The horn of the alarm sounded at noon, echoing among the rocks of the walled mountains. The dragon's figure finally appeared in the Black Blood Castle watchtower, where it could be seen. The scorching sun shone overhead, casting the dragon's shadow down, and the entire valley seemed to be shrouded in it.

It squinted at the castle halfway up the hill, knowing that the enemy must be hiding there. The location of the castle is just right, right next to the Wraith Passage. Instinctively, the wraiths chose this col by taking the shortest route and with the least amount of damage through the walled mountains. The result coincided with the orc's long-standing march route, and was within the reach of the Black Blood Castle.

The black dragon could already feel the breath of the humans in the castle, and knew that they were hiding behind the stones one by one, coveting their great figure through the cracks. It's useless, it's useless! It thought to itself that the stone would melt, the steel would dissolve, and the flesh and bones would turn into a viscous soup. Everywhere the black dragon passes, there is only death.

It began to descend. Let that weak white dragon crawl slowly behind you!

Kerry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dragon from the castle's protruding arrow tower. "It's finally here," he said, "see the dragon knight, a skull! Sure enough, it's a bastard with the red dragon! I've been waiting for a long time!"

The power of frost emerged from him, and the frozen armor covered the magic chain mail, forming a double protection. Then he put on the amplified runestone, wrapped the thick silver-white iron chain diagonally around his shoulders a few times, and picked up the Ice Spear.

"Warriors," his voice echoed through the valley, and even the dragons could hear it clearly. "Prepare for battle!"

"Fight! fight?" laughed the dragon, "I am the destroyer of all things, you ants!

"Look at the way it crawls. Kerry's voice was louder: "Doesn't it look like a dog!?"

The shadows fluttered down. Accompanied by a flood of acid. Enraged, the black dragon spreads its wings. Slam yourself into the Black Blood Castle. One arrow tower was snapped off, and the other cut a large gap. The acid sprayed in, and everything inside was flattened and then melted by the acid.

The dragon power spread, enveloping the entire castle. Siegel's spells were cast at the same time, and a large area of valor was covered in time. Although it can't completely counteract the influence of Long Wei, it greatly reduces the difficulty of resisting fear.

The warriors of the Raven tribe have a fighting spirit ignited by the flames of revenge, and the soldiers of the Heim leadership rely on the fighting spirit brought by hard training. Most of them survived the influence of Long Wei and maintained sufficient combat effectiveness.

The entire castle shook until the dwarven runes on the walls flickered and did not allow the dragon to cause further damage.

"Crossbowman, one round of shooting!" Kerry ordered, "Catcher, up!"

The crossbowmen leaned out from their hiding spots, aimed in the direction of the dragon, and pulled the trigger. A rain of arrows shot at the dragon from all directions, striking the dragon's scales and sending a dazzling cremation. Most of the bolts were bounced off by the hard, smooth dragon scales due to the angle and fell to the ground, but a few still stuck in the gaps in the scales.

The black dragon opened its mouth wide and sprayed the acid vigorously. Shoot towards the foundations of the castle building. It melts the rock, causing the building to collapse under its own gravity. The rats inside will be stoned and crushed to death, which is the most suitable way for them to die.

Siegel didn't agree.

The wall of force opened and blocked the direction of spraying. Acid can only corrode the ground, and on the ground there is a rune array carved by Siegel, which provides resistance to acid. A pipe excavated from the earth element was able to divert the acid outside the walls and spill it into the valley. This system won't last long, so I just hope that the progress of Kerry's dragon slaying will be faster.

The warriors emerged from the top of the castle and quickly ran to the intact ballista, loaded the special heavy crossbows, and aimed and fired. There were more than thirty heavy crossbow bolts flying towards the dragon, and even the black dragon did not dare to carry them. With the flick of its wings and tail, it cleared most of its bolts, but still had a few arrows in its hips and thighs.

