Strong winds were blowing from the fields to the south, sharp as blades.

Bonfires were lit in the Blackwing camp, the flames dragged against the wind, dyeing the entire field red, and the lizardmen stayed in their sentry posts with crossbows, vigilantly watching the wind and grass in all directions, artillery and ballista were already in place, and tanks were on standby.

Garon was accompanied by a wyvern on a low slope, where the trained orc soldiers had quietly made way for the prince to ascend to the lookout point, which was the highest point of the camp in the endless wilderness.

From above, the surrounding area of Blackwing's camp seemed to be covered with dense ants, and as these ants crawled, the entire ground wriggled and undulated.

"So many people." Blackthea exclaimed softly.

A simple estimate shows that the tribes participating in this war are probably more than all the previous expeditions of the empire combined, but the field is unusually quiet, and these natives silently carry out some kind of order, and converge towards the Black Wing camp.

"It was really unexpected." Garon whispered, "But the natives are holding those primitive weapons, and it may not be enough to defeat us with such a siege attack. ”

"What about their blood curse? How are you going to cope. Blackthea asked.

"Normal coping."

"How?"

"The army of the Empire is the first in Eladia in terms of combat ability, do you think Ortorenzo's clan will have no experience in dealing with supernatural forces? If on another continent, they are supernatural forces in their own right. Garon explained.

"Then we'll see what these natives are going to do." After speaking, the she-dragon raised her slender neck.

The natives stopped seven or eight hundred paces away from the Blackwing Sentry, a series of fires lit in the Villesteh tribe, and the natives with stone spears could be faintly seen shouting loudly and loudly, and then, in groups of ten, slowly pushed out a series of crudely made catapults.

Next, some people in the tribe cursed with blood, and the fire immediately rose into the sky, forcing back the winter cold, and the grassland was bright, and they slowly pulled down the long arm of the catapult, and the other end of the long arm was a raging fireball burning with blood, after a muffled sound one after another, there were many throwing trains around the camp at the same time, only for a moment, the fire broke through the sky, and dozens of hundreds of fire balls cut through the dark night and fell into the middle of the black wing camp.

"Blackthea." Garon said in a deep voice.

One of the fires was facing the low slope, and the fire was encased in black material, like a huge meteor falling from the sky, and a scorching heat wave rushed towards the face.

As soon as Garon finished speaking, the mother dragon let out a dull roar, and her limbs tightened and flicked her tail upward, the tip of her tail and the fire ball, and a ball of fire collapsed under the volley, and the burning fragments scattered in the explosion, as if a rain of fire had fallen.

The female dragon twisted her neck and shook the ashes on her body: "It's really useless, it's not that you want me to protect you." ”

Blackthea's physique has always been better than Garon, and in Veloster, who can't cast talents and spells, the gap in physical fitness between the two sides is vividly highlighted, and if there is a fight here, it is estimated that two Galleons are Blackthea's opponents.

If the flames were wrapped in hard rolling stones, even the body of a giant dragon would probably feel pain, and now Garon could see that inside the burning broken fire was a black substance in the form of oil sludge, emitting billowing black smoke, and there was a faint smell of blood and an indescribable peculiar smell in the smoke. In addition to the flames, the fireballs also bring smoke that obscures the space.

"If this continues, our long-range troops will not be able to target." Commander Ottomo said.

"You don't need to aim, just let them attack." "Inform the artillery arrays and tank groups to carry out indiscriminate attacks on areas where indigenous people were previously found, blasting out all the ammunition," Gallon said. ”

The throwing trains were still being fired, but the Black Wing's counterattack had already begun, the artillery group started a barrage strike that was far more ferocious than the opponent, and the tank group also rumbled after a round of bombardment, waiting for the curtain call of the artillery strike, ready to crush the frontal battlefield under the cover of the dog demons and orcs.

When Ottomo went down, Garon looked through the smoke at the Blackwing camp in the distance, and rubbed his head against Blackthea's neck: "Actually, I don't know the bottom of my heart. ”

With no one around, Garon's previous majestic and confident expression was gone, and he rubbed Blackthea's ear and whispered, "We know too little about the so-called Golden City, on the contrary, through coastal warfare, our opponents already know our strength. In this case, their decision-makers still decide to go to war and surround us, do you say that they are desperate to live or die, or are they ready to strike a fatal blow? ”

"Looks like you've thought about this before." Blackxia turned her head to look at him in surprise, and waited until Garon nodded, "Then you are still urging the troops to advance and not digest and consolidate your own dominions?" ”

"What can I do?" Garon explained in a low voice: "Ortorenso is urging urgently, I want the 'dead iron' material, I have checked, that thing is a sacrificial material, there are very few along the coast, most of them appear in the middle continent, and are controlled by the Golden City and some large tribes. ”

"Oh, so you can't wait to attack inland." Blackxia snorted and smiled: "He himself was the emperor of Eladia, sleeping with the female dragon in his arms, and we stayed in this ghost place where we couldn't even use magic to suffer, you idiot, now even my life will be sold to Caesar." ”

Garon stared at the battlefield that was already gradually boiling, his almond-shaped vertical eyes dancing with fire, breathing the whistling wind mixed with thick smoke, and was silent for a while, before he whispered as if he was a little unconfident: "I said before that Ortorenzo is good to us, and I always have to do something for him." ”

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Blackthea suddenly slapped him on the head: "Okay, stupid pig, take out some of the momentum you had before." Look at your unproductive appearance, when we first met Sylvia, we didn't see what happened to you. ”

"I was scared silly." Garon smiled: "At that time, my mind was blank, and I was stupid to run with Ortorenzo, didn't you run with it." ”

Blackthea raised her head, the whole camp was filled with smoke, and everything around her was in flames: "It's spectacular, my teeth are already itching." ”

"So that these ignorant natives can see that even if they don't have talent and magic, dragons are still dragons." Garon nodded: "Let's go!" ”

"I don't have the heart to care for you later." Blackthea retracted her wings and swooped forward, "Remember what you said, don't die here." ”