Ashrufat stopped, watching the hydra in front of him fall in a whimper. A fatal blow to its heart had destroyed the monster's powerful life force. However, he had seen the dying counterattack of this monster, so he stepped back a little. But this time his caution was unnecessary, for the beast did not launch a dying attack, but continued to make this whimpering sound, and its body twitched, slowly ceasing to move.

Far away from him, two more hydras were hunted under siege by the Juggernauts. These monsters have been besieged from three sides, and most of them have been wiped out, and now there is no chance to get away with it. At the end of the chaotic vision, Ashruphat saw a dragon prince stab the hydra in a deadly position with his spear with the help of his mount's charge.

Farther away, the Talon ballista had changed the target of its firing and began to suppress the central forces of the Dark Elves. At this point, the operator is using a new, thinner arrow that can fire six rounds at a time. These arrows were a hundred times more terrifying than the bows or crossbows fired by the hands of soldiers, and no armor could resist them. The Dark Elves' arrows were immediately visibly suppressed, and the number of repeater shooters was decreasing at a rate that was visible to the naked eye. Each wave of ballista fires decreases considerably.

At this time, he heard a loud roar. There was a kind of soul-shaking magic in the roar of the hydra, it was not the roar of the hydra, but another creature, one far more powerful than the hydra. In contrast, the hydra is called a "dragon" simply because its head resembles that of the creature.

It was a black dragon, and it was roaring defiantly.

"Prince Ashrufat, I know that you are here, do you dare to come out and fight me!" Hurd shouted in challenge. He harnessed his dragon and charged towards a phalanx of archers from the Warrior Elves. He was greeted by a rain of arrows like flying locusts, but the arrows did no harm. This was because the wind generated by the dragon's wings flapping was enough to shoot away the arrows that were not strong enough to shoot through its hard scales.

The black dragon pounced on the group of archers. It erupted in a flame of death before it finally rushed down. This flame was much more terrifying than the flames of the hydra, instantly reducing dozens of warriors in front of them to ashes. Then the dragon rushed down, using its minions to ravage the archers who lacked melee skills.

"Your Royal Highness, you have won this battle, don't worry about him. One of the soldiers next to him suggested to him.

"Prince Ashrufat," a dragon prince came to him before Ashrufat could decide, "I am trained in air combat, and I am willing to fight for you." ”

"No, I'll do it myself. Ashruphat made a decision in the next moment. It's not so much the result of calm thinking as it is his nature.

"Lend me the horse. He ordered the Dragon Prince. The latter immediately rolled over and dismounted, handing the reins to Ashrufat.

Hurd had already dispersed the group of archers in front of him at this time and flew into the sky again. He noticed that the operators of the ballistas were diverting their war machinery, perhaps intending to shoot dragons with them. This is a stupid and helpless move. This is because this war machine poses only a limited threat to flying dragons. A ballista is meaningless if it is not aimed at the target. And the dragon that can fly freely on the battlefield and move quickly cannot be aimed at at all.

Only in the most fortunate circumstances, taking advantage of the gap between the dragon and the dragon, could the ballista be able to damage it. But Hurd would never let that happen.

Ignoring the useless war machines, Hurd turned his attention to another group of archers. No, it was a group of shadow warriors, whom Prince Ashrufat had placed here, intending to use them to launch a diversion raid at the right time. But that plan is coming to an end. As the black dragon rushed down, the shadow warriors immediately showed signs of collapse.

Then Heard the roar of another dragon.

Is it finally here? He retracted his dive and flew high into the air in a hover. Sure enough, in the distant sky, another dragon was flying towards him.

He raised his spear aloft and controlled his mount to approach slowly. In this way, when he flies and charges at full speed, the opponent will be caught off guard and lose the opportunity to attack first. The black dragon and he have a heart-to-heart, together they have defeated many enemies who dare to come to fight, and this time should be no exception.

Then Heard noticed a couple of interesting things. Prince Ashrufat sat upright on the saddle, but his legs were not tied to the saddle. This makes it impossible for his dragon to perform difficult flight maneuvers, as this would cause its rider to be thrown out of the way. In addition, Prince Ashrufate held not a dragon spear used in air battles, but a giant sword. Although by the standards of the "sword" it is long and large, in air combat it is impossible to reach the opponent with such a weapon. Unless the two dragons fought hand-to-hand, Prince Ashrufat would never have the opportunity to use his sword.

Hurd took a part of his mind and took a closer look at the situation on the battlefield. Those stupid Talon Ballista operators were still trying in vain to aim at him. In addition to this, he saw several magicians of Azur. These Archmages had gained the upper hand in previous magic wars, leaving the few Warlocks in his army without the opportunity to use magic at all.

