Don't call me evil god

"Roar——!"

Pet confirmed that he had heard it right!

From the distant sky, a majestic and deep dragon roar was coming!

"Dragon? Dragon?!"

More people began to hear the dragon roar clearly. Even if they had not seen the real figure of the huge and powerful ancient race, their heart-shaking roar had already heralded the arrival of the dragon clan.

People on the continent of Plantis had heard the legend of dragons. Everything about this mysterious and ancient race seemed so eye-catching.

The dragons had a huge dragon nest deep in the Frostfire Plateau. It was said that the most powerful ancient dragon king lived at the highest point of the dragon nest, which was the closest place to the sky on the entire continent.

In the dragon nest, there were countless and inexhaustible dragon treasures that they had collected and accumulated since the birth of the world. There were powerful magic weapons and legendary magic items, and even rare materials dedicated to the gods. Even if only a tiny part of them was taken out, it would be easy to subvert a kingdom.

But when the monster red tide first broke out, the powerful dragons collectively chose to hide from the world.

Since then, there has been no dragon in the sky of the Prentis continent.

Only when extremely important events occur can dragons appear.

A thought flashed through Pete's mind:

In the legends about the Spirit Wing Wetland, the dragon clan has always been an indispensable part.

It is said that the overactive arcane energy here is because the dragons used extremely powerful dragon language magic in the Spirit Wing Wetland.

The sequelae left by the dragon language magic eventually formed the unique environment in the Spirit Wing Wetland.

Then think of the mysterious stone chambers deep in the excavation site that suppressed the stone spirit fetus.

Pete suddenly trembled with excitement.

He thought of a shocking possibility.

"Could it be that the stone spirit freaks were suppressed by the dragons back then?"

"Was the stone chamber built at that time?"

"Now that the stone spirit freaks have been forcibly awakened by the cultists, the dragons will come to suppress them again?!"

"Doesn't that mean that the stone fortress doesn't need to fall?!"

...

Pet is not the only one who realizes this.

More and more dwarves who had previously shown despair regained their confidence.

With the flying speed of the dragons, since they can already hear the dragon's roar, they should arrive at the battlefield soon.

What they have to do now is to hold the last line of defense before the dragons enter the battlefield!

"For the ancestors! The stone fortress will never fall!!!"

Bron Freeman raised the hammer handle in his hand high, stimulated all the remaining strength in his body, and roared and jumped directly from the top of the Edson Wall!

The stone spirit freaks are right in front of him! [Heroic Leap] allows him to jump directly onto the monster's terrifying stone "head" and launch a desperate attack on them there!

The catapults and crossbows were almost completely destroyed by the monsters, but every dwarf who was still alive was a natural warrior!

Most of the Edson Wall had collapsed, which meant that the dwarves no longer had to use the inconvenient means of the large elevator, and could rush out directly from the gaps in the second and third floors of the stone fortress!

"Kill!"

Regardless of gender, age, or age, as long as they could still move and hold weapons, they would rush towards the monsters in order to protect the stone fortress!

The sound of dragon wings flapping rolled in.

The dragons have arrived!

"Roar!" Pete looked up at the sky.

They were dozens of meters long, covered with thick dragon scales, and had a wingspan of more than ten meters. When they flew across the sky, the shadows they cast were enough to cover the sky.

One, two, three...

There were 7 dragons of different colors!

The ancient dragon with golden scales in the lead is the largest. The thick cuticle on the scales is a symbol of the old dragons. According to the life span of the dragons, he may have lived for nearly ten thousand years!

The most powerful race on the continent of Plantis. In front of the long life span of dragons, both dwarves and elves have become completely short-lived species. In their eyes, humans are probably no different from ants.

According to the research of the great wizards of the Magic Hermitage on dragons, the color of scales is the best way to distinguish the abilities of dragons.

The golden dragons have the limit of dragon power. Their bodies are the strongest existences on this continent. The sharp teeth, claws and barbed tails blessed by dragon language magic are enough to tear any enemy apart. Similarly, most attacks cannot cause any damage to the golden dragons.

Green dragons spew poisonous gas, red dragons are good at releasing fiery dragon breath in roars, blue dragons harness the power of thunder and lightning, white dragons' every breath is accompanied by condensation of frost, black dragons' acid is one of the most dangerous liquids in the world, and there are also silver dragons that are good at establishing connections with the astral world.

The dragons roared over the mountaintops, and as soon as they arrived at the battlefield, they swooped down on the stone spirit fetus that was wreaking havoc.

"Sin! Deformation! Death!!!"

Although it was a roar that belonged to dragons, everyone could understand the meaning of dragon language in their own way.

According to the research of the wizard, dragons have the permanent level of [Language Proficiency] magic since they were born, allowing them to communicate with all other races without obstacles.

The golden dragon's claws tore the waving tentacles to pieces. The five-colored dragons hovered above, and the dragon breath of different colors continued to spew towards the monsters. The silver dragon tore open a huge astral rift of tens of meters on the flank of the battlefield. A strong suction force broke out from it, trying to suck all the surrounding things into the astral world!

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After the seven dragons joined the battlefield, this battle had almost nothing to do with the believers of knowledge and the dwarves.

It's not that they don't want to help, but they can't help even if they want to.

Dragon breath can't distinguish between enemies and friends. Only dragons and monsters can survive in such a harsh battlefield environment.

As for other mortal races?

It's difficult for them to even step into the battlefield.

Not long after resurrection, Gale, who came in a hurry, sat down next to Pete. Looking at the dragons that were unilaterally ravaging the stone spirit freak in the air, he breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed.

"Damn it, we really witnessed history this time."

"I couldn't believe it when I heard the dragon roar. The legendary dragon actually appeared."

"Now we don't have to worry about the fall of the stone fort. If the dragons can't deal with these monsters, then we might as well just wait for death. They are already the strongest existence in the entire continent, right?"

Pet's state was not as relaxed as Gale.

Quite the contrary.

His expression was still extremely solemn.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"If the dragons can really crush these monsters unilaterally, why do they have to be suppressed underground in the Spirit Wing Wetland? Wouldn't it be enough to kill them all at once?"

"Is there a possibility..."

Pet didn't finish his words.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed!

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There will be more in the evening! There will be more in the evening! Knocking!