Germott's wings naturally harnessed the omnipresent magic and flowing winds in the air, soaring over the Dragon Territory.
The White Dragon had gradually embarked on the path of atavism; not only were his white scales like a layer of frost, but his size also differed greatly from ordinary White True Dragon s.
Most juvenile White True Dragon's, being among the smallest of the Five-Colored Dragon, were only about four or five meters long, and their challenge rating, if such a thing existed, would not be very high, perhaps even inferior to the powerful Fishmen Baron.
However, Gemot's current body length had reached seven meters; although still slender, that was compared to other Five-Colored Dragon of his age. In front of humans and other beasts, he was considered a large monster.
Moreover, the resurgence of his atavistic blood had enhanced the power of this White True Dragon's Frost Breath and improved his intelligence, so Germot could not be viewed in the usual light.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
The True Dragon's natural wingbeats carried air currents that were already considered strong winds to humans. The White Dragon swept over the high forest, suddenly seeing a thick plume of smoke rising from the heavy white mist over GoldSea Town, which was shrouded in fog.
That was a signal fire, made from dried feces of True Dragon's and various powerful beasts mixed with some flammable resins and wood shavings. Once lit, it would emit dense smoke with a special scent.
This thick smoke was not only difficult for ordinary winds to disperse, but the scent of True Dragon feces could also frighten away some weaker monsters and venomous insects.
But Germott knew that this signal fire was not lit to drive away the omnipresent venomous insects in the rainforest environment; there must have been monsters attacking the Dragon clanTerritory.
Germott flapped his wings and flew towards GoldSea Town where the signal fire was burning. That place was the primary source of most of the Dragon Territory's profits and an important platform for external communication and trade. As the Dragon Lord ruling this land, he had an undeniable responsibility.
Moreover, True Dragon's would not tolerate any monsters coveting their territory, just like any beast or monster with a territory.
Germott flew high above the fog-shrouded town, where the thick mist could even obscure the True Dragon's excellent vision.
He could only vaguely see countless figures moving, fighting, and killing in the mist, and the sounds that reached him were also very faint.
It seemed this thick fog could not only block vision but also weaken the transmission of sound; Germott's clear mind already understood.
Thanks to past lessons, the White Dragon did not rush to land but circled the fog-shrouded town to investigate the situation.
Germott quickly ascertained the situation: there were no signs of monsters appearing on the town's forest-facing side; only the parts of the town near the seaport and coast were experiencing fighting.
In the sea, an endless stream of monsters leapt ashore from the thick mist, stirring the fog into a rolling turmoil. His excellent vision and hearing allowed him to discover this.
"It should be monsters from the sea, I don't know if they are Naga or other Fishmen monsters, and there are spellcasters and powerful rulers among these monsters, otherwise they would never dare to attack a town of this size."
"These monsters are numerous, but they shouldn't be very powerful, otherwise this town should have been completely captured long ago."
Analysis flashed through the White True Dragon's mind, and his anger gradually swelled.
True Dragon were born as a superior race; even the weakest White Dragon possessed unparalleled arrogance. The monsters' offense against his territory caused an irrepressible destructive rage to rise within the White Dragon.
"These lowly monsters are utterly despicable; the Dragon clan will tear their bodies to shreds."
Boundless anger surged in the White Dragon's heart. He flew back into the sky, roared to the heavens, and surging magic, accompanied by the Dragon Language, echoed through the sky.
The high-pitched and uniquely penetrating Dragon Language passed through layers of mist, spreading across the four fields.
"Ahooo!"
He was transmitting this information to other True Dragon's, and incidentally, intimidating the monsters hidden in the mist. Then Germott stopped his roar.
He aimed at his target, swooped down, and his massive body crashed into the heavy mist.
"Kill them, charge!"
"Kill these humans and Centaur, their numbers are few."
"Once they are dealt with, we can freely plunder this place. All the treasures here belong to us Fishmen."
Countless Fishmen leaped out from the mist, which surged from the fierce battle, each one desperately brandishing their tridents and charging forward. A layer of blood-colored water light flowed over their bodies; that was a spell formed by the Fishmen Priestess drawing upon a trace of the Shark God Sekhura's divine power.
"Kill these ugly Fishmen monsters!"
"Damn it, you want to plunder my treasures? I'm going to kill all of you!"
"Follow me, I'm at the very front!"
The formation, with the Dragonborne Wolf as the vanguard, was slaughtering in the monster horde, fighting and retreating.
Dragonborne Wolf Sahar was originally a high-level extraordinary warrior, and himself a powerful variant. Under the radiation of Red Dragon bloodline, he became even stronger, now surpassing the strength of an ordinary juvenile True Dragon.
