The number of Wyverns in this wave does not seem to be much, only three or four hundred, but they are slightly different from the previous Wyverns, they do not have that gray-brown background, and the spikes on their bodies seem to be much flatter, making their reflections brighter.

More than 20 fighters of the Fourth Squadron rose into the air in one fell after another, and someone in the channel had already called out: "This is the White Steel Flying Dragon!"

The squadron channel suddenly resounded with excitement about "luck is too good" and "sure enough, we are the main force", and no one complained that it was really unlucky.

Honestly, they're unlucky, the White Steel Wyvern is much better than the Rust Wyvern.

However, for these crews who are either battle mages and demon warriors, or legion officers and soldiers, after all, they are just wurm, even if there are more of them, they are not an irresistible existence, and they don't have much sense of oppression. There are only a few "volunteers" who were driven to the shelves, turning their strength into bitter water and secretly churning in their stomachs.

The steel dragon and the iron dragon are both subordinate dragons of the metal dragon system, not to mention the golden dragon and the silver dragon, the bronze dragon all regard them as the lowly ones in the metal dragon.

Wyverns are also a wurm race, and the steel wyvern crossed by the steel dragon and iron dragon ranks in the Finn horror creature rankings just like the servants of the street authors, and you have to turn many pages to find them.

The only thing terrifying is their numbers, but that's a common trait of the Wyvern race.

Compared to the Rust Wyvern, the White Steel Wyvern is faster, more dexterous, and has a better brain. When they swooped down from the sky and saw a small flying unit rise into the air to meet them, they immediately divided into several squads to cover the group, and the rest continued to pounce on the base.

The miscellaneous fish of the 4th Squadron seemed to bloom in the air, scattering in all directions, and began to fly dragon kites with great difficulty at the speed that had just been pulled up. Most of the remaining Wyverns were already mixed with anti-aircraft fire, and there was nothing they could do.

"Dakk! watch out for the propellers!"

Hearing the gunshots behind him, Hanir still shouted uneasily.

"During the War of the Dead, our Poplar squad was the first adventurer to hit the wall, don't treat me like a kid who hasn't touched a gun!"

, the designer of the rear cabin, shouted unhappily: "Originally, I was the machine gunner in the front cabin, and you changed me to the rear cabin!"

"The twin machine guns in the front compartment have to be left to the more experienced ones", because the training plane is not equipped with an intercom in the cabin, Hanil can only shout.

turned the gun carriage with only two automatic magic guide guns, watched the sparse trajectory fall weakly below the target more than a thousand meters away, and said angrily: "It's clear that I have more shooting opportunities!"

Then he shouted: "Pull up, ah——!h

The white steel wyvern waved its wings and shot a shiny rain of bullets, and even if Dick hadn't been on it for a few days, he knew that the propeller would be over if it was broken. The White Steel Wyvern's spike attack range is much larger than that of the Rust Wyvern, and the damage is also stronger.

"Let's go, my salmon!"

Hanir steered the fighter plane to climb upright, and Hassan opened fire on the nose of the plane, and the trajectory barely brushed past the wyvern chasing the front, although it seemed to be splattered with blood, the wyvern was unaffected.

"It's useless!"

also held back his strength to strafe, but the range of the automatic magic gun was obviously not as good as that of the machine gun.

"Let's use our own eating guys. ”

He pulled out another magic guide gun, pushed the hatch open, and pulled down the windshield that was fastened to his forehead.

Haniel shouted, "What are you doing,!"

Blazing blue light flashed, and a trajectory straighter than a machine gun grazed the dragon's head.

"It's not even good to use a gun with a rack, only your old buddy can be relied on!"

Dekker shouted as he continued to aim, this was his tailor-made magic guide gun, using a third-level wind arrow, but it was not a standard magic circle for mass production magic guns, but a special model with enhanced range and power. The 30mm caliber makes this thing more like a small magic cannon, which can only be fired in a single shot, which is very power-intensive, but it is very suitable for, who has enough power and is a one-hit kill.

"Just keep this distance!"

He shouted at Jenir, who was slowing down and preparing for a tactical move, activating the grip.

Blue light shot out, nearly a thousand meters away, the wyvern's head splashed with visible blood splashes, and its body froze, as if it had instantly turned into a steel sculpture, and fell straight down.

Jeniel saw it in the rearview mirror and shouted excitedly, "Dekker, you still have one!"

took back the magic guide gun, blew on the muzzle, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for so many things that happened, my name would have been lined up with those captains and even legion leaders in the legion." ”

Jeniel said, "Then go ahead,!"

Decker's fighting style is not exclusive to him, in fact, many machine gunners dislike the lack of firepower of the fighters, and simply carry their weapons and go to work. In training, they proved that they were seriously incompatible with the standard equipment of fighters, but their own food guys were like fingers.

