The black ash from the burning drifted in the steaming heat, accompanied by a thick bloody gas, and Catus gasped violently with his broadsword.

This was not the first time that the army had clashed with the black dragon, but he had not imagined that his own resistance would be torn apart so quickly.

They're about to lose.

Catus didn't expect that the black dragon would become so terrifying without the balance of the caster and the siege crossbow, and the incomparable strength and terrifying speed of the swift rabbit made the proud and strong Kaki helpless, without any way to check and balance.

The dragon didn't use magic, but it still made it difficult for them to move.

If it's just strong and fast, the problem is that this black dragon's defense is so amazing, Catus is extremely sure that this guy's scales are harder than last time, definitely!

Now ordinary swords can't cut through its armor at all, and only enchanted weapons with armor-piercing attributes can barely try it.

It's too hard.

In this way, defeat is only a matter of time, and they will not be able to deal a substantial and heavy blow to the target.

Most recently, the black dragon had almost rushed into his face, making Catus think that he would be torn apart like Archmage Anthony, but fortunately, the soldiers who were not afraid of death did everything in their power to help him block a sweep, and the temporary commander was able to survive by rolling over a tactic despite the description.

Just as he was about to praise the soldier who had saved him, he saw the soldier, along with his armor, pinched into the cracked and sunken ground, his armor like a crumpled piece of parchment, his intestines pouring out of the cracks in the shiny metal, and the steaming blood forming a small puddle under the soldier.

The scorching flames burned the eyes, screams and roars were everywhere, and everyone brandished their weapons and slashed wildly, even Catus didn't know if their target was a black dragon or an orc.

Just when he was about to despair, reinforcements arrived.

It's not that the reinforcements are coming slowly, it's that the Black Dragon side is moving too fast, and Roy realized that something was wrong when he saw the dragon flame at the first sight, and immediately ordered the reserve force to support.

In fact, it didn't take more than seven minutes from Roy's order to the time reinforcements arrived.

Truth be told, the speed at which they support is already quite fast.

But these seven minutes were like years for Catus, and in this short period of time, the black dragon launched a total of no less than ten attacks, causing their number to plummeting to less than two hundred.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone in this army had made an oath of allegiance to Brando, an ordinary army would have lost their armor and fled in the face of such losses.

Finally, the mercenaries of adventurers with different types of armor and different weapons swarmed in, and the addition of living forces restored the balance of the originally one-sided war.

Scan analysis results: carbon-based life

Comprehensive combat capability test: 60~70

This is the value of this rabble, and it is interesting to say that the ability test of these people is even higher than that of Roy's guards, and there are even strong men with a value of more than 100, which is already comparable to those high-ranking knights in the army.

But I can also be relieved when I think about it, in the description of Roy's scattered news, it is estimated that he is a young man or even an adult black dragon in the wilderness, and the meaning of adventurers is to take risks rather than send them to death, there are really no two brushes, who dares to come to this troubled water and be slaughtered by the dragon?

When it comes to war, this loose sand is certainly not as good as a uniform and forbidden army, but when it comes to fighting monsters, they are well-deserved experts, experienced, and equally skilled in dealing with dragons, and all kinds of little tricks are endless.

For example, throwing stickybomb sacs with a pungent smell that make dragons sneeze and stop, such as building explosive traps that cause paralysis and dizziness, or using the precision use of dragon hunting nets to limit the black dragon's movements.

Although these guys could not inflict substantial damage on the black dragon, they annoyed Caesar and greatly slowed down the pace of his attack.

What's even more infuriating is that this group of guys who are greedy for life and afraid of death, all of them are smeared with oil, slippery, and not as brave and strong as the army, and they are not easy to kill at all.

At the same time, the mercenary attacks have also made the Stone Crow clan difficult, and even though the women of the tribe have gone into battle with weapons, the orcs still have to face twice their own heavily armed enemies.

In the end, Caesar simply ignored these flies that were scurrying around with grappling hooks but did not dare to get close, suppressed the anger rising in his heart, and decided to concentrate on the goal first, and deal with the elite troops who could really pose a threat to him.

……

And on the top of the hill less than two hundred meters away, a group of gnolls hid behind a towering rock complex, baring half of their heads, watching the melee.

"Grand Chief, are we really going to enter the battlefield?"

A few slightly stronger than ordinary gnolls hesitated, trembling, and cautiously asked the leader of the leader, who was as strong as a hill.

Don't look at these guys as cruel and violent, but they are naturally afraid of fire and have a certain degree of fear of burning flames.

And in the battlefield below, the dragon flames danced wildly and the flames were raging, looking at this appearance, the fire had a tendency to spread further, which made the gnoll tribe can't help but show their fear.

"The cowardly deserve only food." The leader, Hogg, turned his head and squinted at the tribes behind him, his sharp gaze slashing across their faces like knives.

The ecology of the Gnoll clan is completely different from that of the orc clan, and the tribe believes in the absolute creed of the jungle, and each leader has the blood of his own clan on his hands, relying on force and power to ascend to power.

The more brutal the means, the more convincing the other gnalls will be.

Hogg rested his bent fluffy hind legs on the stone, sniffing the scorching smell of the reef in the air, he was much stronger than the average gnoll, and could even overcome his natural psychological fear: "We must join the fight, but not now." ”

The big leader looked at the battlefield below and blinked, and said to himself: "Which is more lovely, the honey wine at the right time or the water when you are thirsty?" ”

The gnolls looked at each other, and since the Great Leader began to flip through the books of the humans, he had become out of control, and he became more and more fond of saying "human" words that the gnolls could not understand.

"Your Majesty is too fond of the orcs."

Hogg continued, turning his gaze to the roaring and bloody orcs below: "No matter what happens to us, I am afraid that our status in the future will not be higher than these stupid pigs, and the gnolls who take refuge in the future will always be weaker to them." ”

As he spoke, Hogg, whose mane was as tall as a steel needle, grinned, his saliva was sticky and drawn, and his eyes were full of cruelty: "These humans can't hurt Your Majesty, but killing these orcs must be done, so let's slow down and wait for all these guys to die." ”

After waiting for a while, the situation of the battle in the field changed in due course, and the black dragon simply gave up the pestering adventurers and turned to attack the regular army with all his might.

Seeing this, Hogg sharpened the blade of his axe against the rock, bursting into tiny sparks, and changed his mind: "It's our turn." ”

He was worried that if they continued to be delayed, their status in His Majesty's heart would be counterproductive.

Filthy gnolls join the fray.