The Dragonborne Wolf's powerful body combined with his sharp claws was unstoppable in front of the Fishmen. Although his silver-white fur was now stained with blood, the frenzied Wolf became even more bloodthirsty, slaying Fishmen one by one with each swing of his claws.
The Centaur Warrior following behind were not to be outdone; their weapons were already soaked in blood, and their long hunting spears were wrapped in cloth to prevent slipping. Their neat and powerful thrusts carved out a limited space within the Fishmen Warrior ranks.
And the adventurers, trapped in houses by the Fishmen Warrior, were rescued by the Centaurand Wolf, joining the team. The Dwarf Warrior Kargon swung his heavy hammer.
His square muscles burst forth with powerful strength, sending the pouncing Fishmen flying. The heavy hammer striking these strong Fishmen Warrior produced sounds of bone cracking.
"Come on, you trash Fishmen! You dare to plunder Kargon's drinking money? I'm going to hammer every single one of you to death."
The mage Lazi and his adventurer team were also in the group. His left-hand staff glowed, dispelling the mist that bothered their team and illuminating the obscured vision.
With his right hand, he took out spell scrolls from his bosom. Healing power sprinkled from the spell scrolls, providing healing power to the warriors charging at the front.
There were also some beneficial spell scrolls, such as Bear's Strength, which provided warriors with strength even greater than that of beasts, and defensive spell scrolls that sprinkled power, protecting the frontmost team.
This was the Mage Lazi's means of survival; his magic control was always more subtle than that of ordinary mages, and his hands were steadier than those of ordinary mages, so he had far more spell scrolls than ordinary mages.
Other trapped adventurers also joined this gradually growing team. No one could tolerate their wealth being plundered without cause, especially since these town residents were adventurerswilling to risk their lives for wealth.
The warriors and private soldiers of the nobles and merchant groups also joined the battle. They had always been the ones to plunder others' wealth, and they could not tolerate others plundering theirs.
Led by the Dragonkin, they counterattacked the invading monsters, their battle cries deafening. Every warrior wielded their weapon, fighting valiantly in a bloodbath.
Assassins moved eerily through the crowd, each appearance reaping a monster's life. Priests also sprinkled healing and blessings.
Mages, meanwhile, were surrounded at the very back, providing spell support and magical strikes.
But there were simply too many monsters; it seemed an endless stream of monsters poured from the thick, barely dispersible mist. Fishmen fell continuously, and these human warriors and True Dragon's kin were also inadvertently struck down by the charging monsters and dragged into the mist.
They could only resist while retreating.
A spell was cast from the Fishmen Priestess's coral staff; the blood-colored water light on the Fishmen Warrior was a Blood Frenzy.
This spell stimulated the Fishmen Warrior's craving for blood, enhancing their strength and dulling their pain.
Another Fishmen Priestess swung her coral staff, casting spells. Guided by a faint trace of the Shark God's divine power, magical elements in the air and seawater sprinkled like light spots among the Fishmen Warrior.
This was a group blessing spell, capable of enhancing the Fishmen Warrior's morale and defense.
Still other Fishmen Priestess aimed their coral staffs at the Fishmen Warrior charging at the forefront. The staffs drew power, and streams of healing magic enveloped those powerful two-armed Fishmen Warrior; this was a Group Healing Mantra.
There were also energy tridents formed by surging magical power, taking shape in mid-air under the guidance of the Fishmen Priestess's staff, then falling like rain, striking the monsters and humans battling the Fishmen Warrior.
Occasionally, tracer fire spells would fall, dazzling the eyes of humans and True Dragon's kin, and occasionally falling human Hold Person spells could also control some unsuspecting human warriors.
And the Fishmen Baron, who ruled all the Fishmen, hid behind the Fishmen ranks, commanding them to charge relentlessly.
These Fishmen Warrior clung tightly to the retreating resistance, seemingly tireless and fearless of death.
Roar!
At this moment, the True Dragon's angry roar came, and Germot descended from the sky, crashing to the earth.
"Oh, the True Dragon is here! Our reinforcements have arrived!"
The crowd still battling the monsters erupted in shouts. Their spirits immediately lifted, momentarily suppressing the Fishmen's attack.
The White Dragon's enormous body landed, instantly trampling several charging Fishmen Warrior to death. The True Dragon's might emanating from him spread, causing these fierce Fishmen to momentarily freeze.
Germot opened his huge mouth, his maw full of stark white fangs, biting a Fishmen in half and throwing him to the ground. Then he roared furiously,
"You damned monsters, how dare you attack the Dragon clan Territory? Are you not afraid of the Dragon clan's wrath destroying you?"
