Shadow is a very special kind of energy, and it has excellent conductivity. Regardless of whether the propagation medium is solid, liquid or even vacuum, it can be transferred with very, very low propagation losses. Not even the dragon's scales could completely block the transmission of this energy. To put it simply, even if you just touch the dragon with this energy, the shadow can easily damage the flesh inside through the hard scales.

Therefore, Lanros asked Lotherma to find a team of skilled rangers and use the power of Nightmare Shadow to attach shadow spells to their weapons one by one.

While this doesn't guarantee that they'll be able to slay the dragon, it will at least give them enough power to inflict damage on these formidable creatures.

Sylvanas stood on a high point, unafraid of the fire still spreading behind him, and kept shooting arrows at the dragons trying to return to the sky.

Beside her, Lanros was diligently enchanting her arrows.

Why didn't he rely on his abilities to strike a fatal blow at those red dragons? That's a good question.

After all, Lanloth is only a mortal, and although his evil energy has strengthened his body, as a spellcaster, his physique is still relatively weak. Using Wind Fury to unleash a series of Void Slashes could certainly inflict exaggerated damage in an instant, but for him, the cost was really too much.

Nightmare Shadow activates for 50% of his maximum spirit value, which means that this will severely affect his ability to cast spells. It's not just these dragons in the air, the falcons and dragon eagles are still wreaking havoc, and if he repeatedly overdraws himself, no one can guarantee that he will not capsize in the gutter.

Besides, the situation has been barely controlled, and the goal of containing the tribe to buy time for the transfer of civilians has been achieved. It's not his style to be reckless in the face of danger.

As he handed Sylvanas the arrow that glowed with black light in his hand, Lanlos flicked his fingers, and several arcane missiles instantly smashed the oncoming giant eagle beyond recognition.

"If this continues, everyone will soon be out of the tribe's sight, and we should prepare a retreat plan. ”

Hearing the Ranger General's sigh of relief, Lanlos's brow trembled involuntarily. It seems a bit unlucky to say such a thing at such a critical juncture......

As the saying goes, the house is cloudy and leaking, as if God happened to hear Lanlos's heart. A deafening roar like a beast suddenly came from the position at the entrance of the village, and the two people standing at the high point stopped what they were doing, and their faces showed solemn expressions together.

At the same time, Grom, who had rushed through the flames, met Lanloth's gaze at a glance, and his bloodthirsty grin was chilling.

As if ignited with anger from the scorching heat, the Warsong Clan, dashing through the flames, sped past their chieftain and galloped towards the panicked elves amid shouts of killing and the howls of battle axes.

Grom, on the other hand, should have been very red when the enemies saw each other. But he, leisurely, drove the wolf, slowly but surely approaching in the direction of Lanloth.

Giving Sylvanas a glance, Lanros leapt from the tower, drew his sword, and stepped forward at an equally slow pace.

When the two reached a very delicate distance between them, they stopped together very tacitly.

War cries, screams, and all kinds of chaotic sounds came and went in their ears, but the two of them didn't seem to hear anything, so they looked at each other quietly.

"Don't you attack?" Lanloth's orc language was not fluent, but he could still read the undisguised sarcasm from it, "I didn't expect that after so many years, the famous Warsong Chief was actually afraid, should I feel honored?"

It was not difficult to see from Grom's constant roaring of blood that he was eager to chop Lanlos to minced meat. But what was he waiting for?

The more the other party suppressed himself so much, the more uneasy Lanros's heart grew, and just as he was about to take a few steps forward and put the opponent's position into his cast range first, Grom smiled.

Roar!

The dragon's deep roar even trembled at the ground beneath his feet, and feeling the power of his master far beyond that of the other red dragons, Lanlos was startled and immediately turned his head.

With a loud bang, the red dragon, which was larger than anything he had ever seen before, swept across his sight, and the ferocious flames completely engulfed the tower where Sylvanas was, and the explosion of extreme scope set off an unstoppable air current, turning the tower into ruins in an instant.

Behind the true dragon, an orc warlock was smirking insolently: "Yes, that's it, burn these stupid elves! I, Zulushid, promise you that if you serve the tribe, your queen will be safe!"

"Hah, where are you looking?!"

There was no time to worry about Sylvanas's situation, and the howling wind and the imminent roar made Lanlos startled, and immediately raised his left arm.

While!

The battle axe smashed into Solarion's hand with great force, and the sharp crash made Lanlos worry about whether the gauntlet would be able to block the attack.

Fortunately, the utility of the Legendary-level equipment is quite reliable.

Seeing that this little man, who had always been seriously inferior to himself in strength, was able to catch his attack in such a hurry, Grom's scarlet eyes flashed with surprise and approval. Then, the muscles of his arms bulged like mountains, and the terrifying power was transmitted to the other party through the roar of blood.

The ensuing pressure made Lanlos snort, his arm almost completely smashed on his shoulder, his body sinking uncontrollably, and the knee of his right foot slammed into the ground, trying to support himself from being squashed.

Can't be so passive!

Lan Luos stared, and the pitch-black streamer instantly enveloped him, as if the sharp blade that tore through the space was provoked from the bottom up, and the ink-like sword marks shone for a long time in front of him.

He was defeated by such a sword in the first place, and Grom certainly couldn't make the same mistake again. He didn't hesitate, and immediately stepped back and avoided the Void Split.

At the same time, Lanloth's free left hand reached forward, and the magic power gathered in it almost in an instant.

Roar——!

A thunderous battle cry pierced through the entire battlefield, and the morale of the wolf cavalry of all the Warsong clans was at its peak almost at this moment. On the other hand, the sharp pain in his eardrum forced him to interrupt his magic and cover his ears and retreat.

Interrupting the enemy's spell casting, Grom stepped forward with a loud roar of blood.

Blade Dance!

Lanlos let out a low cry and did not retreat, but advanced, and before the tomahawk was about to tear him in half, his whole person disappeared directly from Grom's sight.

Oo, oo......

The sword light flickered in the corner of his eyes, and the feeling of his armor and flesh being torn flooded into his brain almost at the same time, Grom did not panic, just protected his heart and neck, and silently counted: "One, two, three!"

Bang!

The right foot bounced up and down like lightning, and with a thunderous sound, the crack spread rapidly outward from the sole of the foot, and the ground near it trembled violently at a frequency visible to the naked eye. Almost at the same time, he picked up his tomahawk and roared and turned and slashed backwards.

There it was Lanlos, who was almost unsteady because of this kick, and that frightened and delicate face made Grom's cruel laughter spread far away.

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