Whether it's a custom-made magic guide gun or an old-fashioned magic crossbow, it can hit the target from a distance of a kilometer, which gives the driver an incomparably ample room to maneuver, as long as he needs to keep a distance of a kilometer from the enemy, and a few ranger machine gunners with the magic crossbow can even hit the wyvern from a distance of two kilometers.

Not every fighter had such an accurate shooter on board, and some crews took a very different approach to combat.

After a certain distance from the target, they turn their heads and hedge against the target. Relying on the front compartment being a Thorn Fortress or Paladin, let the front compartment open its shield to resist the Wyvern's spike attacks, and the pilot and rear cabin Heavy attack. Of course, the machine guns were all removed, and the hatches were lifted. Thanks to the windproof goggles and being an extraordinary person, he can fly in the wind at a speed of four or five hundred kilometers per hour.

Most of these white steel wyverns are only level three, even if there are a few hero-level, the crew that can control the fighter plane to rush over is not civilians, it is about the same level or even higher, and they used to be adventurers who used to be hunting or mission objectives to clean up.

The results of the hedging were almost without exception, and even if the White Steel Wyvern spewed out acid that could corrode the metal, it was blocked by the shield in the nose and then knocked down by the pilot and heavy like bullets.

There are also more reckless dislike magic spears that are not powerful enough, and when they hedge against the dragon, they slightly misturn, and use ice arrows, lightning spells, arcane flying orders or holy light slashes to directly knock down the dragons. The reason why these people were not selected for the official squadron is also coming out, they simply use the fighter plane as a war horse on land.

In short, the whole squadron of miscellaneous fish, cats climb windows, dogs drill holes, and each shows what he can. Each crew member fishes out a wyvern, concentrates on the kite or attack, kills it and then looks for the target again, never makes contact with the team of wyverns, and does not keep a distance of a kilometer from any wyvern, and constantly knocks down one wyvern.

Judging from the killing efficiency and results, the tactics of the Miscellaneous Fish Squadron doing their best are obviously stronger than those of formation operations. Also because the driver is not confident in the technology, he does not dare to play the maneuver of too waves, and always maintains high speed and speed, but the loss is much smaller.

From the point of view of the goal of "protecting the base", it is clear that the Miscellaneous Fish squadron has failed again. They only pulled a few wyverns, and most of them still rushed over the base in clusters, wreaking havoc on various facilities with metal spikes and acid.

When the miscellaneous fish let the base act as a tank, and gradually figured out the routine, and the DPS became more and more smooth, the Wyvern group had also caused serious damage to the tower, air defense position, ground hangar, and maintenance site. White smoke from corroded metal and wood and stone rose, and the entire base seemed to burn. Fortunately, the underground facilities were not damaged much, and most of the personnel were evacuated safely.

Nearly half an hour later, when the forty or so fighters led by Linde appeared on the side of the sky, the white steel wyvern that attacked the base also lost nearly half.

"Can you fly so fast with that enlarged and fast-spinning propeller?"

In the floating ship high in the sky, the halfling man sighed with a pointed beard, and at the same time issued an order to retreat to the white steel wyvern.

Gidina couldn't help but suggest again: "My lord, at this time, we can kill them all! We have consumed most of their strength!"

"Yes, you can try," Milhaus looked a little hesitant, "but I always feel like I've missed something." ”

He quickly lost his mind: "The reason why my wyvern is so indifferent is only because the speed is too slow, if I put something on the wyvern and let them be so fast, wouldn't I ......"

A warm light shot in the warlock's eyes: "The sky is invincible?"

Then he muttered to himself, "Of course, the Wyvern must be controlled by someone, and the Wyvern's attack alone is not enough...... Ah, I have so many ideas at once, I can't wait to go back to experimenting, I have gained so much from this battle!"

Kidina exclaimed, "Your Excellency!"

"Oooh, strike!"

The halfling nodded: "That's right, now is a good time to attack, and it would be better if I could catch one of those airships and come back." ”

He waved his hand and raised a purple dust mist: "There's no need to let Zatak Elon go into battle, just let Zalimkta move." ”

The purple mist condensed into light and shadow, and it was the entrance to the huge lair dragged by the three floating ships, and the halfling muttered a few times in a strange language, and a dragon head covered with gray-brown metal scales and jagged metal spikes on its head stretched out.

This is not a flying dragon, but an iron dragon.

The dragon let out a roar like a metal clash that echoed the warlock's call, dragging its entire body out of the lair.

This is supposed to be an adult iron dragon, more than thirty meters long from head to tail, it has its wings raised and its wingspan is forty or fifty meters.

It quacked as if it had been on a mission, rose from its nest, and circled ready to swoop.

Gidina loyally suggested, "Why not use Zatak Elon, we should strike a thunderous blow to the enemy, so that they are completely powerless to resist!"

"It sounds like you're more of a gambler, it's not my rule," said the warlock, "and of course it's more important that you can't fully exert the power of Zatak Elon without a dragoon." The crazier that guy becomes, the more destructive he becomes, and the more confused his brain becomes, and someone has to guide him all the time. Because if you want to charge with it, I will definitely not play this role. ”

Kidina suppressed her heartbeat and said, "Am I not qualified enough, sir?"

