When the dawn of dawn dawned and the deadly poisonous fog lifted, all the dwarves could see was a corpse.

However, compared to the corpses of the dwarves, only the corpses of two wyverns remained on this battlefield.

It's not that they only killed two wyverns.

In fact, they had severely damaged at least close to fifteen Wyverns.

However......

The thirteen wyverns, their bodies, were grabbed by the other wyverns flying down from the sky—

Rescue companions?

No, these hard-hit wyverns, when they were lifted into the air by other wyverns who came to "rescue", either maintained the shield spells that swept the storm with the greatest strength, or concentrated on attacking with all their might to condense the wind bombs that would form a tornado after they were cracked.

Although these wyverns flew with their injured companions, making their flight speed a little slower, these wounded wyverns who were brought up were not without the ability to resist, and they were in the sky, concentrating on attacking, interfering and defending the wyverns who rescued them.

In the face of these seemingly cumbersome dragons, the effectiveness of the war cannon or the ancient cannon has become even smaller.

The fortress commanders were also well aware......

The biggest reason why these flying dragons with black scale feathers will evacuate is not even this extremely lethal imitation of the ancient cannon, but-

"Death in the Sky"

Even, after the Elemental Riot effect of Sky Death was formed, these pitch-black dragons, this "Tyrant Wings", even resisted the effect of Sky Death, destroying this imitation of the ancient cannon and six war guns.

The fortress commander fell silent as he looked at the rune dwarves who were either killed by the poisonous black mist or torn apart in the storm vortex.

Obviously, the results were achieved that no other troops could match, but the price was ......

An ancient cannon, a total of twenty artillery guns.

Of the 400 rune dwarves who controlled these cannons, only 37 of them survived with serious and minor injuries, and the rest died.

The number of other dwarven soldiers who died as the wyvern of the fallen dragons raged like wild beasts reached two hundred.

There were even two fortress commanders who were killed when they personally joined the battlefield to attack Wyverns.

These flying dragons, almost as soon as they land and break free from the control of other dwarves, will immediately target those weapons and artillery.

It's true that war cannons and imitation ancient cannons can be recreated, but what about rune dwarves?

The Commander of the Fort suddenly discovered that although they had achieved a feat that no other unit could match, it was also very costly.

More and more powerful runeware are needed to resist the wind element, and these runes themselves need to be extremely strong.

Otherwise, as happened on the battlefield today, the rune weapon choked and disintegrated the storm, but was crushed by the great force.

Many dwarves were not killed by the Storm, but by the violent crushing of the dragon's giant wings and beaks.

But......

"At the very least, we've got the means to counter the Tyrant's Wings."

One of the fortress commanders said in a deep voice:

"Equip the gunners with more runes against the wind elementals."

"Those Wyverns who have been hit hard will be at least half dead, and even if they don't die, it won't take a few months to recover, and even if they do, they won't be able to maintain their strength as strong as when they encountered it today."

Not all races have the same recovery methods as elves, and even high-level dragons are not as good as elves in terms of recovery and healing.

For the same injuries, it is good for the elves to be able to survive half of them, and it will take at least a month or more to heal such serious wounds.

It was the first "victory" for the mountains, and after a glance at the goblins who were inspecting the imitation of ancient guns, the fortress commanders returned from heavy casualties.

......

To the southeast of the border of the Kingdom of Mountains, nearly forty kilometers away in the dense forest of the sea of trees, the subordinates of the Lianniao Wyvern, the Beak Feather Wyvern and the Poison Feather Wyvern under the cover of releasing poisonous mist and poisonous wind, returned to the stronghold on the front line of the Dragon's Lair with the severely injured Wyverns.

When the feathered dragons put their companions down, a small lepidoptera with only blood-colored scales flew out and landed on the severely injured and even dying feathered dragons, and the blood-colored scales instantly turned from red to black, and the vitality of the beaked feather wyverns was close to the same as that of the beaked feathered wyverns, and as they clinged to the movements of the beaked feathered wyverns, they flowed into their bodies.

It was also at this time that the little scaly-winged dragons suddenly felt something, and suddenly flew up from the beaked feathered dragons.

Under the gaze of the nest dragons, a blood-colored light suddenly lit up from within a giant tree.

In the next moment, a blood-colored vitality that terrified and awe-inspired the nest dragons flooded, and a familiar sense of gaze floated—

At this moment, in the eyes of the nest dragons, it seemed that an endless sea of blood was surging out.

A huge head emerged from the endless sea of blood, like a wave of blood flowing from the craggy blood scales like a mountain rock, but the thick and sharp horns at the tip of the dragon's head, and the hideous and interlaced spinous blood crown on the top of the head were clearly visible.

The creator of all nests, the rulers of all nests, the embodiment of power, their great crowns.

On the huge dragon head that floated as the sea of scarlet blood fell, below the hideous blood crown, the eyelids that were also as solid as scales opened, revealing a pair of scarlet vertical children.

It was also at this moment, accompanied by the instantaneous blinking of the membrane, that the vertical boy was glowing with blood.

When the nest dragons returned from their frightened and awe-struck trance, the battered feathered dragon was also glowing with blood.

Like a flowing liquid, the blood light converged and condensed, forming a hemispherical shell, wrapping the bodies of the collapsed Feathered Wyvern from left to right, closing the cracks, and finally turning into a blood-colored dome like a jewel.

It was also at this time that the little scaly-winged dragons turned their eyes to the Bird Wyvern, and flew towards the feathered wyverns who were only slightly injured, and when the blood scales turned into black scales, a small lepidopteran and the dragonman asked aloud:

"What happened?"

The Wyvern lowered its tail and bowed to the blood-colored core, which the nesting dragons called the "Tyrant's Eye", and began to describe what happened to the winged group led by the dragons and the small lepidopter.

The dragonman inserted the wooden cane in his hand into the ground, and the little lepidopteran landed, and as the wooden cane grew a straight plank at a speed visible to the naked eye, the dragonman stretched out his claws and quickly recorded the description of the Bird Wyvern Commander in his claws.

When the Bird Wyvern finished descripting, several small lepidopteras flew in and formed planks by controlling the growth of trees, and several dragonmen also came up and carved and transcribed them with their claws.

When more than a dozen copies of the wooden carved plates were transcribed, the dragons summoned the dragons, took the wooden carved plates and rode on the dragons, and ran towards several nearby dragon colonies.

And the dragon colony station in the distance-

Several feathered dragons grabbed the dragonman with wooden stereotypes, flapped their giant wings and flew into the air, quickly sweeping away.

Look at the Dragon's Lair Tyrant.