The sound of the fierce wind whistled in his ears, and Garon Nephthicius pressed his body against the ground, sneaking forward in a snake-like fashion, and when his talent and magic lost their effectiveness, the dragon's physical potential at the top of the food chain burst out, and his body adapted to the environment, and in just two years, Garon's body was much more flexible and powerful than before.

Arrows and flames were being fired more and more, and enemy reinforcements were approaching the camp, with bows and spears, but Garon could hear their commander shouting in panic and attacking. Garon licked his lips, his heart pounding like a drum, pumping magma-like blood into his limbs, burning more and more in his chest.

In front of the clan, he is a majestic and quiet wise officer, but only when galloping on the battlefield will he show the real Garon Nephthicius, in the final analysis, he is a five-colored dragon, a dragon mixed with the blood of a powerful red dragon, hidden under all kinds of disguises, is a cruel and bloodthirsty heart, he likes to watch the enemy wail and bleed, and then die in pain, only in this way can the desire for destruction in his heart be slightly relieved.

What dragon wouldn't want to show off his might and enslave living beings with his fangs and claws? But Garon had always done so, because he had been living in the shadow of the Black Emperor, and his brother was the famous Caesar Targaryen, and everything he did was nothing compared to it.

The desire continued to be suppressed until this mission, which was simply a gift from the gods, and his brother gave him the order to conquer Vylloste, and he could both repay his brother's trust and indulge himself.

Running forward again was the wall of fire, the black dragon was a good swimmer, but there was no immunity from flames, but Garon couldn't manage so much, he suddenly stood up, his shoulder blades and leg bones moved back and forth, turning stealth into running, tightening his waist and abdomen the moment he reached the flame pile, and leaping over.

Before the natives could turn their bows and spearheads, a lightning attack swept in, and the chains wrapped around the train bubbled and corroded like barbecue butter, emitting a pungent smell, and then collapsed, and the drawbridge lost its pull, and the upper half of it collapsed, and suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

There is no talent and no magic, but the strong acid in the black dragon's saliva is innate, and Garon knows how to use it when he is born, of course, this is the only thing he relies on at present.

"Stop it!" The native leader stood in the crowd and shouted hoarsely, the Vilostan language so harsh to Garon's ears.

Garon turned around and took a deep breath, a precursor to the dragon's breath, but he couldn't cast it, just trying to splash the acid farther away. Although it requires a lot of physical effort and is not very accurate, in Veloster, such acid alone is quite dangerous.

The natives at the front of the front screamed miserably and fell down in a row, if they were hit by arrows and artillery, it was okay to kill them instantly, a black dragon with a body size of eighteen meters splashed acid enough to erode through the flesh, and those who were hit by it wailed for their lives, and those who were a little decisive tore off their armor and skin together, or ruthlessly chopped off with a knife.

Seeing this situation, the indigenous leader stood up anyway, and threw three more trains, and if they destroyed the other two, their attack point would be considered dumb, not to mention that they could not fulfill the order of the Golden City, and if they were single-handedly captured the position, their tribe would be ridiculed and squeezed to death.

Garon turned his head to look at the throwing train, but the stone spears thrown from the sky were not negligible, and finally a powerful javelin was fixed on his left shoulder, and the impact forced the black dragon to retreat, and blood splattered outward.

"It's just a beast." The leader shouted, and the morale was boosted, and the natives moved forward.

Although I couldn't understand what the other party said, I didn't expect it to be a good word, Garon gritted his teeth, how could I be stopped by these powerless natives!

The sight of Ortorenzo burning down the city walls by himself flashed through his mind, and Garon jumped into the air and flashed a batch of javelins, completely giving up adjusting his body, his head swooping down, his mouth open, and acid.

Syllable!

The chain broke, the throwing arm of the throwing train fell with a clatter, and the target was erased, Garon smashed to the ground, rolled around, and ate two arrows to the next fire-throwing position.

The leader's brain was blank, watching the other party quickly run away and disappear, and finally remembered what the black dragon was going to do next for a long time, "Inform the other tribes!" ”

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"Are you sure?"

Caesar shrunk and nestled in a large iron chair, and Hogg was reporting to him the report of Vylloster's battle.

"Yes, the battle report came from the transit department of the windless belt, and we confirmed that the situation was correct." Hogg said.

"How so?" Caesar questioned: "Judging from the previous battle reports, with the combat ability of the Iron Legion and the Blackwing Clan, as long as the commander does not command indiscriminately, they will not be defeated by the Veloster natives, and judging from the previous battle reports, Garon is undoubtedly a qualified commander." ”

"I can't believe it." Hogg stood by the brazier and said, "However, the natives of Villeste used supernatural powers, and the local ruler, the Golden City, sent a special force called the Hunters, which was written in the war report that it was like a sharp blade cutting cheese through steel and minions, piercing through Prince Garon's army. ”

"Don't be analogy." Caesar knocked on the table dissatisfied, "I listen to the detailed battle report. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hogg cleared his throat and said: "On the 13th day of five years and two months after the announcement of the ocean conquest plan, our main army was ambushed in the Sean field, and after a short military judgment, Prince Garon resolutely decided to counterattack on the spot, and at first we did have an overwhelming advantage, but when the opponent's hunter troops and the 'Divine Guard' appeared, the tide of battle was reversed, and the main force suffered heavy losses. After this, Prince Garon made a quick decision, abandoning the already encircled Lizardmen Legion and the Wyvern Legion, covering the retreat of the Iron Army. ”

"It was only then that the main force discovered that the rear stronghold of Mien had long since been captured, and they were once again encircled, and after five hours of fighting, five legions, including dog demons and orcs, were routed, and about 32,000 people were killed or captured. The Legion of Conquest lost more than half of its losses, but Her Highness Blackthea eventually regained the stronghold of Main, and the Legion was broken but still able to fight. ”

Hogg paused for a moment before he said, "However, the current dilemma is that His Highness Garon's whereabouts are currently unknown, His Highness Blackthea is unable to support it alone, and we are already on the defensive. In addition, in the area we have occupied to the east of Min'n, those tribes who have surrendered have somehow learned of the defeat of our front, and gradually begin to stir up, and there is a possibility of rebellion. So, the Legion of Conquest has officially appealed to the Empire for help. ”

"Gareon ......"

Caesar pondered for a while, then turned his head to the empty space of the royal court and asked, "What do you guess is the so-called 'divine guard'?" Also, what kind of place is Veloster? ”