At first glance, it looked like a Wizard casting an Arcane Explosion spell, the huge purplish-blue ball of light expanding at high speed. However, it was clear that it was actually a huge turbulent flow of arcane energy in the form of an Arcane Missile.
After destroying the target it was supposed to attack, this huge ball of arcane energy suddenly flashed and crashed into another hill in the distance.
"Break! Break! Break! Break! "The violent arcane energy turned into countless blue arrows of light, turning the entire hill into a sieve. Gravel flew everywhere, and the dust settled in the damp breeze unique to the wetlands.
It was no wonder that Sasha was so agitated. The intense undulations of arcane energy told the Red Dragon in the sky that something big had happened.
The dragons knew how much damage a Morning Star Wizard could cause, and would not ignore it.
In this era where illiterates were everywhere, some might know that human magic came from the high elves, but very few knew that the dragons were the ancestors of magic. In ancient times, when the Creation Titans had arranged for the five dragons to become the Dragon Protectors of the World of Azeroth, they had arranged for the oldest Blue Dragon King, Malygos, to be the protector of magic.
The other dragons had their own characteristics, but they were all very sensitive to magic.
As Sasha cursed, she took out the longbow on her back with dazzling movements and nocked an arrow.
The orc that had just been killed was obviously not worthy of Sasha's vigilance.
The enemy came from the sky.
Rhonin, who had just finished pouring out his magic, had yet to recover from the violent but overly effective magic attack when he suddenly felt a shiver pass through his body. The feeling scared him so much that he almost jumped up from the ground.
Something was approaching.
He raised his head to look at the sky, only to see thick, grey, cotton clouds.
"Idiot, hurry up and leave!" Gavin Rad grabbed the collar of this troublemaker and dragged him onto his horse.
Rhonin's face was pale. He realised that he had messed up again. Just because of a few orc labourers lying in ambush in a mud hole beside the swamp, he had alarmed the God of Death in the sky.
Trying to keep his head up on the back of the jolting horse, he saw an invisible ripple in the eastern sky, spreading out in all directions with something at its center. It was a little like a drop of water falling on the surface of water, creating a circle of ripples, only more violent.
The clouds were violently torn apart.
What followed was a thunderous ripple that caused Luo Ning to open his eyes wide in shock.
Immediately after, a terrifying roar came from the sky. Luo Ning's body involuntarily tensed up as a black shadow broke through the clouds and rapidly expanded in his vision.
In just a few seconds, the ground nearby was shrouded by a huge shadow.
A deafening roar erupted in the sky, tearing through the atmosphere like a hurricane. Rhonin struggled to sit on the horse's back and turned his head to look at the sky. Unfortunately, this time, he saw a scene from hell.
A giant dragon covered in flames filled the sky, grabbing Rhonin's warhorse that was still struggling and neighing in its front claws. Rhonin's meticulously prepared bags of supplies kept falling off the warhorse's back.
This dark red giant swallowed the rest of the food on its claws and locked its gaze on the small and pitiful human below. On its shoulder sat a ferocious-looking green monster with long fangs and a battle axe in its hand. It pointed at Rhonin and let out an ear-piercing roar, as if giving an order to the giant dragon.
The dragon roared and extended its claws, diving towards him.
"Damn it! You jinx! "Gavin Rad cursed. He did not hide his hatred for Rhonin at all. Even though Rhonin was not facing the Holy Knight, he could still feel the Holy Knight's anger.
It was no wonder that Gavin Rad was angry.
Rhonin was a troublemaker. If he did not provoke him, he would be a young dragon that was over a thousand years old. According to the reports, this was the strongest Red Dragon in the entire wetlands. All the older dragons with independent names had gone to attack the Hillsbrad Foothills.
It couldn't get any darker!
"Awala — Malusaada!" At this moment, Marian Firewing, who was not far from them, released an even more violent chain of spells.
A huge ball of chaotic ice energy the size of a carriage condensed in front of Marian's left palm.
Unlike Rhonin's berserk magic, Marian displayed her powerful control as an Advanced Magus. The sound of wind whistling could be heard. Unlike Rhonin's berserk magic, Marian displayed her powerful control as an Advanced Magus. Not only did the Ice Arrows form a net that enveloped the Crimson Dragon, but they also had a clear arc as they shot out.
Marian was actually able to adjust the angle of the attack after the spell was released to maximize the hit rate.
The giant dragon that was already in a diving state was indeed worthy of its title as a thousand-year-old dragon. It seemed like it could not change its direction at all, but with just a flap of its wings, it suddenly climbed more than thirty meters.
If Marian's ice arrows, which had a greater range than [Blizzard], could self-adjust, the giant dragon might have dodged them.
Even so, the giant dragon still managed to dodge most of the ice arrows. As for the remaining small portion, the giant dragon directly used its dragon breath to cancel them out.
Except for two …
It was obvious that these two ice arrows were Marian's greatest trump card.
They looked exactly the same on the surface, but contained at least ten times the ice element of an ordinary ice arrow.
Not only was it powerful, it could also accelerate!
A moment ago, it was as fast as a bird, but in the next instant, it had turned into two shooting stars that shot at the Orc on the dragon's back.
How could a mere Dragonmaw Orc withstand the attack of a veteran Radiant Moon Mage?
In a breath's time, the Orc had already turned into an ice sculpture. Just the tremors of the giant dragon's ascent had already caused the ice sculpture to crack and crumble, turning into ice crystal dust that dissipated in a few breaths' time.
Unfortunately, this was already the limit of what Marian could do.
If it was a head-on battle on land, the victor would only be known after the fight. However, an Elven Mage who could not fly against a giant dragon that could freely soar and perform all sorts of tactical maneuvers would only put Marian at a disadvantage.
Even though Duque had rushed over and fired a barrage of Arcane Missiles at the giant dragon, it was still unable to stop the giant dragon from soaring into the sky. The giant dragon circled around three hundred meters in the air, its terrifying yellow pupils carefully sizing up the three Mages below.
"Apologies, Alliance Mages, I have to report your existence to Nekros."
The pupils of everyone in the team of five shrank.
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