It's not just a team, it's not just these enemies trying to invade.

The legions of the Dragon's Lair advanced the offensive.

It's not just the two hundred adventurers who went straight into the Warped Forest to scout.

Some adventurers who were "invited" to the edge of the twisted forest as a response by the order of Wren, the son of the giant king, vaguely saw huge black shadows passing through the air.

"Dragon! The dragon is coming! ”

Not one, not two, not ten.

Hundreds of dragons.

There were not even one pair of wings, but two, three, or even four pairs.

The adventurer shouted, trying to pass on the information to the others, but the moment he "confirmed" that there were more than a hundred dragons flying through the sky, he wanted to press himself into the snow with the scream.

However, even though he panicked and scared, he did not run away despite the fear he felt in his body.

Leaving the back to the enemy and to the pursuers is the most irrational act.

It's just that this is not the result of his courage, and that trembling arm can also testify that if there is a chance to escape, he will definitely escape.

But now, the only way to do this is to use these giant trees and dragons with huge bodies and wings to find an opportunity to shoot through their wings.

The man leaned towards the giant tree next to him, trying not to make any noise, and then moved his gaze to the other adventurers, trying to ask for help.

It's just—

In the next moment, he saw that the wyverns with bows and crossbows, or who were trying to shoot with spells, had just set up their crossbows when they were hit by something.

Not far from him, the mage with a single horn on his head and a fireball between his claws, trying to throw upwards, was just raising his hand at the sound of a loud explosion, and his body was torn apart in the snow—

"It's the wind elemental! It's the wind element! It's the breath of the storm, dodge—"

Another adventurer shouted to warn his companions to stay away, and his own body was torn apart by the wind in the next moment.

For some reason, he felt that their movements seemed to be a lot slower than usual?

The man subconsciously took a step back, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of pain hit him.

However, his consciousness had sunk into darkness.

At the edge of the giant tree, a tail claw flicked, slamming a corpse that had been broken in two to the ground, and a large, spiked nest dragon shrank back into the darkness again.

In the midst of the wails and screams one after another, the adventurers who tried to attack the "dragons" flying through the air were blocked by the shield-like wind barriers on the wings of those dragons, and returned in vain.

......

Dixing silently watched this scene.

The Feathered Wyvern releases a poisonous mist, the Pterodactyl spews out a storm, and the Lepidopterax ambushes and kills.

This surprise attack can indeed produce results, but the enemy will also make up his mind to launch an army, right?

After that, there may not be a chance to be able to kill through the Wyvern Attack.

He didn't believe that the human race had gathered so many people to come here, all of them were so fragile.

Moreover, as long as these people spread out a little, the effect of the "bombardment" of the flying dragons will be reduced a lot.

Let's see what kind of countermeasures the opponent will have and how strong the counterattack will be.

Moreover, in terms of vitality and physical fitness level, it is obvious that the size of the nest dragon is crushed.

However, he also saw that these humans had a lot of "spells".

And, those who gather together the enemy, may have some means of protection.

If possible, try to divide the enemy into several pieces, open up the distance, and then use the advantage of the wyvern's mobility to quickly gather to fight more and fight less, and break each one.

This is the safest way to do it.

It's just that the opponent shouldn't easily distance themselves, even if the storm of the wyverns is very destructive to the cluster of enemies.

If necessary, he is ready to stop the evolution and launch an attack.

Maybe the enemy might choose blitzkrieg as well? Or a decapitation operation?

Then it doesn't make much sense for him to sneak attack by night.

After all, it is an unconventional fantasy world, and if an individual is as powerful as a nuclear weapon, it is indeed possible that the war will end in an instant.

......

The news of the attack on the three or four hundred adventurers who were responsible for "answering" on the outskirts of the Warped Forest immediately spread to the Knights of the Throne, the Dragon Hunters, and the remaining 1,000 adventurers.

"Night battles?"

Wren is not surprised that the cunning and insidious dragon will choose to fight at night.

But he obviously didn't expect hundreds of wyverns.

The Wind Dragon and the Blue Dragon, if they weren't too stupid, would definitely not choose to confront the Dragon Hunter Army head-on.

Dragons will also try to weaken enemies as much as possible.

There are hundreds of wyverns, which is already a considerable group of subordinate dragons.

This wind dragon, if it is said to be a high-level dragon, then it is already an adult dragon or even a prime-age dragon, and it can't be a young man.

Normally, it takes about 300 years for high-level dragons such as red dragons and blue dragons to reach the strength of their prime, but this data is in the case of completely natural growth and no spell-type spells are used to accelerate growth.

If he goes all out to catalyze, he has seen the records in the family, through eating a lot, quickly digesting and absorbing, strengthening spells, etc., a 100-year-old red dragon can have the powerful power of a 500-year-old red dragon.

A red dragon in the prime of life may only need 60 or 70 years.

An adult red dragon only needs 30 or 40 years at the earliest.

Although the cost may come with a significant reduction in lifespan in addition to a large amount of resources, the Dragon Empire may not use this method in the absence of a crisis.

But whether it's worth it or not is obviously not a question for Wren to consider.

An adult red dragon's life energy level is calculated in the first level of the whole body of a wild beast, and its energy level also exceeds the twelfth energy level.

In the prime of life, there may be fifteen ......

Dragons such as the Wind Dragon are weaker than the Red Dragon and the Blue Dragon, and they should also have about ten to eleven energy levels.

However, because of the difference in the total amount of vitality brought about by the body size, for other creatures, it is completely overwhelmingly powerful.

There are not enough of them, and those of the same energy level, whether they are elven dwarves or humans, cannot fight against them.

But.......

Except for the Giant King Bloodline.

With a sufficient number of royal knights to supply vitality, the Giant King's bloodline is completely comparable to or even surpasses races like the Dragon Beast!

Wren clenched his fist.

Although the absence of the blue dragon and its affiliated dragons made him a little disappointed, but a wind dragon was enough!

He didn't want to drag and didn't intend to drag.

"All the troops are attacking!"

Like lightning, quickly find the Wind Dragon and destroy it!

Night? What about the night?

Can the night stop the power of lightning and thunderstorms?

.......

The pterodactyl "Qi" is still chasing and killing the group of humans who are scattered and fleeing.

But, apparently, the efficiency has decreased quite a bit.

However, at this moment, it suddenly saw a blue glow.

Almost instantly, it spewed a hurricane forward, and on its bulging back, the violent wind elemental flowed with its life force, forcibly confined to the surface of the huge ailerons, forming a shield-like barrier to block the front.

In the next moment, a lightning-like blue light shot out—

The moment the blue light broke through the barrier and pierced its wings, it could see clearly that it was a javelin.

It was accompanied by a strong burning sensation and a stinging pain all over the body—

"Crowned !!"

Subconsciously, in the midst of endless pain, it roared.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.