"What kind of weapon is this, and it can pierce my scales?" the black dragon's anger was accumulating, and he almost lost his mind.

The warriors of the Raven tribe shouted in unison and ran towards the dragon from all directions, chains in their hands. This is the chain they built to slay the dragon, and after the blessing of the spirit of war, it will not be melted by the dragon flame. The goal of all was to hook the chains into the tail ring of the large crossbow bolt inserted into the dragon's body.

As the dragon swayed, the large bolt vibrated and protruded its claw hook from its tip, inserting it into the dragon's muscles. The hook is smeared with poison that can make the animal's body stiff and paralyzed. However, for the dragon's physique, this level of poison will not make it incapacitated, but it is impossible to force the crossbow out with the wriggling of muscles alone.

"Second round of shooting! Free shooting!" Kerry also rushed out, throwing the chain off his shoulder like a horsewhip. Prairie warriors approached from all directions, throwing throwing axes, javelins, and nets in their hands. These weapons did no harm to the dragon, only made him angrier.

Another rain of arrows fell, and the dragon hid its body under its wings. The seemingly thin wings are actually very sturdy, with only a few crossbow bolts piercing through them. Some of the smashed bolts emitted green slurry, which was seen by the Death Knight. He grabbed the dragon's back, rolled over and jumped down, standing side by side with the black dragon in the courtyard of the Black Blood Castle.

"Hurry, come forward!" exclaimed Kerry.

The Death Knight raises his mace, smashes the ground, and runs at the giant with wild vigour. Kerry gripped the Ice Spear and was about to face it, when a large gas elemental stood between them.

The wind howls, tornadoes form, and the Death Knight slows down. At this moment, a fire elemental also flew over, entangled the death knight along with the qi elemental. Both elements are transformed from the Rune Guardian Scepter, and the dwarven combat skills are instilled in their minds for the sole purpose of entanglement.

"Kerry, go slay the dragon. Siegel's voice reached the giant's ears. "I'm going to drag down the Death Knight!"

The dragon roared in the sky, its tail sweeping around with the rotation of its body. Since the Death Knight is also in the courtyard, it cannot attack the "master", so its range of action is affected. Although it managed to knock several warriors out of the air. Shake off a few chains. But it was still close. Three chains hooked into the heavy crossbow.

"Your strength can't pull me!" the dragon flapped its wings, "I will fly and rain acid and melt the whole castle!"

"It's late, black dog!" Kerry raised his ice spear and thrust it into the ground.

The power of ice spreads, and a layer of frost covers the entire courtyard. The chains blessed by the Spirit of War glow blue, echoing the ice on the ground. When the ice comes into contact with the chains, it freezes tightly to the ground.

"The Spirit of War protects us, the Spirit of the Ancestors watches over us, the Spirit of Nature rains down frost to control the enemy!" Kerry's voice echoed throughout the castle. All the soldiers were in high spirits. "Now is the time to reap the victory with courage and blood!"

The ice on the ground shatters as soon as you step on it, but where the chains are frozen, it is extremely strong. The Ice Spear stands in the courtyard, providing a constant supply of frost power. The Jackdaw tribe's artifact is that even birds in the sky can freeze spears, and only jackdaws that are immune to cold can keep flying. Countless years ago, it was a white jackdaw that brought a sharpshooter to the tribe and condensed the tribe. Countless years have passed from the Old World to the New World, and someone has finally been able to fully exert the power of this artifact.

The dragon realized that he could not fly, and a mouthful of acid sprayed at the chains. The powerful dragon's breath finally had an effect, and the power of the ice slowly waned. The power of the immobilized dragon has loosened.

"It's useless. The dragon pulled its claws out of the bloody chest of one of the warriors and said viciously, "When you are blind. How to fight me?"

It wields the power of darkness, blocking out all light around it, so that even dark vision cannot see anything. However, this had no effect on the dragon, which was able to "see" everything as usual by sensing the tremors around it. It imagined itself eating them all one by one, crunchy textures and the smell of flesh and blood.

