A shadow swept across the land, and the commotion and shouting seemed to cease in an instant. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHundreds of thousands of voices fell silent, each eye looking at the sky.

The warm wind swept across Horn's face, and through the pounding of his heart, he heard his wings flick and tear through the air, and then, a hiss that could tear his eardrums through Karta, and even the entire First Continent.

Mira stared dumbfounded, at the huge black shadow, which flew lower and lower, almost close to the earth. She let go of her hand and turned to look at the knight beside her. "It's time to come, it's still coming, you already know someone resurrected the dragon?" she said, glancing back at the huge black shadow, "Kenny...... Kenny, does he know that? You guys in the North City know that?"

Jaime felt insignificant as he rode a black warhorse, and as great shadows flew overhead, he smelled brimstone and fire, and the smell of death. "Withdraw...... Withdraw the troops!!" He raised his sword and pointed back, but the war drummers behind him were frozen in place, and the drum hammer was long gone.

"Yes, but it should be in Black, not here. Horn admitted. But he had already guessed that this battle dragon would be involved, otherwise his father would not have defeated Karta for the second time and gave away everyone's lives. But he couldn't change anything, the wheel of history ran over every rut accurately, and there was no room for deviation. Even if he advised his father to quit the army, it was only a matter of how it would happen again. For seventeen years, he thought countless times about how to change history, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain.

The dragon flew lower and lower in hundreds of thousands of eyes. It flapped its wings as it skimmed over the sand, like a thunderclap. Two knights looked up, gasping for breath in the cold air...... Then black and red flames engulfed them. Even miles away from the battlefield, Horn could still feel the heat raging, and the two knights barely had time to scream before they were reduced to a pile of ashes, which was then blown away by the wind, along with their horses under their crotches.

It flew past nearly 100,000 Alliance troops and landed on the walls of the northern city like a huge statue. Everyone was silently staring at it, all dressed in black scales, with two large amber eyes, its horns and spines on its dorsal spine were blood-red, and its wings were twenty feet long, the color of black jade.

Kenny, who was far away in the tent of the Chinese army, also witnessed this scene. He looked at the dragon, his heart pounding, but he felt something familiar to the beast, and this feeling intensified again and again as he looked at each other. He felt that the dragon was also watching him, and those big eyes imprinted the entire battlefield, and Karta, who had been haunted by his dreams for seventeen years.

Knock knock knock knock, the war drums beat suddenly, and a short and long rhythm meant retreat. Throughout the battlefield, most of the Allied troops woke up from their fear, and after realizing that this was not a dream, they began to carefully turn their horses' heads, throw down their siege chariots, drop their heavy shields, and slowly retreat to the rear, for fear of waking up the dragon that was looking down on them.

"No, no, you can't retreat, you can't retreat!" Kenny muttered as he walked forward, but was blocked by his own soldier, Aiden. "Who beat the drum?!Who gave the order?!Tell the herald that you are not allowed to retreat!Give me the siege !!"

"Lord, lord...... What did you say?" Aiden looked at him dumbfounded.

"No retreat!!Continue the siege!!" Kenny roared angrily.

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From the farther rear camp of the Chinese army, Horn saw that most of the Confederate troops were still retreating to the rear, the confusion mingled with the horns of the march, the cavalry running against the target, the infantry running in panic, the archers throwing away their longbows, the crowd of people constantly falling, being trampled by the hooves of horses, and others being pierced through the heads by enemy arrows...... But in the next second, he was stunned by the rapid changes in the battlefield - the dragon spread its wings and flew high, turned around, and raised its head for a third time, and black and red dragon flames gushed out from the giant mouth, turning the entire northern wall of Karta into a sea of fire in a single heartbeat.

"The dragon...... Crazy..... Crazy?" muttered Mira as she looked at the firelight in the distance. From here, the northern walls of Karta looked like a thin line half a finger high, but now suddenly a fire broke out, and the dragon was still spitting dragon flames, and even from a distance, she could still feel the panic, confusion, and timidity of the enemy.

Horn didn't answer. He frowned, staring at the sea of fire in the distance, his doubts intensifying, and he had no idea why the dragon had suddenly turned against the man who had resurrected it.

Mike was hit by an arrow in his right arm and came back covered in blood. He dismounted beside Kenny, and the Angora totem on his back was bright red by the firelight, which was even more dazzling and terrifying along with the sweat on his body. "The vanguard has suffered heavy losses, the whereabouts of Duke James are unknown, that dragon—"

"It's helping us!" Kenny interrupted, "Siege! Continue Siege!!No withdrawal!!"

Mike reached out and grabbed his old friend's armarmor. "Kenny, don't be naïve! It can't tell who is the enemy and who is the friend, it's more terrifying than anything else! That beast is now our common enemy, the common enemy of all mankind!"

"Let go of me!" Kenny broke free of his bloody hands, "Kill it! Kill the ..... for me" Suddenly, a huge gust of wind slammed him to the ground. When he looked up again, he was greeted by two pupils that shimmered with a dark amber light, half his length in diameter.

There was deathly silence around them, and their gaze lasted for nearly ten seconds. A strange look flashed across Kenny's resolute cheeks—a mixture of fear, greed, and ecstasy—and he licked his lips, then jerked out his black steel sword and leaped onto the dragon's back, stabbing the blade into the back of the long, scaly, dragon's neck.

The dragon threw its head back and roared.

Kenny pressed the sword with his whole body, and the sword stabbed deeper. The dragon bowed to its feet, roaring in pain, its tail whapping in all directions, its head reaching out to the back of its long neck, its black wings fully extended.

Kenny stumbles, sliding down his quivering spine before rolling down the hill. After a while, he struggled to remember, but was bitten on his forearm by the dragon's teeth.

"No!" Before they could utter a single word, the dragon had already lowered its mouth and flung Kenny out like a mouse.

"Guards, kill the beast!" Aiden's roar was accompanied by the detached Black Feather Arrow, heading straight for the dragon's pupils.

I saw it raise its head to the sky and roar, the dragon flame continued to erupt from the giant mouth, and the Chinese army garrison was suddenly reduced to a sea of fire, illuminating the night filled with screams, countless people began to roll on the ground, thousands of horses kicked and neighed, and the knights and soldiers who had just fled joined in this miserable feast. Roars, screams, wails, and despair, along with the pungent sulfur and blazing flames, made the Chinese garrison extremely miserable.

"Everybody, listen to orders!" Horn's voice burst through the air like a long whip, "blow the trumpet, beat the drums of war!"