A dragon flew over Miss Loria's head. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At a cursive glance, she could see the dragon's appearance—unlike the bloated dragons of Azeroth, which grew to tens or a hundred meters long, this one was about the length of seven Annies (a little over nine meters, candles, silence).

Although only the size of some young dragons in Azeroth, its muscular form seemed to be full of power—deep down, she probably thought of the dragon as a strange-looking intelligent creature, and the dragon that had just flown over gave her the impression that the other party was an extremely dangerous beast.

The dragon began to hover over the snowy city, constantly hissing sharply, as if announcing its arrival to humans.

The silence of the night was shattered, the city guards sounded the alarm, and the residents who had been asleep not long ago poured out of their houses with fearful and confused expressions—many of them howled in horror at the sight of the dragon hovering overhead.

Not every warrior, even the martial Nords, was happy to accept Songard's call – especially in cities where living conditions were clearly superior.

Following instinct, the crowd began to huddle, which seemed to arouse the dragon's interest. It began to swoop towards the crowd, grabbing a man aimlessly with its thick hind limbs and dragging it into the air, then throwing it high.

The wails of the fallen are turned into nourishment, and the flower called fear blooms in an instant.

People began to push each other and rush towards the gates like mad - a few, anticipating some terrible consequences, hurried to the nearby buildings and closed the gates.

With its towering walls and only zigzag entrance, the city of Snowman, once a guardian of danger and calamity, has become the dragon's best accomplice.

Every stream of people converged towards the only gate in the south of the city, and the dragon followed the crowd, driving the humans like a flock of sheep.

Only a few people have been killed by dragons, and countless others have died from stampedes.

The scattered city defenders finally organized some resistance, and they climbed the city wall from the staircase guarded in the distance, and then dragged all kinds of equipment around the south gate.

The archers began to shoot at the dragons in the sky, but either the range was not enough and the arrows fell far away; Or it was cleverly dodged by the dragon by climbing up.

The crowd stormed the gates, the casualties continued to grow, and just as Pavlov arrived from his castle, the crossbow machine dragged from elsewhere was finally assembled on the walls.

A series of bowstrings tightened and loosened, and a dozen siege bolts roared towards the dragon—missed, but successfully drove it away from the most crowded south gate.

The ferocious and cunning dragon circled high in the air and flew towards the city.

When they saw a pillar of flame more than ten meters long erupting from the dragon's mouth, Loria and Nomi shrank their heads together.

It turned out to be a fiery dragon - fearful of the siege crossbow, it changed its tactics and began to set fire around the city.

The city defenders, carrying heavy equipment, began to chase the fire dragon. But as soon as it got closer, the cunning dragon immediately moved somewhere else. It avoids grappling with human soldiers, and concentrates on doing the worst of things - destroying cities and killing humans as much as possible.

Clement and Kana find Loria, but they are also helpless against the dragon flying in the air, Kana tries to cast a spell, but several attempts fail or misses due to being too far away.

In desperation, she chased after the dragon, trying to get as close as possible - but she couldn't run as fast as the dragon.

Paladins and priests gather more and more, so that the luxurious configuration can fight a small army of undead head-on, but they can't help the cunning fire dragon in the sky.

Half of the snow has been caught in flames, and it is only a matter of time before it reaches the eastern part of the city, which has not yet been destroyed.

"So even if it's an environmental hunter, you have to bring one for the sake of team balance!"

Loria, who climbed onto the roof, spoke inexplicably and began assembling her massive sniper rifle.

Of course, she knew that her marksmanship was like Mengde Cao's chicken wings—something that was better than nothing, but she probably couldn't find a second person who was familiar with firearms at the moment.

Having favored maces and rifles for many years, she can now at least rely on her scope to hit stationary targets.

Shoving a special silver bullet thicker than her thumb into the chamber of her gun, and loading her hands and feet with the ground, she searched for the fiery dragon in her scope.

"Come on, Miss!" "Miss is so handsome!" "Meow~"

The people downstairs were putting pressure on her.

Adjusting the direction of the barrel to follow the target, Loria aimed at the root of the dragon's tail and fired, missing.

Obviously, hitting high-speed moving targets requires anticipation.

"It's okay, I'll definitely hit next time." "Gungnir!" "Meow!"

The people downstairs were constantly putting pressure on her.

Reloaded and loaded, Loria swung her rifle and tried to determine the trajectory of the dragon's flight......

Pull the trigger, and the bullet flies in the direction of the dragon's advance with a highlighted trajectory.

The direction was correct, but the shot was fired a little earlier and missed again.

With no professional training and no 220 IQ, Loria is obviously unlikely to be able to calculate a lot of data accurately in a short period of time.

"The eldest lady who can't hit the target at all is so cute!" "Enchant the bullet and it will hit and break the armor!" "Meow~Whoo~"

Loria took a deep breath and tried her best to resist the urge to shoot downstairs.

Loaded with a third bullet, she began to wait quietly for her time.

One can be beautiful, two can be beautiful, and three can be beautiful...... Fifty-seven are beautiful, and fifty-eight are beautiful......

The moment the ninety-ninth was crossed by Shoumei's mind, she finally seized the fleeting opportunity - the fire dragon was briefly suspended in mid-air, breathing fire towards the houses and the fleeing humans in all directions.

Loria, who had entered a strange state, aimed at the root of the dragon's tail again and pulled the trigger.

Hit! A bloody hole appeared in the dragon's tail like this, and Loria almost broke the entire tail.

Lyudmila, Ivan Sid, Nikolai, Vasily are possessed by the soul at this moment! Loria alone represents the long history and tradition of the Scarlet Totalitarian Organization, and she is not fighting alone at this moment! She's not alone!

……

Alice walked over rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"What are you doing here with me alone?" She asked, pouting. Immediately after that, I saw a dragon that had lost its balance above the sea of fire, dragging a broken tail and struggling to fly out of the city.

"Nasty reptiles."

Alice frowned. Dragons are her most hated creatures, not one of them.

Just as the dragon was about to flee the city, countless tentacles burst through the nearby ground and shot at it.

Silently looking at the fire dragon that was easily bound by the tentacles and grabbed to the ground, Loria only felt that she had done a lot of useless work.