As soon as he said it, Levin ordered someone to unload the supplies from the carriage, and there were still a few short bows and arrows hidden underneath.

The shortbow itself is not an excellent weapon, but it is not inferior to the military broadbow and longbow at close range.

Those arrows have also been specially treated, which is perfect for dealing with the fog dragon.

Levin's preparation was so sufficient, everyone speculated: Did this guy deliberately come here to ask everyone to help slay the dragon?

After all, even wurms have dragon personalities, and will pull many shiny things into their lairs - such as the weapons of those who died in the forest, and the coins and jewels they carried.

And its own flesh and bones can be sold for a high price, maybe it will make up for the commission expenses this time, and "killed a dragon under my command" can also be used to show off for a lifetime.

However, whatever, the commission is to be taken anyway, and if you kill the fog dragon, the treasure and flesh and blood are all shared, and it is still a very worthwhile deal for the silver-level mercenaries.

A few bold bronze-level mercenaries were selected to follow, and a group of silver-level mercenaries set off. And Levin had to join in the fun, and there was no way to kick him away.

Of course, he also promised that he would never get close to the battle circle, otherwise no matter what he said, he would not let him follow-if the employer died, what would happen to the rest of the commission?

However, Luo Ming overheard that he smiled contemptuously not long after he said this...... Could it be that this slightly wealthy businessman still has some life-saving skills, firmly believing that the fog dragon can't kill him?

How strange is that......

When this thought came to mind, Luo Ming simply decided to test the merchant gentleman a little.

He stepped on one end of a branch on the ground, and the other was cocked, but Levin tripped unsuspectingly—and if he hadn't helped him up, he would have fallen into the mud.

So, it should be a delusion, right? Luo Ming wasn't too sure, but this matter was put aside for now.

Since the group was lightly armed, the speed of the journey was quite fast, and when it was close to the three poles of the sun, the lair of the fog dragon had been discovered.

It was a dilapidated building, and it could be vaguely judged to look like a temple, but the people were not worried, because if a true god had favored this temple, it would not be allowed to fall into ruin.

Now the side hall is crumbling, and the walls are still crawling with moss.

There were many paw prints on the ground nearby, some of the surrounding trees were broken and some were crooked, and there were many broken bones thrown from the doorway of the abandoned temple, which looked like they were all food for the fog dragon.

According to the notes, it should have rested in the lair at this point. Although the dragons are very sleepy, they just had a fight with this side, so they shouldn't be able to fall asleep with peace of mind, which is the only regret.

If you can, no one likes the so-called "heroic fighting", if the dragon falls asleep, it can cut off the head with a sword, and it is best to die obediently.

The bronze-level mercenaries picked up their short bows one after another, and each carried a spear borrowed from other mercenaries, led by the silver-level mercenaries, and lightly touched towards the ruins of the temple.

After all, you are not thieves, and it is impossible not to make a sound at all, and when ordinary people enter the temple, they hear a loud noise in the depths.

It was the angry howl of the fog dragon, but everyone was mentally prepared, and they were basically not frightened except for Levin, who covered his chest uncomfortably at the end.

"Quick, get in!

Since it had been discovered, it was no longer concealed, and everyone quickly rushed into the temple.

Although this is the other party's lair, after all, the IQ is limited, and there is no trap for it. And the fog dragon's body is so big, crowded in the ruins of the temple, but there are some restrictions on movement.

Hendrick was the first to strike—he had been chanting a spell as he walked in, and now a bright yellow ball of fire appeared.

Then, he swung his staff and struck it at the fireball—which immediately exploded and flew in all directions—not a little lethal, but the countless small flames that scattered out radiated light, dispelling some of the mist and illuminating half of the ruins.

The figure of the fog dragon also appeared at this time, and the fist-sized dragon eyes reflected the light, like gold, carrying boundless anger in it!

I'm afraid that a radius of several thousand meters is the territory it has identified, and now these humans have not only invaded its territory, but even touched the side of its couch!

Without hesitation, it immediately erupted into a pillar of fire—however, the flame seemed to be slightly smaller than the last time.

However, as soon as the crowd rushed through the door, they had not had time to disperse, and they would definitely suffer great damage when they were hit by the flames.

But this was also expected by everyone - they had made a lot of plans for the possible actions of the fog dragon.

"Give it to the old man!

The moment the fog dragon opened its mouth, Gandu raised his heavy sword and rushed forward.

The runes he carved all over his body lit up with blue light, reminiscent of the color of the water, and Hendrik tore open a scroll directly, covering him with a thick layer of frost.

It was an attack spell used to freeze the enemy. Having said that, Gandu was so strong that it was impossible to be frozen all at once, and this strong cold became his shield!

Although his teeth chattered and his whole body trembled, Gandu still raised his sword to meet the flames—boom!

He took several steps back without stopping, and fell directly to the ground, and the frost all over his body turned into water. But the dragon's breath also scattered and split because it hit the huge ice lump, and it didn't hurt a single person.

"Shoot!" the half-elf archer commanded, and shot a ringing arrow.

Eight bronze-level mercenaries drew their short bows together and threw arrows at the fog dragon.

At a distance of less than thirty paces, even the lethality of the short bow is enough!

Although the accuracy was average, three of the arrows made of fine iron pierced the body of the fog dragon.

Then, a second round of shooting - this time, four more arrows broke through the scales.

Even if it's not deep enough, just insert it a little bit. According to Levin, the arrows were smeared with powerful poison that would affect even a man as large as the Fog Dragon.

And the fog dragon also consumed its dragon breath just now - this ability is not something that can be put away a few times if you want to.

With a roar, the Fog Dragon rushed towards the archers, and it was time for the melee fighters to step up!

Romant and Grant are naturally in charge, and there is also a big man with a war hammer, although he is not very familiar, but his strength is undoubted.

The fog dragon stretched out its front paws as it advanced, as if to push away the insects that stood in its way—but the insects attacked in a way that could not be ignored!

The big man swung his hammer and confronted its front paws, and Granty and Lormine took the opportunity to strike their swords from the side.

Granty's sword was very sharp, and although Luo Ming's sword was just an ordinary color, he attached a trace of cangyan upwards, mixed with the fighting qi, even the stones could be shattered, and the scales of the fog dragon were difficult to resist.

After all, it's just scales, not a turtle shell, and the strength of a thin layer is limited.

If it weren't for the fog dragon's limbs, it would have been injured this time.