"Damn! Is your dragon knight's forbidden spell really this enduring?" Aranthor crouched low, gritting his teeth, as he stared intently at the celestial energy swirling above him.
"Do you think a forbidden spell just instantly wipes out the enemy? Many forbidden spells have lasting damage!" Elenthor rolled her eyes, leaning against the base of the city wall.
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Long before Skye unleashed the Dragon Star Meteor, Azog and Bolg felt the chilling pulse of energy.
In an instant, they activated their skills: one burrowed deep into the earth while the other retreated frantically from the impact zone.
"Pfft!" A hand burst from the ground, followed by the ragged figure of Azog crawling out from the rubble. Spitting out dirt, he dazedly looked around.
"Roar!" The furious pale orc was incensed by the sight of countless corpses scattered before him. Burning with rage, he raised his enchanted war hammer and roared.
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"This is impossible! The dragon knight has vanished beneath this starlit sky!" Bolg exclaimed, horrified, as he gazed at the rampant starlight.
In his memory, the profession of dragon knight had long faded into obscurity alongside the rift between dragonkind and humanity!
Apart from a few dark dragons who had defected to sinister factions, most of the dragonkind loyal to order retreated to Dragon Island in the western seas, living in seclusion.
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"Roar!" With the end of the forbidden spell, Skye, paralyzed in his spellcasting, regained focus and unleashed his breath of annihilation.
"Unforgivable!" Azog angrily lifted a skewed dragon-hunting crossbow. With bulging muscles, he pulled back the bowstring, which should have required several orcs, with astonishing ease.
"Boom!" As he triggered the mechanism, the black arrow shot forth, racing straight towards Elandor and his companions.
"Skye! Black Arrow!" Elandor's mental connection with Skye vibrated violently, urging the starlight dragon to react to the impending danger.
"Whoosh~" Two massive, powerful wings spread wide, and with a flick of his tail, Skye swiftly changed his flight direction.
"Hiss~" The ear-piercing sound of the black arrow slicing through the air came from beside Skye.
Both Elandor and Skye narrowly dodged the arrow, feeling the searing heat and sharpness of the arrowhead as it whizzed past! Don't forget, there was still a black arrow embedded in Skye's side.
"That damned little ant is over there!" The dragon's slit pupils clearly reflected Azog's silhouette, bracing himself against the dragon-hunting crossbow.
"Whoosh… Roar!" With a powerful intake of breath, the dragon's flame entwined with the air. As Skye's chest contracted rapidly, a brilliant stream of dragon breath shot forth, targeting Azog.
In terror, Azog dropped the dragon-hunting crossbow and turned to flee, leaping away to a safe distance of several dozen meters, just evading the incoming dragon breath.
Skye casually tilted his head, and the dragon breath altered its course, continuing the pursuit of Azog.
"Boom!" The distinctive tearing sound of the black arrow pierced the air, striking swiftly towards the airborne star dragon.
Sensing the lethal threat, Skye twisted his body mid-air in an effort to evade, but the black arrow still pierced through the membrane of his right wing.
"Roar!" The star dragon let out an enraged cry. That damned little ant managed to fire a black arrow without a heavy crossbow.
This revealed another characteristic of the black arrow: versatility! The numerous wind magic spells covering it allowed the user to launch it without a firing mechanism!
As long as one possessed immense strength, they could indeed launch a black arrow by hand, achieving the same effect as if fired from a crossbow! Azog had just seized the moment and thrown a black arrow!
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"What kind of pathetic dragon knight is this?" Reynard's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared, utterly stunned by Elandor's "remarkable" dragon-riding skills.
"Ahem, after all, elves don't have a knight profession... It's pretty good that he can do this," Lancelot remarked, covering his head.
"This doesn't resemble a dragon knight at all! Rather than a dragon knight, it's more like a ranger riding on a dragon..." Rynar observed thoughtfully, noting the awkward cooperation between Elandor and the star dragon.
After all, the star elves had spent three thousand years in relative peace and had hardly experienced war, which meant Elandor lacked the combat instinct that matched his rank.
"At this level, he shouldn't be called a dragon knight... More like a dragon ranger!" The knowledgeable Radir finished maintaining the magic for everyone, turning to look at Elandor and the star dragon in the distance.
"Dragon ranger?" Rynar suddenly recalled the rumors from an old game. Not every rider of a dragon could be called a dragon knight.
For instance, the priest Alita in the Dragon Temple was titled a dragon priest. It seemed that Elandor was on the verge of creating a new advanced class.
"The path of a pioneer is not an easy one…" Aivy, holding her staff, expressed her worries, clearly understanding that both Elandor and the dragon priest of her sanctuary were pioneers!
"They've retreated…" Lancelot frowned as he watched the star dragon stagger towards Loshanier City.
"They've done their best. Three black arrows should be enough to severely injure the star dragon.
After all, the star dragon is not known for its physical defense; their protection largely comes from the impeccable dragon barrier," the knowledgeable Radir sighed.
The young dragon ranger had ultimately fallen victim to inexperience.
"It's time for us to make our move!" Reynard grinned wickedly at the chaotic orc army in the distance.
Because of their scattered positions to evade dragon breath and the forbidden spells, they had completely lost any semblance of formation and their grassroots command.
"It's time to end this ridiculous war!" Lance took a deep breath, tightening his grip on his polearm.
"Gather my troops! We'll send them off on their last journey!" Rynar coldly glanced at the orc army, which resembled a scattering of sand.
"Knight Corps! Assemble!" Reynard mounted his steed, raising his lance high, the red-and-gold dragon banner fluttering in the wind.
"Rapid Infantry! Assemble!" Lance commanded, raising the green-and-blue-striped banner.
"Hey? The Grasp of River Running?" Rynar stared at the flag in surprise.
It was a high-grade war magic artifact exclusive to the Rapid Infantry. Its inherent effect granted the Courageous Heart—infantry under the banner would fearlessly charge into battle! Movement speed +50%!
But Rynar quickly understood, realizing that this was standard equipment for the Rapid Infantry.
Every Rapid Infantry possessed such an item, and in the Zaltarion Empire, it wasn't considered scarce at all. In fact, it was merely a high-grade consumable.
After all, the Rapid Infantry had annihilated countless enemies, and those banners had been destroyed in the process.
The fact that the empire could easily provide replacements showed the high production rate of these banners.
"Woo woo woo~" As the war horn sounded, Rynar's forces slowly emerged on the horizon, a wave of glimmering figures approaching from the east!
"In the name of River Running! Charge! For our lord! For our homeland!
For our allies! Rapid Infantry, move out!"
Lancelot waved his hand, and five battalions of 300 Rapid infantry surged forward, swiftly forming a wall of spears made up of their polearms as they ran!
"Tell the orcs! My Rapid infantry is back! Tremble, orcs!" Rynar shouted.
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