The warrior agreed, and hurriedly ran out to deliver the order, and many warriors gathered over, armed with longbows, javelins, and other long-range weapons. One by one, they looked resolute and ready to sacrifice. At this time, the red dragon was still happily chasing the escapees, and the light of the explosion was constantly shining outside the camp. It thinks that the guy in the fire ring is already a turtle in an urn, and it will be enough to harvest it after a while.

Siegel called Janet up and asked her to help put on her armor and bring her weapons. "Take care of Kerry's wife and children, find a chance to hide, don't die. He patted the kitten's hand and instructed. Kerry glanced at the tent with nostalgia, his child had not yet been born, and he had not seen the black wolf princess for a long time. The giant knew that this was not the time for a child, so he refrained from going in, and dressed himself in full armor, carrying only a full twelve throwing spears with him on his back—the throwing spears were so huge that they looked like the bolts of a siege crossbow, and dressed Kerry like a lionfish. The two of them were ready to go to the dragon's trouble. Siegel saw that there was also a knight on the dragon's back, and guessed that this dragon had a purpose, specifically to destroy the tribe, and would definitely not simply vent his temper and leave. Now it's a matter of life and death, and everyone has to fight hard.

"Can you make me fly?" asked Kerry.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't mastered that complex spell yet. Siegel shook his head, feeling a little remorseful for his incompetence. He waved his wand, allowing the elements of air to attach to the two men. "It's going to make you and me quicker, but it won't last long. ”

"That's enough, let's fight it out in this battle. Whoever kills that dragon wins!" a layer of frost covered Kripi's flesh, also attached to his throwing spear.

"I wonder if dragon meat is better than snake meat?" said Siegel with a calm expression.

"Do you hear me, don't make me ashamed in front of my brother!" Giant Kerry raised his fist and shouted at his men, "Remember what our Jackdaw tribe is hospitality?"

The warriors looked at each other and talked a lot, until one of them tentatively asked, "Enough?"

"Kill the dragon!" Kerry yelled.

"Kill the dragon and !!!"

The red dragon flew back and set fire to a row of tents, burning the cattle, sheep and horses with a raging fire, which soon burned through the flesh and bones and became char that fell to the ground. 'It's a waste,' thought the red dragon, 'if I keep the heat down, I can have a good barbecue.' I don't know if this death knight is missing a root in his head, and he doesn't even know such an important thing. ’

The Death Knight had no brain in his head, and he had long since forgotten what it was like to eat. He just kept giving orders to kill, and kept killing, killing, killing.

In the camp engulfed by tongues of fire, the right-wing regiment led by Kerry continued to attack the Red Dragon, but with little success. The dragon's scale armor is so strong that even arrows made of stainless steel can only be broken helplessly, and only the giant's "siege crossbow" can explode on the dragon's body, causing some abrasions to the scales. The Red Dragon also saw this group of shooters, sneered at them, and did not attack them. He wanted to make the group fully aware of their own insignificance, of their uselessness, and wait until all the people they had protected had been buried in the flames, and then they would come back and admire their despair and anguish as the best remedy for the evening.

"We can't kill this dragon, Prince, leave quickly! Take the Black Wolf Princess with you!" a warrior came up to persuade him, but was kicked over by Kerry. But he kept saying to himself: "As long as you are here, the Jackdaw tribe will still be here." ”

"If we're gone, the jackdaw will die tonight!" the giant grinned as he looked at his men, "find a way to lure that dragon over and hold him back so that the others have a chance to escape." ”

"I'm afraid that the dragon won't pay attention to us at all. Siegel said. He tried again and again to recall what the book was about dragons: thick skin, magic resistance, spitting out of various elemental powers, flight, dark vision, and all sorts of magical abilities. There is not a single book on how to deal with this creature.

"I'm going to try a spell that can make your weapon sharper, maybe piercing through the dragon's scales. Siegel told Kerry to take off his throwing gun, pull out his wand, and recite the incantation slowly. He wasn't skilled in this spell, so he had to be extra careful to control the power of the magic. Thankfully, the spell worked, and a pale blue glow was attached to the throwing gun. This layer of light can make it stronger, sharper, and more penetrating.

"What kind of spell is this?" asked the giant curiously, but he immediately shook his head, knowing that this was not his area of expertise. He said, "Look where the dragon has gone!"

They looked to the left and saw that the red dragon was at the other end of the camp, raging in smoke and flames. It also skims low across the ground, sweeping down tents that burn like torches with its claws, and smugly laughs at weapons that bounce off it.

