The dragon streaked across the sky, oblivious to the airship beside it.

It didn't have the fury of a beast's territory being violated, which made the black dragon more like a machine.

The Brittany-flagged airship completed the encirclement of the dragon with beautiful tactical maneuvers, pouring out their fury on the monster, flashes of magic in unison, but the target remained indifferent.

The black dragon was unscathed.

The dragon's breath still appeared on time, landed above the palace, and then deviated from its target and lit a fire somewhere in the city.

It seems that to the dragon, the palace on the ground is much more important than the airship next to it.

Dr. Watson retracted his gaze and searched for the repair team not far from the entrance to the Essence Zone, if Holmes's guess was correct, the magicians were lucky enough to avoid the dragon's attack, then they should be here by now.

Holmes did not disappoint Watson.

On the other side of the street, at the corner of a three-way intersection, the repair team was a magician, a laplite, a magic blacksmith, and a few sturdy apprentices in magic, dressed in the uniforms of the mages hired by the town hall, and carrying heavy repair kits.

Watson was overjoyed, and then was thrown to the ground by Sherlock Holmes with another buzzing sound.

The sound of the flames burning in an instant sounded like an explosion, and the roar was over, leaving behind a terrifying heat wave, everything burning everywhere, and the cacophony of flames was incessant.

Watson stood up and watched in despair as the repair team turned to ashes in the flames, fortunately, because they had been hit head-on by Dragon's Breath, they had not experienced much pain before they died, and because of this, they did not emit the horror of burning corpses.

But the hope that had just come was shattered.

Watson remembered the battlefield he had experienced, and he lowered his head and sighed silently.

"There are magicians in the city," the doctor revealed the resolute nature of a veteran, "we can go to him, at least tens of thousands of people are working in the Elite District, and there will always be people who will survive." ”

"But we lack time, and city traffic has been shredded. ”

Sherlock Holmes never minded talking about frustration, because no matter how desperate he was, he would never give up.

"I'll have to find a way to confirm the route first......"

The detective was silent, trying to spin his brain hard, trying to piece together the appearance of Ruidu City purely from memory.

"No sir," a man's voice suddenly sounded, and he rudely interrupted Holmes' train of thought, "we have a team here. ”

It was an explorer.

A young man was standing on the side of the road behind Dr. Watson, dressed in the explorer's signature coarse cloth clothes and with a nonchalant smile on his face.

It's a standard explorer.

Not only that, but there were several other explorers around him.

A dwarf with essence-infested patterns on his goggles, a standard magic blacksmith.

A mage, who looked like an apprentice, clutched a large book.

A young girl, dressed like a teenager, with a look of eagerness.

Holmes's gaze swept over the team, and then he said indifferently, "I don't think it's a waste of time for a pure apprentice team to be able to repair the most important central tower in the entire Essence District. ”

"No, no, no," the explorer said with a peculiar persuasiveness, most of which came from a kind of unprovoked indifference, which explorers have always done, but this one is exceptionally typical, "this is a friend I met on the road, we don't need to fix it, we just need to go there." ”

"Soon some other magician will come here, and until then, we'll always find something to do. ”

The explorer seemed to regard Sherlock Holmes and Watson as subjects to be drawn into the group, and as he spoke, he looked around and quickly jumped in surprise.

"Toolbox!"

The explorer didn't rush out, and though he wanted to, the heat of the flames could stop any impulses, and the fact that the toolbox survived the dragon's breath didn't mean that ordinary people could fight the flames.

"I need help. ”

The dwarf was eager to try, he put on his goggles and held out his hands towards the flames.

"The temperature was too high for me to hold onto. ”

"We need water and quilts. ”

Holmes decided to join the explorers temporarily, and while they might not be able to repair the central tower, they would at least be able to salvage the toolbox.

The dwarven talent allows them to endure unbearable heat, and with a wet quilt, the magician might barely be able to snatch a toolbox from the flames.

But there was no water and no quilts.

The girl looked left and right, and rushed into a house on the side of the road while everyone was still looking around, the owner of the house was not there, and the door was locked, but the girl seemed to be a good magician, and she opened the door easily with a trick.

"Water and quilts are available, hurry up. ”

Then the explorers began to act with the efficiency of the explorers, and almost in a moment, the dwarves were ready.

Watson looked at the burglary that was happening in front of his eyes and was speechless.

"Rush in and get a crate, and come out, and we'll rewater the quilt," Holmes said, completely ignoring the theft in broad daylight, sending an important reminder to the dwarves, "Don't risk it, or you won't come back alive, and best of all, we won't be able to retrieve the toolbox." ”

The dwarf nodded, there was a simple magic on his goggles that would allow him to see how terrifying the temperature of the flames was, and Holmes was right in his advice.

Then the dwarf rushed out.

......

The military department is gathering all forces, and for at least a hundred years, the heart of the Brittan Empire has not been seriously threatened, and now that Ruidu has been attacked, the situation has become more serious than imagined.

The Royal Palace is the only place that is absolutely safe, and it is the last gathering place of the resistance.

Airships are taking off, and the Royal Guard has one of the most powerful airship squadrons in Brittany, and now they are the only force that can stop the dragons.

Although the palace is absolutely safe, the dragon's breath is still falling into the city.

No one can stop this great destruction, just as mortals are always unable to prevent natural disasters.

The dragon swept through the air, followed by white sails, airships followed closely, and the cannon fire continued, but the black beast remained unharmed.

It was like a flock of white birds flying across the deep black sky during a thunderstorm, and no matter what they did, they could not affect the clouds, and the latter threw thunder into the earth on their own.

"We lack combat power!"

The generals roared at each other roughly.

"Royal One!"