leaving nothing behind. All the flesh and blood essence formed a swift mist laden with Blood Poison, enveloping Garros.
Life Extraction!
Boom! The Caster's corpse further away also exploded, forming a line of blood that landed on the Blonde Warrior. It caused his body to swell immediately, veins bulging on his face, and the muscles under his skin rose high as if stuffed with pitch and oil. His entire being received a massive enhancement.
"Captain, now's the chance!"
"You've been buffed! Kill this Evil Dragon!"
The Necromancer shouted.
Under the cold moonlight, the Blonde Warrior's eyes were dull. He stiffly turned his neck to look at the Necromancer.
The White-robed Priest Hedi—the one he adored.
The Caster Haven—his blood brother.
As for the Necromancer before him, he wasn't actually very familiar with him. They had only done a few missions together and he seemed competent, so he was recruited temporarily for this wilderness exploration.
"Why are you looking at me? Don't just stand there, go! Hedi and Haven are with you!"
The Necromancer, not understanding the situation, urged him.
In his view, making rational use of a companion's corpse was the greatest respect for them, but the Blonde Warrior did not think so.
"You bastard! I'll kill you first!"
The Blonde Warrior turned around with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets and charged toward the Necromancer to kill him.
"It's over!"
The Necromancer was shocked: "The Captain has been cursed by the Evil Dragon and is out of his mind!"
He waved his hand, and the priest's head ignited with ghost fire. The flesh split and burned into a skull, which flew into the air to intercept the 'delirious' Blonde Warrior. This only made the Blonde Warrior more furious and frantic.
"I'll kill you!"
He smashed the skull with one swing of his sword. Ignoring several clumps of ghost fire that hit him, he rushed in front of the Necromancer and slashed down.
The Necromancer failed to dodge, and his body was split in two diagonally.
"Aaaargh!" The Blonde Warrior roared and swung his sword again, severing the Necromancer's head.
On the other side.
Garros's wings were burning with fire, having long since dispersed the blood mist. However, he didn't strike; he watched the scene before him with curiosity and surprise.
The opponent's sudden infighting was beyond his expectations, adding a touch of drama to this intense battle.
However, it did save him some effort.
"Evil Dragon!"
Having killed the Necromancer, the Blonde Warrior turned his gaze toward Garros and charged over.
"Die!"
He leaped up and raised his greatsword, performing a reckless desperate slash toward Garros's head.
The warrior's sword would never fall.
Garros turned suddenly, his tail sweeping across. He smashed both the man and the sword into a rock wall twenty meters away. Amidst the flying debris, the body wedged in the rock crevice was twisted into a grotesque posture, its life force already gone.
The battle was over, and the surroundings became silent.
The Red-Iron Young Dragon paced slowly, his gaze scanning the area.
When he looked at a certain spot, Garros suddenly opened his mouth and spat out Flame Dragon Breath, engulfing the Necromancer's remains. Screams echoed from within the burning flames, finally dissipating as the corpse was completely reduced to ashes.
"He really wasn't completely dead yet."
Garros thought to himself.
He wasn't actually sure about the Necromancer's specific situation. He just felt that practitioners of professions that deal with death should have more life-preserving means. So, with the mindset that it's better to kill by mistake than to let them go, he used his Dragon Breath to attack the corpse, not expecting to have guessed correctly.
"As expected, adventurers cannot be underestimated."
"So cunning and treacherous. If I had let him live and escape, it would definitely bring me great trouble later on."
Garros thought to himself.
To prevent the Blonde Warrior from having been acting or having resurrection or life-preserving means, he spat out Dragon Breath again, turning the corpse in the rock crevice into charcoal.
The surging flames illuminated the night.
It also marked the end of this battle.
Not long after, Samantha flew back, clutching a figure who wasn't struggling, as if they had already accepted their fate.
Thud!
Tossing the female Rogue in front of Garros, Samantha said excitedly, "My dear brother, I want this person as my slave! I caught her, she's my trophy!"
Garros shook his head.
"You're wrong. If it weren't for my appearance, you would have been captured alive by these people, or directly skinned and deboned, dying a miserable death—let alone catching this human."
He said.
Looking at Garros's blood-stained scales and strong physique, Samantha felt these words made a lot of sense and did not argue.
"So how do you want to deal with her?"
Samantha asked.
"Just kill her directly; there's no need to keep her."
Garros said calmly.
Rogues are alert and cunning, specializing in sneak attacks and escapes. He didn't believe this Rogue could offer loyalty, nor could he guarantee he could keep an eye on her. He had no time to match wits with her; if she escaped, she might even bring more people to hunt him.
Killing her directly would end it once and for all.
"Wait, wait!"
"Noble dragon, I hope to exchange my life for all my treasures and this map related to a Legendary Alchemical Item!"
The Rogue hurriedly took off all her treasures and equipment, then took out a map from her bosom and presented it to Garros.