The prince himself was a decoy, and the real attack came from magic? he had estimated this possibility in his mind, it was impossible for a prince with a blood dragon as his banner not to understand air combat. He harnesses the black dragon to move sideways, avoiding the cast range of the Great/Mage.

Prince Ashruphat and his dragon followed.

Hurd flanks/flies to the flanks of the battlefield while observing the battlefield, looking for dangers that he might have overlooked. After seeing the lord himself on the battlefield, the morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted and the decline was temporarily stabilized. He saw his son lead the Dark Guardians in a bloody battle with the Phoenix Guards of Azur. From his position, the Dark Guardians are faster, capable of striking twice in a single attack. However, the Phoenix Guards were clad in fine armor and possessed divine powers, allowing them to avoid most of the attacks, and the two sides were at a stalemate, and for a moment it was impossible to see who had the upper hand. But farther away, he saw that the White Lion warriors had resisted the attacks of the Chill Knights with their characteristic tenacity and tenacity, while a small group of Silver Helmet Knights were coming from the center to support them.

Now the two armies are fighting fiercely, but the situation is unfavorable for Hurd. The Azuls have gained absolute superiority on their right flank, and the Dragon Princes and Swordmasters have wiped out most of the hydra. By the time they're done with the job at hand, the center of the Dark Elves will be crushed from both sides. At that time, everything will be irreparable.

He sent his mount to a maneuver again to come face to face with the prince. As the two men approached, Hurd aimed his dragon lance at the prince, causing his mount to suddenly accelerate.

The black dragon flapped its wings violently and rushed towards the other party. At the end of its approach, it makes a sideways tilt that makes it easier for the dragon lance to be aimed at the target.

Hurd then saw an incredible sight of Prince Ashruphat actually getting up from his saddle. Moments after the two sides approached, the prince left his mount and leaped towards the black dragon.

Hurd subconsciously gave up the opportunity to attack, and instead let his dragon leave into the slash. In this case, the prince will directly perform a high-altitude fall. But maybe it was too incredible for him to react. Prince Ashrufat managed to jump onto the black dragon's back.

Now, the prince was about three paces away from him, and his legs were so attached to the saddle that he couldn't avoid them. A different dragon knight might have panicked because of this unfavorable situation, but Hurd was not that kind of fool. He was well aware that on the surface it seemed that the prince had taken advantage of the situation, but in fact the advantage was still on his side.

The black dragon's body began to sway from side to side, which was enough to make the prince unsteady on his footing and unable to move. Hurd let go of the useless dragon lance and took full control of his mount, intending to perform a quick maneuver to throw the prince off the dragon's back.

Ashrufat raised his sword and slashed at the black dragon's neck. The dragon couldn't resist in this situation, and allowed the greatsword in his hand to cut deep into his neck until it caught in the bone. Blood spurted out along the wound and spilled in the wind.

The black dragon let out a loud roar that made it impossible for the rider to control it well for a moment. Taking advantage of this gap, Prince Ashrufat sharply withdrew his long sword, and took advantage of this momentary balance to slash at it with a sword.

The entire battlefield was so engrossed by the dragon's deafening roar that they even suspended the battle in their hands. Everyone saw the black dragon swaying, unsteady gliding. And on the side of the black dragon, the star dragon could not see the figure of the rider.

Who exactly won this victory?

Using the power of magic, Ashruphat was suspended in the air. In front of him was the shattered body of the Dark Elven Lord. There is still a spark of life left in this body. He left the dying black dragon in the distance to his mount to deal with. Face yourself against this opponent who claims to be invincible in air combat.

However, in the face of Ashrufat, who has a power far beyond normal creatures and can play cards without following the rules, even the best dragon knights are useless.

"You...... It's not Azul......," Hurd struggled. But his voice was too soft, and he was too far away from the others for no third person to hear him but him and Ashrufat.

"You guessed it. Ashrufat replied.

"Who the hell are you......" Hurd's dying eyes flashed with a sparkle of thirst for answers.

"What is sought on the battlefield is victory, not answers. It doesn't matter who the opponent is!" Eshuruphat replied, swinging his sword and slashing off the head of the dark elven lord.

At this time, the star dragon had already burned the black dragon's last life with a ball of flames. When the mortally wounded, incapacitated beast fell from the sky, it flew back to its owner. Ashruphat returned to the saddle of the Star Dragon, holding the head of the Dark Elven Lord aloft in his hands.

Faced with this situation, the Divine Martial Elves on the battlefield cheered in unison, and then pounced on those opponents who had lost their souls and no longer had the fighting spirit.

"What's going on?" The Assassin asked a puzzled question as he saw that the outcome had been decided, far from the battlefield. He had just witnessed a scene of the "trapeze".

"Nothing, just to show that Prince Ashrufat was not only a warrior, but also a magician. The witch replied coldly. "Lord Hurd was too confident to notice this! ”