The three dragons occupied three directions, and for a moment, the furious magic tide mountain roared towards Farren, but to no avail.

The Lock's powerful defenses blocked all attacks, including breath, and the light curtain only rippled slightly.

This level of attack strength can't measure the upper limit of the Lost Lock's defensive strength, and some of the powerful spells of the High Ring require a lot of time to chant, and the Drow Elves don't stand there and take a beating in vain.

Any high-ring magic must overcome spell interference in order to cast a spell successfully.

Now Faranlun has gathered almost all the junior and high-level mages of the Drow Elves, as well as all the priests including the matrimonies of the major families, which in itself is a very terrifying force.

Elven magic is world-famous, and when hundreds of wizards join forces to cast spells, even ancient dragons have to stay out of the way.

Coupled with the presence of the Lost Lock, the Drow Elves can attack with impunity without caring about injury or death, and the damage done to the target will be extremely terrifying.

A huge dragon-slaying arrow burst out from the dragon hunting crossbow at the head of the city, and the target was the fierce and majestic red dragon in mid-air!

The angle of the shot was extremely tricky, and with the dragon's poor steering and agility, it was impossible for the red dragon to dodge.

However, Izawa only glanced at it slightly, and continued to bombard the huge light curtain in front of him with an oversized fireball.

The dragon-slaying arrows tore through the air and let out a sharp roar, and the drow elves watched the scene with expectant eyes, hoping that the dragon-slaying arrows would pierce through the abominable red dragon.

However, the drow elves are doomed to disappointment.

The arrows that had been enchanted with all sorts of powerful enchantments slammed into Izawa's dragon scales, causing them to bounce so easily that he didn't even shake in the slightest.

At this time, on the surface of Izawa's huge dragon body, countless sharp and scarlet metal thorns grew, as if they were equipped with a layer of hard exoskeleton, indestructible.

"Legendary Equipment!"

The sharp-eyed Drow priest exclaimed.

Izawa's eyes showed mocking ridicule, the special effect of the Armor of Thorns was there, unless he forcibly broke through the damage threshold with physical damage, otherwise, an attack like this could basically be ignored.

And his metamorphosis ability is destined not to be afraid of spell strikes, so how to deal with this red dragon now has become the most difficult problem for the Drow elves at present.

The oversized fireball emitted endless light and heat, dispersing the darkness and crashing heavily into the light curtain, the fireball exploded violently to produce an indescribable explosion, and the firestorm was accompanied by a strong shockwave that frantically slammed into the Lost Lock.

The powerful force of this eruption was already comparable to the previous Thunder Abyssal Prison, but the ripples on the light curtain were only slightly larger.

The Locks cut off basic light and heat, so the Drow Elves were able to look directly into the nearby feast of fire.

The flames raged wildly, but the light curtain was like a reef in a rapid, and eventually all the heat waves and shocks quickly dissipated.

The drow elves in the city let out a tsunami-like cheer, and then a continuous stream of attacks blasted out towards the three dragons in mid-air.

Drow archmages teamed up to cast spells, and a variety of high-ring spells were at your fingertips, such as shocks, fire blasts, force fields, rainbow orbs, and rays across the sky.

The magic aura was surging, and the tide of mana formed was like a huge wave rolling upside down.

Although dragons have great magic resistance, high-ring spells are obviously not among them, and the power is enough to shatter their dragon scales.

The two green dragons quickly shook their wings to increase the distance, but Ize was suddenly stunned at this moment, and was hit head-on by the various powerful spells that followed, and he was swallowed by the raging magic storm!

"Did you kill it?"

"Probably, even if it doesn't die, it will be seriously injured!"

"Franlen will never fall!"

"Today is its death!"

"This battle will go down in history, and the Spider God will continue to shelter Phalanlun until the next millennium."

The fighting spirit of the Drow Elves has never been stronger, and this is the first time since the war with the Dragon King of the surface that they have such a big advantage.

However, nearly a minute passed, and the red dragon was not seen falling from the magical storm, nor did he see any dragon blood spilled into the sky.

Drow's cheers turned into confusion, all speculating about the Dragon King's current situation.

Just then, Farren's alarm sounded again.

Suddenly an inexplicable army appeared in the dark waters around them, and dozens of large ships hidden in the dark barrier crossed from two directions.

When the attention of the drow elves was drawn by the dragon, the big ship had quietly approached the shore port, and all kinds of creatures came down from the ship one after another, there were many underground monster clans, drow elves, and arachnoid drow.

There is no doubt that this is the army from the free city - Orequel!

In the face of the slaughter of the city and the overlord of the Dark Regions, the ruler of Orequel finally chose the latter, becoming a subordinate of the Dragon King and managing the Dark Regions for him.

But the premise is to win this battle.

Otherwise, Orequil will be retaliated against by Franlen in the future!

Now they and the Red Dragon Legion have been completely tied together, one is prosperous, and the other is lost.

No, or even worse.

If the war is lost, the Red Dragons can at least retreat to the ground, while Orequer will eventually be destroyed.

Therefore, it is also a desperate war for Orequel, and if it is not successful, it will be a success.

The harbor was two or three hundred meters away from the walls of Farrenlon, a place where inferior races lived, worthy of only the ghosts flying on the lake.

But now the entire "rotten people" and "slums" are empty, and all the inferior races have been captured back into the city by the drow elves and used as slave soldiers to be consumed in the war.

As a result, Orequel's army drove straight down to the city, only to react to the magic trap and the alarm sounded.

"It's the freaks!"

"Damned traitors, scum, a bunch of fellows cursed by the Spider God Queen, how dare they wage war against us at this time! Want to die? ”

"They must have teamed up with that reptilian to think they would kill us? Hmph, a deformed child is a deformed child, and the spider guard is not something they can break! ”

"That being said, you have to give them a little bit of color. This happens to be an opportunity to wipe them all out, to bring a legion over, and make Farrenon the burial ground of Orequil! ”

The Drow army defending the city immediately divided into two groups and rushed to the other two walls.

The ruler of Orequel climbed a towering stone platform, surrounded by eight high-ranking wizards dressed in magical robes, holding their staffs and chanting......