Floating above the land, a boy with short curly blue hair and glowing yellow eyes hovered.
There were horns above his head, and his eyes were slit like a serpent. On his back were two large, blue dragon wings, which represented his side of this war.
Behind him were hundreds of n and won like him, wielding weapons of different sizes and forms.
"There's no need to talk to them. Their leader hasn't arrived, and they'll only want to fulfill their duty," Quan said, and then a sword with a blue blade appeared in front of him.
Its hilt had the design of a dragon's head, while the blade had a dark blue color with various golden engravings and symbols on it. An invisible aura of authority covered him, making the others behind him feel a thrill in their bones.
"Kill all of them." The prince's voice was low, and yet so cold, it sent a shiver down the enemies' spines.
The dragons behind him lunged forward towards them, all wielding various weapons.
On the ground were hundreds of n, with black scales covering their bodies like a sort of protection, and they were ready to fight to the death.
Yuan went forward himself, crashing into the ground and making the surrounding enemies shake from the impact.
The drakes seed to still be grounded; however, they all lunged at the prince, attacking from all directions.
The prince frowned, then boosted towards one direction with his sword. A bright blue fla covered his sword.
He waved his hand, making a clean cut with the sword as if he had practiced it millions of tis.
There was a wave of flas that devoured the drakes in front of him, blinding them, and he sped forward, slicing and killing them.
The trees in the distance burned violently. Both dragons and drakes were dying by their hands; it was a truly brutal scene.
"Quan!!" A voice rang out in the air, and Quan looked up with his dragon eyes and jumped, flying high into the sky.
He finally arrived in front of a man dressed in black clothing. The man had a scar on his left eye and gazed at the prince of dragons before him.
"Does Gazan think so lowly of that he sends his son?" Saudre said as he gazed at the prince.
"It's an honor to be fighting you. Feel free to give it your all," Quan said as he brandished his sword.
Bluish scales began to appear on his body as his skin turned blue.
Saudre only smiled. With a wave of his hand, a long black pipe extended from his hands. It was straight like a spear, seeming flexible.
A thick black miasma wrapped the spear in his hands, making it seem mystical and dangerous.
"Taking seriously, eh? Co." He gestured for Quan to co at him, and Quan only frowned as he suddenly blasted towards the Drake lord with speed close to that of sound.
Saudre waved his spear, clashing with the sword that ca for his head, and then they began to brandish weapons as they clashed.
However, Saudre was pushing the little prince back as his weapon was very long. He made countless rotations, looking for a clean sweep of the prince.
Quan wasn't weak on his own, and he gritted his teeth.
"Arghhh!!!" He shouted loudly, and a wave of bright blue flas erupted from his body.
He erged from it and looked at Saudre, who put on his scales to protect himself from the flas.
The flas seed to have a bright light attribute that could blind his vision for a bit. He only waved his hand, covering his entire body with miasma.
The skies shook, and the drakes below looked up at the prince and their lord, who were about to kill each other.
"I'm not even going to waste ti. Call your father. Your flas are impressive... But you haven't seen anything like ." Saudre's voice was stern.
His gaze was unwavering and strong. The spear in his hand was thirsty for blood!
Quan only brandished his sword, moving towards Saudre.
The black dragon only snorted, and then he felt another presence far stronger than Quan's coming towards him.
A small black ball appeared in his palm, and with a single motion, it expanded to cover even Quan, who entered it.
An orange light spread in front of the large black ball, which seed to cover more than a hundred ters in diater.
It was Dian. His eyes were now bright yellow, slit like a dragon's. He had two horns, which were bigger than the prince's, and his wings were brown, covered by glowing markings that resembled cracks.
The ball was large and intimidating, releasing an aura of death that made Dian nervous to enter.
"Why stare, general?"
Dian looked down to see another drake flying towards him.
'Only drakes who achieve fourth class will be able to fly. How many of them have reached that level?' Dian's mind raced.
The man who ca looked to be even older than Dian. With long grey hair and red eyes, he brought out a long sword, and Dian stretched out his hands.
A broadsword seed to form out of the air, with a mystical presence attached to it.
He held the sword, and then full body armor covered him. It was like little pieces that ford around his body and covered his face too.
The old man only smiled before removing his shirt. He was ripped, with muscles and veins all around his body.
His black scales began to appear and cover him, and he flew towards Dian, waving his sword with all his strength.
The air shook as the two dragons clashed. Their silhouettes flashed as they clashed ti and ti again.
The two of them knocked each other back and went for another attack.
*BOOM!!*
Dian looked towards where the black ball was and he saw Saudre holding the bloodied prince by his hair and general Dian flew to the prince as his eyes widened.
As he diverted, a shadowy blade which seed transparent shot towards Dian and pierced him from behind.
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