"You ......"

The halfling looked up at her from above: "To be honest, I'm not very reluctant, whether I'm qualified or not is a matter of my words, but whether I can succeed or not has nothing to do with me, and it's not even up to Zatak Elon to decide, the dragoon will be the same thing as the dragon knight, that's very ......"

He sighed deeply, "It was going to be a painful process, and I don't think you would make it to the end." ”

Gidina was silent, she didn't understand, she was just shocked by her master's heavy tone.

The iron dragon Zalimketa sank into the sea of clouds below, and at that moment, a wave of movement rushed upwards from below, as if some powerful creature was announcing its existence.

"Dragons!

The halfling warlock's face turned pale instantly: "Yes...... Blue Dragon! Damn, there's that little girl who's even more powerful than the legend, right at our feet! I'll just say I ignored something, she's tracking me!"

A dull roar rang out from the huge lair, seemingly in response to the roar of the blue dragon. A dragon head several times larger than Zalimkta stretched out, and only half of its mouth was exposed, and it was restrained by a series of rune arrays, and this huge, scaly dragon with a silver luster retracted unwillingly.

This is not an iron dragon, but a steel dragon.

"Zalimkta, stop them!"

The halfling warlock jumped high: "Let's turn around! Get out of here at full speed!"

..................

Time pushed forward slightly, and Li Qi flew to the airspace where Tina detected the flying dragon, and climbed directly to the highest place that the fighter could reach.

It's a little cold here, and civilians definitely won't stay for long, and it's just a little cold for a dragon and a legend and a quantum man between a legend and a hero, or even between a man and a woman.

Li Qi circled here many times, and the three of them all tried their best to look at it with eagle glasses, but still did not see the figure of the floating ship or the iron dragon.

It is no problem for the Legendary-level floating ship or the Iron Dragon to fly to an altitude of forty or fifty thousand meters, but the Flying Dragon cannot rush down from that height. Li Qi also judged that the iron dragon of the halfling warlock could not be of the legendary level, otherwise he would directly lead the army of flying dragons to raid, and Beta City would definitely not be able to stop this air power.

Therefore, the halfling floating ship or iron dragon will inevitably be in the nearby airspace.

After looking for a long time and not finding it, Li Qi ...... from under his crotch (In order to facilitate communication, the door between the machine gun tower and the driver in the front cabin was still removed) Seeing the blue dragon Halligos holding the machine gun and looking boredly, a bold idea suddenly came to mind.

"I'm going out and yelling?"

Halligos said disdainfully: "What do you think? I'm the blue dragon! When I shout, don't talk about the iron dragon, the steel dragon has to run away!"

Li Qi struggled to recall his dragon roar, shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, your little voice, maybe the iron dragon thinks it is a good opportunity to beat the aristocratic class that oppressed them and despised them in the past?"

"I was malnourished when I was a child......"

Haligos was angry at first, and then discouraged: "Indeed, if it is an adult iron dragon, or a three-headed dragon, it will feel like a good opportunity, who made our blue dragon not a metal dragon, and the deterrence of them is not enough." ”

Then he gasped, "You want me to be bait!?"

Seeing Li Qi nodding, he said in horror: "I'm still a child!

After only a few days in the Divine Fall Plateau, he was soaked in the atmosphere here.

"Didn't you say you were an adult?"

Li Qi unceremoniously scolded back: "And they are all machine gunners in the forward cabin, and what are you talking about child labor, is it too late?"

Halligos stopped talking, and looked at Richie with an aggrieved expression, tears in his eyes. Even if he knew that he was a man, this appearance made Li Qi a little unbearable.

Li Qi sighed: "Okay, special hazard post allowance, three sapphires." ”

"Okay boss, you have the final say", Lan Long Lisuo lifted the hatch cover, lifted it halfway and said: "I'm only responsible for fishing, not for fighting." ”

Li Qi glared at him angrily, can you fight?

The blue dragon emerged from the front compartment, stretched out into dragon form, and snorted high into the air.

Sure enough, although the momentum is enough, it is still mixed with a little immature children's voice.

About two or three kilometers away, the waves flickered, and it turned out to be a flying dragon, with a short figure sitting on its back, panicking and fleeing under the clouds.

That guy is really in the airspace here!

The wyvern was obviously the sentinel in charge of liaison and vigilance, and before the iron dragon could be drawn, the blue dragon roared out the sentinel.

"Actually, I flew out and roared a few times just now, and those flying dragons can still intercept a lot," said the blue dragon ostentatiously.

Li Qi was about to taunt him a few words, when there was a noise behind him, and Elle was lifting the hatch.

When she turned her head to look, Elle had already transformed into Catherine, she looked up at the sky, and her fighting spirit was high: "It's coming!"

A black dot swooped down from the sky, growing bigger and bigger.