Chapter 43: Surprised? I Have a Dragon!
A pale golden light surged from Angela's body.
After leading the battle and achieving victory, she successfully advanced to Level 2 Knight and gained a new War Aura skill!
The Courage Aura increased the morale of all allied units within a 50-meter radius by +2, Strength by +1, and Attack Power by 10%!
The soldiers felt a warm power rising within them, and they shouted for victory, marching forward in unison, charging toward the slaver group members behind the hundreds of kobolds!
Not a single one of them backed down or showed fear!
They longed for victory to protect their homeland and repay the lord!
The slaver professionals all showed strange expressions, then burst into laughter:
"These guys are so dumb. Do they really think those hundreds of kobolds are just illusions?"
"They're actually coming straight at us? Do they really have such big guts? Haha, we've already won!"
"Keep up with the kobolds! As soon as their formation breaks, we'll charge in!"
"Everyone else, circle around! Make sure no one gets to Bay Village first; this time we get to choose first!"
"Haha, I've never killed a noble before, leave this one to me!"
"Everyone, keep an eye out for the spellcaster, and take him out first!"
"Charge together!"
"..."
Thinking they had victory in the bag, the slaver members howled as they charged forward.
What intrigued Matthew was that these kobolds, resembling upright lizards, didn't attack the slaver members. Instead, they ran even faster as they were chased.
Without hesitation, Matthew observed the kobolds as they entered his 100-meter range, and detailed information appeared:
Name: Guli Jiwa.
Race: Kobold.
Class: Level 1 Warrior.
Talent: None.
Attributes:
Strength: 4.
Agility: 11.
Constitution: 6.
Intelligence: 4.
Perception: 7.
Charisma: 3.
Specialties: Mining, Eating.
Weaknesses: Afraid of bright light, dislikes sunlight.
Status: Driven by the aura of a high-level magical creature, in fear...
Evaluation: In large numbers, they can become extremely fierce.
As expected, the kobolds' attributes were unimpressive, even worse than an average adult male.
However, the evaluation of the kobolds was equally interesting.
As long as they had the advantage in numbers, they could shift from cowardly and scared to vicious and cunning!
Matthew also figured out why the kobolds were being driven by the slaver group members, and he felt some admiration for their methods.
Indeed, there are clever people in every world who find ways to benefit themselves.
Matthew guessed that this wasn't the first time the Bloodhand Slaver Group had used these kobold packs.
These free cannon fodder, while weak individually, were impressive in numbers.
When faced with tricky opponents, they were excellent for probing or serving as meat shields.
As the kobolds drew closer to the soldiers, Matthew could even see the rows of fine teeth in their gaping mouths.
Good teeth!
Matthew's gaze passed over the kobolds, focusing on Bloodhand Kahn and the other slaver members following behind in a wedge-shaped charge formation. A slight smile crept onto his lips.
Leon adjusted his steps and breathing, his sharp eyes locking onto the kobolds charging four or five meters ahead of him. In a split second, he identified their fatal weaknesses.
They were everywhere!
He was confident that he could pierce a kobold's throat, chop off its head, or even disembowel it in an instant.
However, positioned within the formation, Leon restrained this urge.
His real targets were the roving professionals and rangers trying to circle around and surround them.
As for the kobolds in front of him, Leon trusted that Matthew would handle them, for this lord always followed through on his words!
All the soldiers believed this too!
Just as the barking kobolds were about to collide with the shield-bearing soldiers,
A bright silver figure flew down from the sky, accompanied by a sharp, clear roar and a terrifying pressure, landing in the midst of the gathered kobolds.
"Roar...!"
Though the roar still carried a trace of immaturity, its tangible majesty sent all the kobolds into instant panic.
The fear ingrained in their bloodline blanked their minds, and they dropped to their knees, not daring to move an inch.
Only a few of the larger kobolds, with slightly stronger willpower, upon seeing the figure in the sky, willingly knelt as well, bowing their heads and barking in reverence.
"A great dragon..."
"We've finally seen a true dragon...!"
"We will never run again..."
"Humble servants, awaiting the arrival of the great and beautiful dragon..."
"Great master, we've waited for you for so long!"
"..."
Hundreds of kobolds immediately fell to the ground, unwilling to make any other move. Even when the advancing soldiers roughly pushed them aside, they either got up quickly or simply collapsed again.
All the slaver group members stared in disbelief at the figure circling in the sky, their voices trembling with a mix of excitement and fear:
"A dragon..."
"A real dragon!"
Yaya, the young dragon beast, upon displaying her dragon might, was now being treated as a real dragon.
Matthew paid no mind to the confusion. Seizing the moment when the slaver group's morale had crumbled, he raised his staff high:
"Fireball!"
A massive fireball whizzed toward the slaver group members, who, under the influence of the dragon's might, had no time to dodge.
With a thunderous explosion, four or five charred corpses scattered across the ground.
Only Bloodhand Kahn remained standing in the center, but the necklace around his neck had cracked, clearly damaged by absorbing the fireball's force.
Bloodhand Kahn's bloodshot eyes glared furiously at Matthew behind the soldiers as he stormed forward in a frenzy.
"Huh? Charging?"
"Fireball!"
Matthew's mana surged out as he launched a second spinning fireball toward the charging Bloodhand Kahn.
Bloodhand Kahn's face paled under his mask. He roared angrily, dark red battle energy surging out as he raised his large axe high and struck the incoming fireball with all his might.
Boom!
The roaring flames sent scorching waves of heat, knocking several nearby professionals off their feet.
All the slaver group members stared in horror at the center of the explosion.
As the searing flames gradually dissipated, Bloodhand Kahn, now covered in black burn marks, slowly rose from a half-kneeling position.
"Ah...!"
A deep roar erupted from him, and the blood-red battle energy surged violently as Bloodhand Kahn charged forward once again.
Just then, a dim light struck Bloodhand Kahn's chest, instantly slowing his pace.
Immediately after, another fireball whizzed toward him!
"No...!"