"True Dragon?"
A green gleam of eyes lit up in the depths of the thick mist. The Fishmen Baron stepped forward a few paces, looking at the White Dragon who had fallen to the earth.
"It's just a White True Dragon, and only a juvenile True Dragon," the Fishmen Baron said with disdain on his face. His powerful strength did not fear a juvenile True Dragon, and he brandished sharp enchanted weapons with his four arms.
"Continue the attack! Capture this White Dragon. I, too, want to have a White Dragon as a pet, just like those Ice Giants."
"Attack! Catch this White True Dragon as a pet!"
"Taste the flavor of dragon blood!"
The Fishmen Priestess swung her coral staff, casting a spell, drawing down a trace of divine power, intending to suppress the White True Dragon.
And the two-armed Fishmen Warrior interspersed among the ordinary Fishmen actively attacked the White True Dragon with their sharp weapons.
Hiss!
Germott stepped back, joining the Dragonborne and adventurers. As he retreated, he took a deep breath, and a faint chill emanated from his frost-white scales. His chest and abdomen swelled, his massive mouth opened,
Boom! A Frost Breath roared out from the White Dragon's mouth, freezing the charging Fishmen Warrior. Although protected by spells guided by the Fishmen Priestess, the ordinary Fishmen were still harmed by the White True Dragon's breath. The moisture on their bodies condensed into frost from the cold breath, and their tridents became chillingly cold, freezing to the flesh of their hands.
The seawater soaking the ground froze into a thin layer of ice, causing many Fishmen to lose their momentum and fall directly.
They suffered from cold frostbite, their hands and feet grew cold, and their limbs became clumsy. Some weaker Fishmen were even temporarily frozen in place.
Germott seized the opportunity to charge into the monster horde. His sharp True Dragon claws easily slew the Fishmen, and his Dragon head bit and tore, his long fangs crushing the Fishmen, leaving his mouth full of blood and shredded flesh.
"Seize this chance and charge! Kill these monsters!" Seeing the opportunity, the Dragonborne Wolf followed the White True Dragon's lead, pouncing forward, brandishing his wolf claws.
The warriors behind also counterattacked, following the Wolf, but those Fishmen did not fear the juvenile White True Dragon, humans, or other monsters. Under the priests' spells, they all rushed forward, filling the gaps left by the Fishmen struck by the True Dragon breath earlier.
The powerful Fishmen Baron also brandished his weapons, his strong body stepping forward. The Fishmen Priestess swung her coral staff, casting spells to give him power buffs and protection.
Whoosh!
This powerful Fishmen Baron ran with the surging ranks of Fishmen Warrior, shooting his trident at the massive body of the white True Dragon.
Meanwhile, the juvenile True Dragon in the distant Dragon Nest Mountains also saw the curling smoke of the signal fire in the distance, as well as Germot'ts message delivered through Dragon Language magic.
They all stood up. Female Red Dragon Klenaya also leaped out of Kalon's lava lake and came before Kalon.
"What should we do, Kalon?" Many juvenile True Dragon looked at the Red Dragon. From Germot's message, they all knew that the monsters were from the sea, but they didn't know how powerful they were.
After previous lessons, these True Dragon were not as impulsive. They feared being targeted again. Even with the True Dragon's innate arrogance, they had to admit that juvenile True Dragon were not strong enough to stand at the top of the world.
If these invading monsters could pose a danger to these juvenile True Dragon's, they could even abandon GoldSea Town. After all, they were selfish and self-serving Five-Colored Dragon; even under Kalon's influence, they only cared about there dragon clan.
The Red Dragon exhaled a puff of scorching embers from his nostrils. He also stood up. "This is our Dragon clan territory is inviolable. These monsters from the sea will not be stronger than True Dragon once they come ashore."
Kalon had a clear assessment and comparison of his own strength. He was much stronger than an ordinary juvenile Red Dragon; even the Naga in the deep sea, he did not fear with his current power.
Kalon spread his wings, which spanned over twenty meters. He said in a deep voice, "You all observe the situation from behind, intercepting enemies or providing support. I will let the Dragon clan's wrath destroy the lives of these enemies."
Rumble! The Red Dragon's powerful and broad wings flapped, stirring up howling winds. The high winds and magic in the air lay dormant beneath his wings, and misty heat evaporated from his scales. In this instant, the Red Dragon's speed reached its peak. A red fiery light shot into the sky, breaking through the air's resistance and riding the strong winds. A sharp whistling sound echoed in the high heavens.
Behind him, True Dragon's of various colors slowly ascended into the sky, rising up.