At this time, a flash of light was also fired from their right, only to see a cloud of frost falling from the sky and smashing into the ring of fire on the periphery of the camp. Icy snow and scorching fire meet, a large amount of steam rises and a large area of the surrounding space is shrouded in thick fog. At this moment, another gust of wind blew outward, spreading the mist and enveloping a large part of the wilderness.

"Ancestral Spirit bless!That's the power of the Ice Spear, my father must be there!" Kerry shouted loudly, jumping with excitement. He saw the men on the right side of the camp running out of their horses through the gap in the ring of fire, hiding in the thick fog, about to disappear into the vast wilderness.

Naturally, this scene did not escape the dragon's eyes, it roared angrily, its eyes turned blood-red, and it quickly twisted in the air, flapped its wings vigorously, and swooped down like sharp arrows. The rain of fire descended and exploded on the ground, but there was always a swirling cloud of ice protecting the gap and covering the escape.

"Be careful!" the group hurriedly ran in that direction.

The dragon landed on the ground and swept down a large tent with its wings and tail, sending fragments of flesh flying sideways, clearing a bloody clearing. Then, with its wings folded, it walked on the ground with its four paws, its tail cocked high, like a proud lion patrolling its territory. The surrounding flames became dim in front of the red dragon, and they didn't dare to compete with it, so they could only burn more ferociously and restrainedly.

"Oh, a magic weapon, or the nasty frost power. Do you think you can defeat me in this way?" the red dragon's voice was brutal and loud, with a crackling sound of air bursting. "You may be able to overcome the flames, but what about my claws, what about my fangs, what about my vast and unrivaled power?"

Clough held a spear in both hands, the tip of which radiated a brilliant light. He continued to pray silently for the help of the three spirits. In order to protect his people, even at the cost of his life. It's a pity that I can't see my grandson. That was the only regret in his heart.

"Come, dragon, taste the power of the Jackdaw Tribe artifact!" Clough roared like thunder, and the entire camp could hear it clearly. "Come on, show me how strong you really are!"

The red dragon showed a sly smile, his eyes narrowed into a line, and then raised his head and looked down condescendingly: "Wow, how can you know how powerful I am, when you can't see anything?"

A magically created environment of complete darkness spread out from the red dragon's body, and all light disappeared, even the dragon fire could only burn without light. Only powerful light spells can penetrate this darkness, and even dwarves with dark vision cannot see in such situations. The red dragon was unaffected, and with its other two senses—a very sensitive sense of smell and a sense of touch capable of detecting tremors from a distance—it gathered all the information it needed to attack and defend.

After a few breaths, the darkness was gone, and Clough was nowhere to be found, except for an ice spear stuck in the ground. Ice crystals shook off the spear and shattered on the ground.

Kerry, Siegel and the others had already arrived nearby, just in time to see this scene. The giant roared madly and threw the throwing gun in his hand. The power of his blood, muscles, and Siegel's magic combined, sending the spear across the battlefield like lightning, shooting straight at the red dragon's body before the sound of breaking the air caught its attention. Even the city walls would have shattered under the power of such a siege crossbow, not to mention the dragon's scales, and the spear had gone straight into it, piercing through the root of the red dragon's right front leg and plunging into its chest.

With an earth-shattering roar, the dragon slammed its wings and blew everything around it away, sending even giants like Kerry tumbling backwards for several meters. The dragon's crawling movements became very clumsy, and blood continued to drip from its legs, which flowed onto the grass and began to burn. It sniffed around, and in addition to the black smoke, sparks began to emerge from its nose.

"I smell you, bug, don't try to hide!" the red dragon looked left and right, his whole body exuding terrifying power. "What a strange smell, more than one?" it looked up and saw a tall tent standing in a very conspicuous place, and a fresh smell of blood wafting from it.

"Oh, is that your seed, bug?" the red dragon narrowed his eyes together and turned his head to run past, the earth trembling, everything around him shattered under the slap of the dragon's tail. "Come and see the Flame Roasted Bug?!" it said something that made Kerry despair.

The dragon took a sharp breath, then spewed dragon flames with all his might, engulfing the tent of the giant Kerry, and instantly ignited a fire. Kerry dropped his weapon and rushed in like madness, also engulfed in flames.

Seeing this, Siegel fell to his knees at once, tears streaming down his face, and he trembled all over. His cutlass and wand had fallen to the ground, and he was powerless to resist, completely controlled by pain. The dragon's shadow covered the sky, and the beast was slowly and ferociously walking towards him, its jaws wide open as Siegel stared at the throat of the burning fireball.