The dragon's dying wails made me realize that dragons are also intelligent and emotional creatures, and although it is still unknown to what extent their intelligence and emotions can reach, it is certain that the ice dragon still has not yet understood what the behemoth in front of him is, and there is no fear of the unknown from its facial expressions.

The dragons probably never had the opportunity or interest to travel to the Underworld, which was not a suitable place for dragons to live; And vice versa, the heyday of Forge Mo was long after the end of the "Dragon War", when there were very few dragons active on the continent of Tamriel. I don't think there will be much intersection between the two races, so it's understandable that the dragon is not very familiar with the creation of Forging Mo. In the dragon's mind, there are no creatures in the Nairn plane that can directly compete with them physically, except for a few freaks from the Otherworld—and the Forge Mocenturion apparently does not exude the scent of King Didra.

The dragon was right, but unfortunately, the Centurion in front of it didn't fall into the category of "creatures". The violent impact caused the surrounding towers to collapse completely, and the dragon's hideous face revealed a look of surprise, and its ferocious attack was blocked by the enemy in front of it with its body.

"Hmph, you're facing a real wall of iron, if you can't even stop your flesh and blood, that's the real weirdness."

Naturally, my self-talk would not be known to the stunned dragon, and there was only one thing it could know: the offensive and defensive forces had been completely reversed at this time. Accompanied by the sound of a huge jet of air. The dense fog that covered the sky suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield.

These fogs are not used as a blinding method, but there is actually an invisible killing machine in the fog. A kind of forging device is installed on the mech, through which it can apply hundreds of times the atmospheric pressure to the stored water in the confined space, and then forcibly infuse the energy contained in the soul stone into it to heat the liquid water until it is completely vaporized, and finally form superheated steam of nearly 1,000 degrees Celsius, which can be used to give the dragon an unforgettable sauna bath.

The gameplay of Forging Mo is really creative...... Well, after all, they live in an underground space with limited ventilation conditions, and if coal and oil were the main sources, the PM2.5 in the underground space would have exploded long ago, so the "clean energy" of soul stones is more favored. But if it's purely by soul stones. Doesn't this mean that many lives have been killed by Forging Mo and used to recharge?

Don't think about inconsequential things when you're fighting. Back to the point. The temperature of nearly 1,000 degrees is not too high, and the temperature of the hydrogen and oxygen flames in industry is close to 3,000 degrees, but now I am not burning high melting materials such as silicates, but a dragon that still belongs to the category of flesh and blood. Imagine this. Hang a dragon from a matching size alcohol lamp and grill it. No matter how rough this guy is, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand it, right? What's more, it also has the ability to compete with the heat of the frost.

The quartz goggles kept my eyes blind from the overheated steam. But at this time, the foggy external environment made it impossible for me to clearly see the specific condition of the dragon. When I cast a life detection spell that could look directly at the location of the soul, the "Golden Wind and Jade Dew" show had been missed, and the dragon was already clumsily and frantically moving its body backwards. At the same time, he wanted to retract the wings that had been spread out in an attempt to isolate the hot steam.

The steam is still spewing out, and the attacks will continue for some time. Eventually, the dragon gritted its teeth, after all, long pain is better than short pain, and it decided to stretch its wings and expose its body to the superheated steam of nearly a thousand degrees - it was scared, and it was ready to spread its wings and flee.

If the dragon really flew away, the Centurion of the Forge Mo, who could only run on the ground, really had no way to pursue him. However, Kasaimer's team had already made the assumption that Captain Mocenturion would be equipped with additional weapons to deal with the situation.

I adjusted the mech's position slightly, and then pressed a button firmly on my hand, and several steam harpoon cannons attached to the Forge Mocenturion were activated. The harpoon cannons far outweighed the ballistae of the Snowman Army, and with the close range, the dragon's flesh was shot through like fragile tissue paper.

Hehe, look at how you can escape now.

The second batch of superheated steam was being prepared under intense pressurization, and I turned on the fan to blow away the dense fog that hung in front of me, trying to get a clearer picture of the situation on the ground.

I realized that the dragon had come up with a countermeasure so quickly, and it seemed that the ice dragon's attributes had indeed brought me some unexpected surprises. A force of frost gathered at the wound where it had been pierced by the harpoon, freezing the wound and the harpoon through the wound completely.

Although this method can temporarily block the wound and pain, and its combat effectiveness will not be reduced, even the harpoon cannon on the body of the Forging Mocenturion has not been pulled out of its body, which means that it is now completely tied to me, so wouldn't the dragon be able to escape?

However, I was shocked by what the dragon did next. It flapped its wings and flew without hesitation, even though several unbreakable metal chains were restricting its range of movement. In the cockpit of Captain Forge Mocenturion, I lost the sense of stability I had always felt on my feet, and the shaky feeling began to make me uneasy. This guy ...... Do you want to drag the Centurion to the sky?

It seems that this is undoubtedly the case, and I underestimated the strength of the dragon. What a mistake, I told Casemir that the dragon couldn't break free from the ballista fixed to the surface, so it couldn't shake the heavier Centurion. But I'm actually ignoring an extremely important premise, that the dragon had been severely injured by several of Helsin's hunters before it was shot down by the ballista!

There's no time to blame myself, the second batch of superheated steam will be ready in a few minutes, and if I just watch the dragon hang the Forge Mocenturion into the air, then what awaits me is probably the end of falling to the ground and turning into meat sauce or crashing into a mountain wall and turning into a meatloaf.

While it's still too late, we have to make a change. I shook one of the joysticks at hand to the end, and in response, the Centurion shell behind me lost the restraint of the mechanism and fell off the weight of the plane and fell to the ground. I climbed out of the cockpit, shook off all the asbestos on my body, and endured the heat to poke my head out and shouted at the crowd who were watching from a distance of dozens of meters:

"Bring me my sword!" (To be continued......)