The black dragon spread its wings that seemed to be able to cover the entire night sky, and let out a low, mocking laugh from its huge mouth, waking up every tiny existence.
Sasha looked up again. Her eyes widened as she saw a terrifying face. Beneath the pair of huge horns was a pair of narrow, gem-like eyes that shone with a ferocious light. Four strong limbs that were filled with explosive power, sharp claws, and a bloody mouth that was spewing golden flames of death.
Under the night sky, its crimson stripes gave it a terrifying appearance that was beyond imagination. It was like a legendary devil.
But what attracted her attention the most was that …
Everything he could see was metal.
The metal that was plated and emitted a strange metallic luster under the faint moonlight almost covered the black dragon's entire body.
As long as one reached the Young Dragon level, the natural dragon scales that dragons were born with had proven to be immune to most mortal weapons. Even ballistae could not penetrate the dragon's natural scales.
Why did this dragon have to wear armor to protect itself? What kind of metal was this armor made of?
There was no answer. Everyone was fine, but she had never seen metal like this!
Sasha did not have the urge to shoot at it, but she instinctively felt that even if she did, it would be a waste of effort. This metal armor clearly conveyed a sense of trance — it had a strength that could not be penetrated by mortal power! And only a very powerful and self-centered dragon would endure the pain of having its body embedded in the alloy.
"Wings of Death —" Sasha repeated the nightmarish name softly. "Wings of Death, Neltharion …"
In the legends of the elves, there were a total of five great dragon aspects that represented mystery and the power of nature a long time ago. Some legends claimed that the red Alexstrasza symbolized the true meaning of life. The other dragon aspects knew very little about them. The elves had already felt their influence, and had even come into contact with them on different occasions. But the elven elders had never leaked more information about dragons.
However, among the dragons, there was already one that the world was familiar with. It had told the world in its own way before the other dragons.
Although it originally had its own name, it chose "Deathwing" as its title in order to better despise the weaker ones around it. Deathwing did his best to destroy the worlds built by Elves, Humans, and Dwarves. Even the oldest Elven Elder didn't know why Deathwing did this.
In private, the elves gave it another name — the Forgotten Dragon Aspect.
It was a short sentence, but it contained many meanings: abandoned responsibility, chaos, betrayal, and anger. If Alexstrasza represented the true meaning of life, then Deathwing represented the power of destruction.
However, such a giant dragon was soaring in front of them as if it was protecting them in its own way. Of course, there was another possibility. Deathwing did not seem to notice the existence of Sasha and the Griffin Knights at all.
Only the red dragon in front of it could be called its opponent, because Deathwing hated its kind of other colors, to the point that if other dragons were to come into contact with it, they would be mercilessly torn apart.
A moment ago, the two Red Dragons were still chasing prey that was smaller than them like cats chasing mice.
A moment later, the prey became themselves.
Deathwing stirred up a huge gust of wind. Like a curtain of night covering the earth, he rushed past the Griffin Knights in an instant and attacked the other side.
In just one move, the smaller dragon was torn in half by the huge right claw of the Wings of Death. In the eyes of mortals, the huge young Red Dragon was like a broken toy that had been thrown away. Flesh and scales flew everywhere, and it did not even cry out as it fell to the ground just like that.
What terrifying lethality!
The mortals below were dumbfounded.
"Unbelievable, uh …" Falstead mumbled, "We were actually saved by the legendary Dragon of Extreme Evil, Deathwing."
The sudden scream was like a slap to his face. He turned his head, and there was nothing in the direction of the scream. However, in the other corner of his vision, he saw the tragic state of his companion.
Flames! Just the flames that escaped when the Wings of Death swept across the sky had already caused the death of a Dwarf Knight and the Griffin beneath him.
Ten meters away, Falstead watched helplessly as his companion was set ablaze by an evil flame in front of him.
It was just a tiny spark, but after touching a human body, the fire suddenly grew many times stronger. From a single spark, it turned into a prairie fire. The high temperature that followed burned the Dwarf and the Griffin's fur in the fire. Their skin peeled off, revealing their burning muscles, bones, and organs. Then, their blood evaporated and turned to ash.
For a moment, Falstead and Sasha were stunned in midair.
Heavens, how many people had been hit?
An elf and a dwarf started to panic at the same time.
They twisted their necks and moved their eyes to search at their limits.
Seeing Marian cry out in alarm, Sasha jumped down herself. As a Mage with the godly skill [Slow Fall], Marian's jump was more daunting than dangerous.
She saw Gavinrad. The griffin that the Holy Knight was riding on was probably done for, but the Holy Light saved his life again. He seemed to have activated [Holy Shield], and after withstanding the flames for a moment, another skilled dwarf knight caught up with the falling Gavinrad and saved him.
Rhonin's Griffin was blown away by the wind. It could be seen that the Dwarf Knight was doing his best to help the Griffin regain its balance. Even though it was a mess, it was not in any danger.
Duque … Eh? Where's Duque?!
Suddenly, Sasha's heart was seized by fear!
The dragon roar in the sky attracted everyone's attention again.
Deathwing and the Red Dragon roared at each other, the deafening roar getting louder and louder.
A few seconds later, the two dragons collided in midair. In that moment, all the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be swept away by the wind caused by their collision.
They both flashed their claws and used their long tails to attack each other crazily. Their tails were more than ten meters long, scarier than any siege hammer in the world!
If they were hit, even a small hill would crumble in the blink of an eye.
This wasn't a battle that humans could imagine just by listening to the bards' descriptions. The destructive power that the giant dragons displayed made Sasha think of the legendary God of Destruction who specialized in destruction for a moment.
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