The dark spell lasted only two seconds before it was dispelled. In addition to removing the black dragon's magic, Siegel also wielded his staff and constantly mobilized the power of the surrounding elements, which was used to replenish the consumption of air and fire elements. The Death Knight almost crushed the Elemental Rune Guardian several times, but relying on a steady stream of replenishment, the two Elemental Warriors were still tired and oblivious to their wounds.

"Mage, shrunken mage!" the dragon's nose sniffed, trying to find the caster's location. But the battlefield was so chaotic that its body began to feel pain, a feeling of being passed through by electricity. He jerked his head down and bit at the loudest commander.

Kerry ducked to the side, the dragon's teeth closing around him. The Ice Spear can only maintain its frozen power if it is stuck in the ground, but he is not without weapons. In addition to shabu slices, the corpse of the dead red dragon was also made into a dragon tooth dagger and a dragon claw scimitar. Siegel had taken a few dragon tooth daggers, but most of the rest were still in the Jackdaw tribe.

Dragon's teeth naturally penetrate the dragon's scales, and the only thing lacking may be strength or martial arts. With the dragon's head by his side, Kerry pulled out the dragon's tooth dagger from his lower back, thrust it into the skin near the corner of the dragon's mouth, and then rolled over and rode on.

The skin at the corners of the mouth is not covered with many scales, and it is expandable and elastic, making it one of the best anti-acids on the dragon's body, but it is not tough enough. Therefore, the dragon's tooth dagger easily cut a wound, causing the black dragon's blood to flow.

"Bastard!" the dragon twisted its head, trying to shake off its enemies. But Kerry lifted one of its scales and held it tightly, then clamped his legs around the dragon's neck to secure his position, then raised his dagger and pierced the skin beneath the scales with all his might.

The black dragon flicked its tail, only to find five strong men rushing up, lying on it, holding it back, it was about to wave its wings, and several spears with dragon teeth pierced its wings and restricted its movements, and it tried to roll and crush the enemy on its back, but three frozen chains stopped it from doing so.

He held his head high, ready to spray acid into the air, which would rain down and melt the flesh of these people. Siegel had already mentioned this in his knowledge of all the soldiers, about the signs before the Black Dragon's various means of attack were launched. The experience of fighting dragons that had been passed down in the Mage Guild and Federation was now passed on to the warriors of the Black Blood Castle - they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The black dragon lifted its head and upper body, revealing its abdomen with relatively fine scales. Since dragons like to sleep on their stomachs, this part touches the ground most of the time, making it difficult to attack, so the scales are not as thick as the back and tail, but are thin, dense and thin.

"Shoot!" Kerry shouted.

Countless crossbows flew in, all aimed at the black dragon's belly and neck. Dozens of plasma bolts were fired in, leaving only the short, slippery tail exposed.

Kerry was also hit by multiple arrows, knocking him off the dragon's back. He hurriedly disarmed the ice armor, then pulled the bolt from the chain mail and skin. It wasn't a joke, he didn't want to be ignited by the plasma.

The dragon sensed that something was wrong, and there was a sharp pain in the place where it was first shot, like flesh being gnawed, and the wound was constantly expanding. When it saw Kerry pulling out his bolt in a panic, and seeing the green energy liquid flowing from the shattered bolt on the ground, how could it not understand what was happening?

It was too many arrows to pull out one by one, so it began to chant the dragon mantra. Siegel smiled slightly, and saw this scene through the slit of the arrow tower. Judging by the sound of the incantation and the fluctuations in the magic, there is no doubt that this spell is driving away the metal. In this way, the dragon tried to squeeze all the bolts out of his body at once, even if he was hurt by it.

"It's beautiful. Siegel had been prepared to recite a spell at the same time as it, and two identical spells countered each other, and nothing happened.

Exactly a minute and a half later, the plasma bolt completely ruptured and began to wield. (To be continued.) )