Chapter 1055 Dragon and Phoenix

The dwarves' attack was unstoppable. The vengeful spirits of their ancestors were before them. Any son of the mountains with anger and oaths flowing in their veins could not refuse the determination to die.

And it was obviously not in line with Caledor's idea that the dwarves would take the lead in confronting Druzy. Dwarves, please give way first. Your short legs are not suitable for such a grand battlefield.

The black dragon soared into the sky. Imrik, sitting on the dragon saddle, raised the dragon horn that had sounded in Nagarys. The long-cherished wish of the ancestors that had never been fulfilled in the past would now be fulfilled by the blood descendants.

"Woo~" The melodious horn sounded deeper and deeper than the previous imitations. This artifact originated from the ancestor of the fire dragon was so powerful that the bloodthirsty beasts that were ready to go under the whip of the beast trainer, after hearing the low roar of the dragon, shrank their necks and dared not look up to the sky.

The fear from the blood gene resurfaced. Before the dawn of creation, the dragon was the undisputed overlord of this planet, and Caledor, the legitimate successor of Dragon Father Dragunir, had directed his anger at Druzy.

Under the call of the lord, the dragon army soared in the sky. For a moment, the sky was full of beautiful figures of colorful dragons, golden red, red and yellow, white and blue... like a colorful giant rainbow swooping forward.

"Dragon army..." Even if you are a fool, you will understand what kind of dangerous situation you are about to encounter after seeing hundreds of dragons in the sky.

The call of the dragon horn made all Druzy tremble with fear. Is it possible to defeat the dragon army?

I don't know, but Druzy understands one thing. If the dragons continue to dive, they will definitely die!

The siege crossbows that were specially transferred and disassembled from the Black Ark were aimed at the sky. If some dragons cannot be shot down before the breath comes, the war will fall into a huge disadvantage from the beginning.

Siege crossbows as thick as ordinary people's thighs flew out with the momentum of breaking through the air. Under Malekith's crazy arrangement, almost all the crossbows that could be mobilized were here. The Druzy soldiers who were supposed to be filler babies were carefully selected and arranged in the most "safe" position - artillery.

Roughly speaking, the black siege crossbows formed a black rain in the sky. There was no need to aim too much time. The dragons whose shadows had already covered the earth were the best targets.

Old Mi was not given special attention. Perhaps Druzy also understood that instead of wasting important time on the ancient dragons, it would be better to take the opportunity to shoot more Sun Dragons with fragile scales.

But Druzy has a way, and the dragons also have countermeasures.

At Minasnir's call, the older dragons in the first row puffed up their chests and blew out breaths that were enough to melt steel with sharp eyes.

For a moment, the sky was covered with deep purple and red flames. The breath of the Shining Star Dragon with strong magical wind easily dissolved the black steel that Duruqi was proud of, and the breath of the Silver Moon Dragon, although slightly weaker than that of the elders, was enough to burn the wooden handle of the siege crossbow into ashes.

The remaining fish that slipped through the net were also intercepted by the magic of the dragon wizard. Groups of fireballs hit the siege crossbow with extremely precise postures. Even if they were moving at high speed in the sky, the noble wizards from the Flame Tower could still cooperate perfectly with their companions and win battles one after another.

But there are always some accidents, such as a large group of phoenixes that appeared from nowhere, interrupting the progress of the dragon army's dive.

"Phoenix..." Imrick was inevitably confused. Judging from the biological characteristics alone, these winged birds are not very closely related to Asuryan.

Although they are often used as symbols of the gods above the gods, they are not really under the jurisdiction of the Temple of the Platinum Flame. At best, they are just somewhat related. The one who can really be regarded as the followers of Asuryan is the Omen of Asuryan that emerged from the Holy Fire.

When the arcane phoenix with colorful feathers appeared on its surface, which was enough to burn everything, Imrik suddenly realized that Malekith had obviously mobilized the power of the Platinum Phoenix Flame in a way he didn't know to summon an Omen of Asuryan.

"But whoever stands in the way of the dragon army will be crushed! Keep attacking!"

The roar of the dragon and the cry of the phoenix echoed in the sky. The two noble creatures that once symbolized the protection of Ulthuan fought each other, which was enough to make the Everqueen sad.

Alarielle was surrounded by important figures from the Inner Ring Kingdoms. Although he was not very happy, Alaros still squeezed into a group of Asur.

When the hero saw the shadow of the dragon army covering the earth, he was very glad that he had listened to Queen Ariel's wishes and let Asrai return to the Phoenix Court. Otherwise, if Athel Loren faced the attack of hundreds of dragons, it would not be comparable to the beastmen.

"Your Majesty, we should also attack, Asrai obeys your orders."

"The plunderers of Airion..." Gilgarion looked strange. To be honest, he would rather let the plunderers avenge the massacre a thousand years ago than kill Druzy.

But this matter... Prince Ma had a new plan in his mind. If Asrai returned to the Phoenix Court, he would let the zerglings in the forest understand in the political conspiracy that everything would cost a price.

"The best knights in the inner circle, waiting for your majesty's dispatch."

The temporary leader was Ogsger, who was in charge of the Grand Mage Council and the Magic Sword Council. He didn't want to say much, so this bunch of trash just verbally nagging, and when they really wanted to take action, they organized a charge the moment the dragon horn sounded.

He apologized to His Majesty respectfully, "Your Majesty, Lord Edgar, the vanguard of Caledor, has informed the White Tower of Hoth in advance that the dragon army needs the help of the archmage and the magic swordsman. If you agree, the warriors of Safri will attack with Caledor."

"No, Ogsger, this is not an attack by Safri and Caledor, but a war of Asur." After the Everqueen emphasized the name of the war, she nodded to Ogsger, "Follow your idea. In the matter of war, we should respect the opinions of every elder."

"Yes." When Ogsger left, he accidentally bumped into Alaros once, causing the hero to stagger.

The chief magic swordsman said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you, I didn't expect Asrai to be so delicate."

It was these idiots who pushed Teclis to the side of the Witch King. This was the judgment of the White Tower of Hoth. What's wrong with the power of the Oak of Ages? Didn't you Asrai take enough from Ulthuan?

"I'm fine." Alaros gritted his teeth and responded. Except for Avalon and Iris, who were more lenient with Asrai, almost every kingdom in Ulthuan was unhappy with their cousin.

"That's good. I hope you will have good luck in fighting and don't lose face for Athel Loren on the battlefield."

Still apologetic, Ogsger led a mysterious man to Caledor's position. He believed that since the dragon army had already gone to battle, the rest of the people would never wait too long.