Dragonbirds are predators of the sky and live among towering cliffs.

They resemble dragons, but their bodies are covered with bird feathers, and the long snake neck is also connected to the head of a giant eagle, and they are both fierce and powerful.

Despite this, on the rare occasion that some people can become intimate companions with these creatures, becoming dragon bird riders. Dragoon riders served in the Demacian Army, where they played the role of reconnaissance of the enemy and disrupting the enemy's line.

The drake rider in front of her was wearing a bright silver double dent, and the helmet was designed to be windproof, which was more airtight than the cavalry on the ground, making it more difficult to see her expression.

"Mage, where to go back and forth. Demacia does not welcome any spellcasters, and here is the excesses of magic forbidden. When the dragon bird was firmly established in the treetops, the knight spoke, her voice hidden in her helmet, but faintly audible as a female rider.

"Do I need to obey a law made by a mortal?"

The knight's impersonal voice caused a crackling flame to resound around Brand, who was unseen, and it became brighter, hotter, and more dangerous.

"Then choose one from exile or death!" The dragon bird rider waved his silver halberd and gave the order to personally supervise the battle: "Soldiers! Attack! Drive all magic out of our land! For Demacia! ”

"For Demacia!" They responded in unison.

More than a dozen silver knights raised their swords and slapped their breastplates, and the riders on opposite sides galloped and charged.

Jeno hid from the sidelines and watched the battle, keeping an eye on the situation.

The diagonal cavalry flanked back and forth, passing in front of and behind Brand at the same time, and two silver swords slashed into the back of its neck and chest, opening a hideous gap in its inhuman body.

If it were a normal human, the two swords would have severed the cervical vertebrae and ribs.

But the reality is that these two swords are like slashing into a furnace of hot molten iron, and there is no feedback from cutting into flesh and blood at all.

Brand's wound erupted into flames, and the fiery red liquid burned with flames, flowing out of the wound, and the ground stirred up thick white smoke, through which it was faintly visible that the fleshy wounds on Brand's body were already beginning to converge.

As soon as the first pair of cavalry staggered, the second pair of cavalry flanked in, but this time Brand responded.

It turned and stretched its hands left and right, and a surging pillar of fire erupted from its palm, engulfing the two cavalrymen in an instant.

Screams of pain rang out from the flames, and Demacia's well-made Forbidden Demon Armor saved the lives of the two of them, preventing them from melting in the terrifying heat like the warhorses beneath them.

They fell from their horses and rolled on the ground with flames, their blue cloaks burned in the moment they touched.

The silver-white armor was burned red, and there were already signs of melting, and the knight tried to take off the hot helmet with his hands, but he did not realize that his flesh was already stuck to the soldering iron, and reaching out to touch it only made his screams even more heartbreaking.

But Brand didn't have the slightest idea of stopping, and two surging pillars of fire continued to spit out on the two cavalrymen, turning the place into a crematorium with the most brutal cremation.

It is even more cruel than a beast, and the erosion of runes has caused it to lose the restraints of humanity and become a flame that is alive but hates life.

Fire is like life, greedy and hungry. It will be hungry, have a mind of its own, and, like fate, have a cruel sense of humor.

Brand has walked the Runeterra for hundreds of years—sometimes, he's a fiery meteor streaked across the firmament; Sometimes, he sank into the icy earth into a long hibernation.

But he was always seizing, seizing runes, taking lives, but never giving anything back to the world.

The drake rider could not sit idly by and watch his men be burned alive, so he threw a steel rope from a high altitude, and the noose was accurately placed on the head of the raging spirit that was wantonly arsoning, and with a single tug, it tied Brand by the neck.

Then a whistle sounded, and the silver-winged dragon bird flapped its wings and soared into the air, dragging Bland with his feet off the ground and being slammed into the sky!

But it was too late, and no one could survive in such a blazing fire.

Even though the dragoon rider's drag interrupted Brand's spell casting, the cavalry could not see their former comrades in the embers. All I saw was two charred and blackened figures, with the fiery red molten iron flowing from their bodies, casting death and steel together.

The dragonbird flew low over the canopy, and Brand was hoisted and dragged in the air, his body frequently crashing into the thick branches, scratched by the sharp leaves. Each violent impact caused a large number of sparks to burst out from the wounds of the flame spirits, which were then absorbed by the stone tree.

The dragoon rider's drag, it looks like it really hurts.

It struggled hard, but the rope around its neck got closer and closer, a tool made of forbidden magic materials, specially designed to deal with the rebellious killing mage.

But even ordinary mages would not be treated so cruelly and be killed as a drag.

Brand was furious and unleashed condensed explosive fireballs at the dragonfowl in the sky, but the drag impact made it lose its proper accuracy. The closest attack to success was just a grazing under the dragon's feet.

Although it is a flame spirit, its body is not just a flame of temperature. To some extent, it is an elemental life like the rock giant Xiaoju, whose body can be repaired, but cannot be separated.

Giving up part of the torso will not cause death, but it will cause relatively large damage.

For example, Xiao Ju was reluctant to replace the stone on her head called her head, even if it was too small to be proportional to her massive body. Because once it is replaced, it is difficult to find a stone with ivory chrysanthemum as its head, and it loves chrysanthemums very much.

The knights watched as the chief knight dragged the monster away, unable to gather the charred corpses of their companions, and pressed the pain of the moment, and rode their horses and whips to closely follow the dragon bird rider.

War matters, and only after the murderers have been ambushed will they return victoriously and bury the ashes of the heroic victims.

Seeing this, Jeno also followed fifty meters behind the cavalry squad, keeping a distance and moving the battlefield together.

In his opinion, the strategy of the dragon bird rider is very good. But he felt that these cavalrymen could only make Brand suffer a little at most, and the possibility that they could kill Brand was almost zero.

This inference is not unfounded.

But the fact that they didn't have the means to kill Brand already made Brand invincible.

Truly powerful magical creatures, the owners of rune power, do not need to fear the creation of the forbidden magic stone.