Since they are immortal, most of the ordinary dragons have a problem with laziness, and of course, sometimes they will fight to be the first.

For example, for the sake of reproduction rights, or there are benefits that can be divided.

When Krifia broke the news of the Servant Legion, the dragons instantly became lively, and each dragon wanted to be the receiving representative.

And...... None of them trusted the other dragons.

In desperation, Krifia had no choice but to let the dragons pour out of the nest and make them responsible for the number of servants she had acquired.

More than thirty dragons of adult age rose into the sky one by one, and the sight of Mopadib was a little jaw-dropping.

At one point, he suspected that the Dragon Legion had taken the idea of the fortress of Batow, and that they didn't want to keep even a piece of "meat" for themselves.

Mopadib wanted to object, to tell the dragons that the battle was too much, but his strength didn't allow it.

So in the end, the demon general of Abysharon had to stay behind the dragon legion, and follow the tide with a sigh of relief.

Flying at the front of the dragon group, there is no doubt that it must be the "third generation of gods" of Krifia. Only she has such qualifications.

However, as the so-called "gun shoots the first bird", she is also the first to appear embarrassed when encountering the legendary spell cast by the half-lich.

The dragon flew extremely fast, far outperforming those of Infernal Ode, and Kriffia quickly passed through the gravity-disturbed area.

It's just that because she didn't have time to react, in the area of gravity disorder, she almost tumbled through the sky.

This funny scene appeared several times on the five-colored dragon in the back, and the rest of the dragon hurriedly braked its wings.

"Damn!"

Humiliated by the chaotic gravity field, Krifia instantly became furious, and the divinity inherited from Tiamat surged through her body.

Stretching out his right front paw, his fingertips swiped lightly in front of him, and the entire space affected by Sneider's spell was plated with a layer of dark gold.

Immediately after, Krifia took a deep breath, and then let out a fiery breath, and the dark golden space instantly collapsed.

As if the glass was shattering, with a "click" sound, the dark golden shards peeled off one by one and fell downward.

As soon as they hit the ground, the tiny dark golden shards will disappear completely, but before they disappear, a chaotic force field will erupt.

The hapless Purgatory Odes waited for reinforcements, but as soon as the reinforcements were struck, they caused accidental injuries to friendly troops, and even some attrition.

However, the dragons flying in the sky, as well as the demon general Abysharon, they didn't care about these "details".

Mopadib even flapped his wings and flew over, half compliment, half envy and jealousy and said to Krifia:

"Sure enough, it's still Lord Krifia, and he casually countered a strategic-level spell, which is worthy of being a powerful red dragon!"

He deliberately ignored Kriffia's previous embarrassment, and only one-sidedly touted the strength of this "third generation of gods" red dragon.

At this time, Mopadib had already seen that his army might be in trouble—otherwise he would not have been dragged to the ground to fight.

Combined with the spell that had just been cracked, he guessed that there might be a legendary spellcaster in the small devil's fortress.

"I was almost careless, thanks to the dragon army pouring out, otherwise this attack might have suffered a lot of losses. ”

As soon as his mind turned and he began to sing the praises, he began to tell Krifia about his investigation and assessment of the new prosperity.

"Look at that fortress, the scale is not large, which means that the number of garrisons in it is not large, and it should be owned by a middle and low-level officer. ”

"But if you look at the building materials, it's all Purgatory Iron, Obsidian City bricks, and Purgatory Roar on the walls. ”

"Plus, being able to gather so many of the original dragon legion's servant armies for their own use, I estimate ......"

“...... The owner of the fortress is eighty percent of the officers in charge of logistics in the Bato Expeditionary Regiment, and he likes to fill his own pockets. ”

Krifia listened to his words and blinked his eyes, "You mean, that guy doesn't have a lot of strength, but he's very rich?"

Mopadi nodded, and said softly in a persuasive tone, "That's right, and he doesn't deserve that wealth." ”

To tell the truth, what this Abysharon Demon General analyzed actually makes some sense.

At the very least, the "use of expensive building materials" and "officials in Bato's logistical management" do coincide with Quest's situation.

However, his final conclusion – "Quest does not deserve this wealth" – is absurd and illogical, and sets the stage for his tragic fate.

Seeing the hesitation on Krifia's face, obviously doubting his motives, Mopadib was heartbroken and decided to add another fire.

He used a spell to convey what he had just said to Krifia to all the dragons present.

Moreover, after advocating some truths such as "God wants to give it, do not take the blame", he also made a guarantee:

"All I need to do is kill the owner of this fortress, and I'll give everything I get from it to everyone present. ”

In a way, dragons are very greedy creatures, and five-colored dragons are especially prone to being confused.

Although their strength is strong, they are obviously no match for Mopadib in the technical field of playing with conspiracy.

After all, he is an Abylomon Demon, and even though he has the blood of a dragon, he is essentially the Butterzu Devil.

Brainwashed by Mopadib, except for some old dragons who still have some sanity, the young guys are all ecstatic.

In particular, several adult white dragons with relatively low intelligence were the first to swoop down towards the mortals who were fighting against Infernal Ode.

Without much thought or observation of the enemy's strength, they launched the attack.

It's like a very low-level thug.

Perhaps to show off their skills, the white dragons did not use their breath attack attacks, and they summoned many dark clouds as they dived.

As soon as they came into contact with the crowd, the dark clouds suddenly erupted into an extremely cold wail, and a cold storm of frost and snow was suddenly released from them.

The blizzard swept through the mercenaries of the physical plane, and thick snowflakes fluttered above their heads, like white blankets that swirled at high speeds, making it impossible to see everything in front of them.

When the snowflakes hit the mercenary's exposed skin, it corroded the flesh like a strong acid, causing him to feel a sting.

Like eagles and vultures hunting prey, the white dragons cut through the dark clouds, plucked the mercenaries caught in the blizzard with their huge claws, and then led them back to the sky, either pinched to death or thrown to the ground in the air.

As if playing, the white dragon group revealed his evil and brutal nature in this group of mortal mercenaries.

"What a shame. ”

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