Unlike the others, Duque completely ignored Rhonin. The dragon's figure was reflected in his eyes. But whether it was Rhonin or the dragon, Duke didn't really care about either of them.
What Duque cared about was Deathwing.
If he couldn't attract Deathwing's attention and get the Black Dragon King's interest, then it would be useless no matter what he did.
There wasn't a single Warlock in the entire Alliance. Apart from Warlocks, no one could use the artifact Demon's Soul. Even if Duque was a Warlock, he wouldn't use such a method to take control of Alexstrasza.
Of course, how to deal with the current situation was also a problem.
A young dragon with a body length of 23 or 24 meters and a wingspan of almost 20 meters. If they left it alone, just the fact that it wouldn't come down and was circling in the sky like a demon to summon the dragon was enough for the team of five to suffer.
After Sasha arrived, she tried to use the ability she obtained from the Storm Altar to aim at the dragon's eyeball. She failed. Three hundred meters above the ground, the flow of the wind had become extremely chaotic. She had indeed awakened the power of wind, but that was more of a control over the wind. It wasn't like her elder sister who strengthened herself with the storm.
One shouldn't think that a dragon's eyeball was easy to damage just because it was a weakness. As long as a dragon was more than a thousand years old, its transparent eye membrane would be as hard as steel.
Sasha bit her lower lip and said in a clear voice, "If anyone has a way, it's best if you use it now."
Everyone first looked at Marian. She was the best fighter among the five. But the Radiant Moon Mage spread her hands. "It's too far."
Everyone noticed that Marian said it was too far, not that they couldn't fight.
Then, everyone ignored Rhonin, who was at a loss of what to do, and ignored the short-handed Holy Knight. They focused their attention on the core of the team, Duke.
Duque looked at the red dragon circling in the sky and asked Sasha, "Can you help me guide my magic?"
"How?"
"I need you to blow the elemental particles from my body onto that big lizard."
Sasha was no fool. She was smart enough to immediately understand what Duque meant. Putting aside the power of the spell, just the fact that the direction of the wind could change at any moment made it difficult for the spell to hit a target more than a hundred meters away.
In fact, in a large-scale war, there was no way to coordinate the power of so many Pharaoh mages without a large-scale Mana Amplification Magic Array.
What Sasha had done was actually some sort of amplification.
Even if they did not know how to use magic, the High Elves were still very sensitive to the flow of elemental power. Not bothering to avoid suspicion, Sasha pressed herself against Duque's back and pointed at the giant dragon three hundred meters in the air.
A gentle breeze blew from their backs, and their silver hair fluttered in the wind, gently caressing Duque's face.
The eyes of the three people beside them were transfixed, because in that instant, they vaguely felt that the hair colors of the two were unexpectedly the same. In the scene before their eyes, the two figures seemed to have blended beautifully.
Even with a beauty hugging him from behind, Duque did not have the time to be distracted. He carefully sensed the trajectory of the fire elemental particles that he had released.
In his retina, he could see the System Elf rapidly calculating the trajectory of the shot with a 3D model.
Wind direction, wind speed, fire elemental particles …
All the data flashed in Duque's mind.
This time, Duque raised his right hand, which was under Sasha's jade arm. Their arms overlapped. Duque then raised his left hand and placed it on Sasha's right arm.
He softly chanted an incantation, and a fireball the size of a basin condensed in front of their fingertips.
The fireball was very small, so small that it was about the size of a magic apprentice who had just learned [Fireball]. With a soft "bang", the fireball flew out.
Amateurs enjoyed the show, while experts appreciated the artistry.
Gavin Rad was just an onlooker, but Marian and Rhonin's eyes were glued to the small fireball.
The fireball shot up into the sky with an eye-catching tail of flames.
If it were a magic apprentice's fireball, it would probably dissipate after flying thirty meters. Duque's fireball was different. Although it looked like a bonfire in a brazier, the two realized that Duque's fireball did not dissipate at all after climbing fifty meters.
There were still as many fire elemental particles after flying fifty meters.
A hundred meters passed.
Two hundred meters.
Two hundred and fifty meters.
Only then did the fireball visibly shrink. It was not a visual reduction, but the elemental energy it contained had shrunk.
At first, the dragon soaring in the sky had only roared to inform its compatriots to come help. It did not care about the fireball at all. From the dragon's point of view, human magic beyond a certain distance was just like the fireworks they played with — purely for show.
It was wrong.
The fireball still did not dissipate. Instead, it was getting closer and faster. It actually accelerated twice.
"Roar!" The red dragon was furious.
Using a fireball in front of a red dragon that specialized in fire was a provocation in itself. Not to mention that the small fireball looked like it could really hit it.
"Whoosh!" Without hesitation, the red dragon spat out dragon breath in an attempt to melt the fireball.
Something strange happened again. The small fireball actually made a turn in the air, drawing a dazzling arc, bypassing a large area of the dragon's breath. Then, it accelerated a third time, and finally, the fireball smashed into the giant dragon's lizard face.
Red dragons were naturally resistant to fire. The fireball did not do much damage.
But it was a slap in the face!
In the truest sense, it was a slap in the face from all angles and connotations.
Most red dragons did not have good tempers.
Not bothering to wait for reinforcements, the thousand-year-old red dragon flapped its wings and swooped down from the sky.
It wanted to teach these insignificant humans who dared to challenge its dignity an unforgettable lesson.
As the dragon swooped down, everyone looked at Marian.
This powerful councilor of the Silver Moon Council immediately displayed the power of a Radiant Moon Great Mage. Complicated arcane energy patterns that were difficult for outsiders to understand spread under her feet. The arcane energy condensed into lines that formed a magic array that was ten meters in diameter and looked like a work of art in itself.
Every inch of the magic array was flowing with Mana at a high speed, constantly revolving at a high speed. Then, when the dragon swooped less than fifty meters from the ground, countless magic tentacles that looked like hooks suddenly appeared and netted the dragon.
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