"Roar —" A savage, angry roar once again drew everyone's attention back to the sky.
The battle for the king of the air had begun as everyone had expected.
The red dragon that was caught seemed to want to escape. It tried to go around Deathwing from the side.
However, the opponent's larger body was undoubtedly a huge obstacle that couldn't be avoided.
The bats on Deathwing's wings were like a city wall, covering the young red dragon's entire field of vision. It gave the red dragon the feeling that it couldn't pass without defeating the opponent.
A dragon breath came out. The confused red dragon seemed to want to use fire to burn Deathwing's bats.
Deathwing let out a scornful laugh. This was clear mockery. It flapped its wings, like extinguishing a tiny flame on a candle. Just a strong flap of its wings was enough to disperse the dragon breath.
To the griffins, this larger Crimson Dragon was undoubtedly the most experienced one. However, against the more experienced and sharp ancient dragon guardian, its attacks were as childish as a baby's. When it spat out the dragon's breath, it revealed a flaw. The wing closest to the Wings of Death easily became the target of the attack.
Originally, Deathwing only needed to stretch out its left claw to cut through its wing and greatly reduce its opponent's mobility in the air. Unexpectedly, Deathwing chose to tighten its left claw and retract it to its chest. Instead, it gave up on what was close at hand and swung its tail at the red dragon, causing it to move away from itself.
This action was too uncoordinated. If one didn't see it clearly, they would think that its left claw was heavily injured in the previous battle and couldn't move.
Deathwing wasn't injured, but why did it retreat?
At first, Sasha thought she was seeing things. However, after watching, she realized that Deathwing's attack pattern was indeed very strange.
As an ancient dragon that lived by fighting, Deathwing used all of its weapons — mouth, tail, wings, left and right legs, and right claw to attack. Except for its left claw.
Deathwing's storm-like agility showed that it wasn't injured, but its left claw was still stuck to its body.
No matter how one looked at it, it gave off an incongruous feeling of 'an expert bullying an amateur, I'll let you have a one-handed advantage'.
Obviously, Deathwing wasn't the kind of dragon that had the demeanor of a strong. This could be seen from the fact that he instantly killed a young dragon at the beginning of the battle.
"Why?" Sasha said to herself. "Why did he do that?"
Falstead thought Sasha was complaining about him flying away from the battlefield. "Sorry," he replied loudly. This is not a battle for mortals, and there is nothing we can do here but wait to die. Elf lady! You'd better hold on to the Gryphon's saddle. The first thing we need to do now is to get out of here! "
Leave here?
What about Duque?
The words pierced the weakest part of Windsor's heart.
"No! Wait a minute! Where was Duque? Where's Duque? " Sasha screamed and shook the dwarf's shoulder. She didn't even know when she started crying. "Falstead, are you going to abandon you and my companions because of fear?"
Turning around and seeing Sasha's tears, the dwarf's heart broke.
"Fear? No! Falstead had never been afraid of death. The problem was that everyone who was still alive was here. He finished it with a single glance! Your man is nowhere to be found! This has nothing to do with cowardice. Those who aren't here are all dead! They've turned to ashes, you know that! "The dwarf waved his empty fist in excitement. His rough face was also streaked with tears.
Sasha was also in a state of excitement. She didn't even notice the change in the dwarf's way of addressing Duque.
At this moment, the battle in the sky came to an end.
Deathwing took advantage of its immature opponent's mistake and used its longer tail to hook its opponent's head.
The red dragon lost its balance in the air.
The huge black dragon wings with dark red veins instantly surrounded the red dragon. Its right claw suddenly tore open the red dragon's bat wings, causing the red dragon's nervous attempt to regain its balance to fail.
Under the fierce pull, the red dragon's defenseless back was exposed, as well as its neck that seemed to be waiting for a guillotine to fall …
"Fly, quick! Quick! Quick! "Falstead urged his Gryphon." If we don't leave now, we're all dead! "
The Gryphon used all its strength to fly away from the battlefield as fast as it could, even at the risk of cramping in the next moment.
Sasha twisted her head and stared at the battle behind her.
Deathwing bit down on the red dragon's neck, and there was the sound of chewing immediately.
The sound traveled far in the dark night.
The sound of flesh and blood splattering.
The sound of bones breaking.
Everything sounded so creepy.
Then, with the help of her night vision, Sasha saw a dark red drizzle fall. Blood sprayed from the dragon's neck.
The red dragon tried to twist its body, trying its best to escape Deathwing's attack. It struggled with all its might in vain. In the end, it still fell from the sky dejectedly.
The seemingly intense battle only lasted for less than two minutes. No, it was even shorter, not even a minute. In such a short period of time, the two Red Dragons that were enough to destroy the entire Gryphon Squadron were killed effortlessly by the Wings of Death.
"It's over! It's going to be our turn soon! "Falstead muttered in despair.
What was strange was that Deathwing did not have any intention of chasing after the griffins. It only stared at its left claw in front of its chest, as if there was something inside it.
What was it? Or was it someone?!
The black dragon did not even look at the griffins that were running away in panic. Suddenly, it turned towards the giant rock dam in the southeast of the wetland and flew away.
When its huge figure disappeared from the Elven Ranger's sight, Sasha noticed that its left claw was still closed, as if it was protecting something precious.
The Windrunner's third sister finally realized what was on Deathwing's claw!
"Duque — Deathwing has captured Duque! Falstead! We have to catch up to it! "
The dwarf looked at Sasha in disbelief. His mouth was so wide open from shock that it looked like a seven-pound cannon shell could be stuffed inside.
When he saw the determination on Sasha's face that she really wanted him to approach the ancient ferocious beast, he gulped and said, "I am indeed a brave warrior, my elf lady. But I have to remind you that this is too crazy!"
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