Black Dragon Code

From the fields to the south came a strong wind, sharp as a blade.

In the Blackwing camp, a bonfire of counting money was lit, and the blazing flames dragged against the wind, dyeing the whole field red. The troglodyte stayed at the sentry post with a hand crossbow, vigilantly watching the wind and grass in all directions. The artillery and ballistas were already in place. Tank groups are on standby at all times.

Accompanied by the flying dragon, Garen climbed up a low slope. The well-trained orc soldiers did not come out, but quietly made way for the prince to climb up to the viewing point - in the endless wilderness, this low slope The slope is the highest point of the camp.

Looking from a high place, the field around the Blackwing camp seemed to be covered with densely packed ants. As these ants crawled, the entire ground wriggled and undulated.

"So many people." Blackia slightly exclaimed.

With a simple two-eye estimate, I know that the tribes participating in the war this time may be more than all the previous conquests of the empire combined, but the wilderness is unusually quiet. These natives silently carried out some order and gathered towards the Blackwing camp. .

"It was indeed beyond my expectations." Gallon said in a low voice, "But the natives holding those primitive weapons, relying on such a siege to defeat us, I'm afraid it's not enough."

"What about their blood curse? How are you going to deal with it?" Blackia asked.

"Cope with it normally."

"How to say?"

"The army of the empire ranks first in Elradia in terms of combat capability. Do you think Altorenzo's family has no experience in dealing with supernatural forces? If they are on another continent, they themselves are supernatural forces." Garen explained.

"Then let's see what these natives are going to do." After speaking, the female dragon raised her slender neck.

The aborigines stopped seven or eight hundred paces away from the Blackwing sentry post. A series of fires were ignited in the Veloster tribe, and the aborigines holding stone spears could be vaguely seen shouting from the upper body. Then, ten aborigines As a group, slowly roll out a frame of rough-made catapults.

Next, someone in the tribe cast a curse on blood, and the fire immediately shot up into the sky, forcing back the winter cold, and the grassland was brightly illuminated. They slowly pulled down the long arm of the catapult, and the other end of the long arm was filled with blood. Burning fireballs, after a series of muffled noises, countless trains around the camp started at the same time, and in a split second, the flames pierced through the air, and dozens of hundreds of fireballs pierced the dark night and fell towards the center of the Blackwing camp .

"Blakesia." Garen said in a deep voice.

One of the fire clusters was facing the low slope,

The fire was wrapped in black matter, like a huge meteor falling from the sky, and the scorching heat wave hit the face.

As soon as Garen finished speaking, the female dragon let out a dull roar, tensed her limbs and flicked her tail upwards, the tip of her tail collided with the fire mass, a mass of fire collapsed under the blow, and the burning fragments scattered down in the explosion, It was like a rain of fire.

The female dragon twisted her neck and shook the ashes on her body: "It's really useless, why don't you ask me to protect you."

Blacksia's physique has always been better than Gallon's. In Veloster, who can't use talents and spells, the difference in physical fitness between the two sides is obvious. If they fight here, it is estimated that the two Gallons are Blacksia's opponents. .

If the flames were wrapped in hard rolling stones, even the body of a giant dragon would probably feel pain, but now Garen has seen clearly that there is a black sludge-like substance inside those burning broken fires, emitting Billowing black smoke, the smoke has a faint smell of blood and an indescribable special smell. In addition to bringing flames, the fireball also brought thick smoke that covered the space.

"Our long-range troops will not be able to target if this continues," Commander Otomo said.

"You don't need to aim, just let them attack." Gallon said, "Notify the artillery array and tank group to launch an indiscriminate attack on the area where the indigenous people were found before, and blast out all the ammunition."

The towing trains are still firing, but the counterattack of the Black Wing has already begun. The artillery group launched a barrage attack that is far more ferocious than the opponent. The tank group also rumbled into action after a round of bombardment. Under the cover of demons and orcs, they ran towards the frontal battlefield.

After Otomo went down, Garen looked at the Black Wing camp in the distance through the thick smoke, and rubbed his head against Blackia's neck: "Actually, I don't know what to do."

There was no one around, and Garen's previous majestic and confident expression was gone. He rubbed Blacksia's ear and said softly: "We know too little about the so-called Golden City. On the contrary, through the coastal war, the opponent has already Know our strength. Under such circumstances, their decision makers still decided to go to war and surround us, do you think they are desperate or are they ready for a fatal blow?"

"It seems that you have considered this before." Blackia turned her head to look at him in surprise, and waited until Garen nodded: "Then you are still urging the troops to move forward and not digesting and consolidating your ruled area?"

"What can I do?" Gallon explained in a low voice, "Al Torrenzo is in a hurry and wants the material of 'dead iron'. Appeared in the Central Continent, controlled by the Golden City and some large tribes."

"Oh, so you can't wait to attack inland." Blackia snorted and smiled: "He himself is in Emperor Elladia, sleeping with the mother dragon in his arms, and we can't even use magic if we stay here You're going to suffer in that damn place, you fool, and now you're selling your life to Caesar."

Garen stared at the already boiling battlefield, his almond-shaped vertical eyes were beating with flames, he was breathing the whistling wind mixed with thick smoke, he was silent for a while, and then he whispered as if he lacked confidence: "I said before , Al Torenzo has been nice to us, I always have to do something for him."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and Blackia suddenly slapped him on the head: "Okay, stupid pig, show some previous momentum. Look at your useless appearance, we just met Sylvia when we were born. At that time, I didn't see what was going on with you."

"At that time, I was frightened and stupid." Gallon smiled innocently: "At that time, my mind was blank, and I foolishly ran after Al Torrenzo. Didn't you also follow?"

Blackia raised her head, the entire camp was filled with gunpowder smoke, and everything around her was engulfed in flames: "It's really spectacular, my teeth are already itching."

"So that these ignorant natives can see that even without talent and magic, a dragon is still a dragon." Garen nodded: "Let's go!"

"I'm not in the mood to take care of you later." Blackia shrank her wings and jumped forward: "Remember what you said, don't die here."