29 028 Wings of Fla_1
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The Sulfur Mountains were located to the south of Nolan Forest, ford by several active volcanoes that often erupted. It was nad for the ever-present sulfur sll in the surrounding air.
Where Nolan Forest t the Sulfur Mountains, the battlefield was once again littered with flesh and blood. Countless monsters were fighting here.
There were many types of monsters: one could find small, filthy kobolds and gnolls, as well as massive mountain giants made of stone.
There were even so elentals entirely composed of fire.
Most of the monsters participating in this battle had no strategy, nearly all fighting for themselves, driven only by their own instincts and desires for slaughter.
However, there were a few exceptions. In the direction of Nolan Forest, several elves using longbows hid at the periphery of the battlefield, systematically shooting down monsters from the Sulfur Mountains.
These elves were corrupted by Cassiopeia, the Mother of Thorns, and usually pampered like treasures in the Thorn Nest. Their status was more akin to her pets or playthings.
Normally, Cassiopeia wouldn’t bear to let these handso, beautiful elves go into battle, but this ti the Red Dragon’s assault was too fierce. It seed as if there were many new monster followers in its ranks.
Apart from these elves, the Lizardman Clan’s warriors were the most unique, hiding in unremarkable corners of the battlefield under their leader Saru’s command.
The most robust Lizardman Warriors stood in the front row, with turtle shell shields strapped to their left hands and stone axes in their right hands, or beast fangs tied to their fists for added lethality.
Together, they ford a tight shield wall at the forefront of their formation, with Lizardman javelin throwers and longbown, as well as a smattering of shamans, right behind them.
The Lizardn would only retaliate against the Red Dragon’s followers that dared to attack them, never initiating on their own accord.
Saru stood at the rear of his people, watching the aerial battle with concern. The Mother of Thorns, Cassiopeia, was being chased around by a Red Dragon that was much larger than her.
Though he no longer supported the Mother of Thorns, the Red Dragon’s victory would be even more detrintal to Otto’s growth.
The Thorn Legion’s aerial forces only comprised of giant eagles and a few chiras, while the Red Dragon’s camp boasted a dozen powerful wyverns and manticores. The disparity was huge in both quantity and quality.
Yet the battle on the ground went exceptionally well, with the mutated troll Kamia charging at the forefront of the Thorn Legion.
Taking advantage of his terrifying regenerative ability, he bulldozed through the horde of monsters like a war chariot, tearing anything that dared to stand in his way – friend or foe – into pieces.
After healing from his severe injuries, the troll underwent another mutation. The newly grown lower limbs were more like a pair of hands, and were just as agile as his four arms.
Kamia’s bizarre crawling, swift movent was more reminiscent of a six-legged spider.
A mountain giant, just about the sa height as Kamia, blocked his path. Yet, in a flash, Kamia snatched up the giant’s club and smashed him to pieces.
Ard with a new weapon, Kamia beca unstoppable. The feeling of unparalleled power intoxicated him.
He grabbed one of his own gnolls and shoved it alive into his mouth, imdiately covering his face and body with red and white bits of flesh and juices.
This horrifying scene struck fear in the heart of even the most slaughter-hardened monsters.
anwhile, in an unnoticed corner, several withered, yellow skeletons wobbled about on the edge of the battlefield.Their skulls flickered with eerie flas, their gazes fixed on the sky above the battlefield. Their jaws opened and closed, as if mocking everything happening below.
Cassiopeia was engaged in a tough aerial battle with the Red Dragon. This muscle-headed Red Dragon didn’t even bother to use magic, relying solely on its powerful body to smash through obstacles, occasionally spewing Fla Breath to disrupt its own flight path.
Although Cassiopeia looked down on the Red Dragon, she had to admit that its shaless fighting style was effective.
She tried to use magic to activate the nearby forest plants, turning them into poisonous, thorny stingers.
However, before her plan could succeed, the Red Dragon burned everything to ashes with a wave of fire, incinerating the nearby forest trees in the process.
Unable to best the Red Dragon in physical combat, her magic proved ineffective, and her poisonous breath was easily dispersed by its flas.
Green Dragons like Cassiopeia were at a natural disadvantage when facing Red Dragons of the sa class.
anwhile, the Giant Eagle and Chira were faring even worse. The Giant Eagle was no match for the Stinger Lion and was constantly on the losing end, occasionally being killed and devoured by the Stinger Lion.
The Chira and the Two-legged Flying Dragons were evenly matched in strength, but the Chira was outnumbered. If it weren’t for a few Wyverns being forced to deal with the rampaging Kamila, the aerial battlefront would have already collapsed.
Kamila was astonishingly leading the Thorn Legion like a war god up the Sulfur Mountains, allowing an ugly Troll to invade its territory — a massive insult to the Red Dragon.
That’s why it sent Wyverns to eliminate the hideous beast, significantly relieving the pressure on Cassiopeia.
For this reason, Cassiopeia silently congratulated herself for not swallowing Kamila out of rage back then. But before long, she recalled the cause of Kamila’s mutation – the ludicrous alliance she ford with that strange Silver Dragon nad Otto.
Cassiopeia secretly vowed, “Damn Silver Dragon, as smooth as your talk may have been, once this battle is over, I will hunt you down, crush your bones, and use your blood to create new Dragonborn monsters to arm my Thorn Legion!”
But now she didn’t have ti to dwell on other matters. The Giant Eagle had been completely defeated by the Stinger Lion, most of them killed and devoured, while the survivors fled in the direction of Nolan Forest.
Rather than pursuing the fleeing Giant Eagles, the Stinger Lion joined the battle between the Chira and the Two-legged Flying Dragons.
It was clear that the Chira would soon be defeated, and the Stinger Lion would join the battle between the two True Dragons, becoming the straw that would break Cassiopeia’s back.
Seeing the battle unfolding in his favor, the Red Dragon, who had never spoken a word before, now taunted Cassiopeia as he pursued her from behind, “Cassiopeia, look! Today, I will defeat you and beco the master of both Nolan Forest and the Sulfur Mountains. You, along with your Treasure Vault and territory, shall beco the spoils of war for the great Wings of Fla, Sitte Bragg!”
“You will soon witness this truth, right after my Wyverns defeat those ugly birds!”
Laughter erupted from Sitte Bragg, who had been chased by the Green Dragon for so long and had finally seen this day coming.
But as Sitte Bragg’s mocking gaze fell upon her and despair filled Cassiopeia’s eyes, a flash of silver shot past, slicing a Wyvern in two with a sharp dragon claw.
Laughter froze on the Red Dragon’s face…
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