Red Dragon Emperor

After observing the barbarian camp clearly, Jose and Olivia discussed their respective attack areas, and then looked in the direction they came from.

On the dark prairie, an army of six thousand gnolls walked quickly. Unlike the ogres that weighed two to three thousand pounds, the gnolls were light in shape and had canine-like pads under their feet. It moves silently.

Jose therefore appointed the Gnolls to spearhead the raid, led by Hogg Riverpaw.

According to the plan, we only need to wait for the wolf man to be in place, and the two dragons will descend from the sky to create chaos with the dragon's breath and dragon power, and the wolf man will take advantage of the chaos to kill the enemy.

At that time, ogres, salamanders, and other monsters who moved too much would come from afar and join the battle within twenty minutes.

Everything is going according to the Red Dragon's plan, but the plan will never keep up with the changes.

When the Gnoll walked three quarters of the way, the wind changed direction!

Jose's heart skipped a beat. The secret path is not good. The barbarians are grassland peoples, and there are quite a few barbarian hunters who can distinguish the odor molecules in the wind.

His whole body tensed up: "Olivia! Ready to attack anytime!"

Green Dragon didn't dare to take it lightly at this time: "Understood."

The two dragons stared at the sleeping barbarian camp below, hoping that there would be no hunters among the barbarians on the night watch, and they would not be able to detect the approaching gnolls.

Time passed by second by second, and the battle could break out at any time, and Jose's heartbeat couldn't help but beat two minutes faster than usual.

The barbarian camp was still calm and seemed unaware.

"Meh~."

Jose heard a sheep bleating, and his mood...

It really beeped the dog!

"Do it!"

As we all know, sheep are a kind of magical creatures. When a sheep barks, other sheep around will also "baa~" together!

"Baa baa baa baa~!"

Amidst the continuous bleating sounds that disturbed the dragon, the barbarians woke up from their dreams and smelled the breath of wolves like sheep. The whirring sound of incoming giant wings beating the air.

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!" one person shouted in panic.

Immediately, the resulting cone-shaped dragon flames engulfed him, and the barbarian's flesh and blood burned in the dragon flames at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a scorched bone, powerlessly scattered all over the ground.

The Longyan attack was far from over. Starting from the people who screamed in panic, the cone-shaped Longyan descended from the sky and drew a horizontal line among the densely packed barbarian tents.

Along the way of the dragon's breath, whether it was tents, barbarians, or other livestock, they were all burned in the dragon flames and turned into ashes.

Not only that, the flame is still spreading, and the heat released by the combustion brings hot air, which carries the fire and falls on the surrounding tents, igniting more areas.

Among the tents, the barbarians fled in panic in the flames, and their shadows were reflected on the ground and the tents, creating chaos.

After drawing a 150-meter-long death horizontal line in one breath, Jose took a breath, turned around in the air and continued to breathe out the dragon's breath, trying to ignite more barbarian tents.

"Dragon! Die!" The chief of the Frostaxe barbarians—Yarman Frostaxe roared, his arm muscles bulged, and the blood on the surface of his skin swelled up like an earthworm. He threw the hand ax with all his strength.

Under the blessing of the strength of the master-level peak fighter, the hand ax spun and struck the red dragon breathing dragon flames with a whistling sound of piercing through the air.

Jose had no doubt that his scales could not resist the axe, but he knew in advance the tent where the barbarian chief lived and turned on [Data Visualization], so how could he be unprepared for the barbarian chief's attack.

He turned sideways, and the sharp ax flew past him while spinning, before disappearing into the night sky without exhausting his strength.

After dodging the handaxe attack, he turned away from the barbarian chief and continued breathing dragon flames.

Arman Frostaxe was startled and angry when he saw the red dragon wantonly lighting up the tent.

The Lord of the Triangle Plain is an adult green dragon,

He never thought that the tribe would be attacked by the red dragon, so he was not prepared for the fire attack, and the tents were so close together that the red dragon was a big area.

Amidst the powerless roar and counterattack of the strong barbarians, Jose flapped his wings and soared into the sky after setting many tents on fire.

Now, the barbarian masters have assembled, and he may overturn if he continues to fly back and forth over the barbarians.

High in the sky, Jose looked down, and one tenth of the barbarian camp was ignited by the dragon's breath. The burning area was still spreading, and the barbarians were scurrying about like headless flies.

In the distance, the gnoll wolf cavalry no longer hid, and galloped towards the barbarian camp. The murderous howling of wolves aggravated the panic of the barbarians.

"Warriors! Come closer to me!" The roar overwhelmed the chaotic noise, and a bright aura flew into the sky.

The barbarian warriors approached the chief as if they had found their backbone.

But the barbarian chief's efforts were doomed to be in vain. Jose looked at the other side, and the green dragon—Olivia was in the east as planned, using magic and dragon power to drive the herd away.

"I'll help you!"

Jose chose his target, swooped down, and this time his target was the damned sheep.

It's not that he is vengeful, but that sheep and other livestock are part of his plan.

The distribution of the barbarian tribe's personnel is that a large number of barbarians are concentrated in the east near the triangular plain, while sheep, cattle and other livestock are imprisoned in the west.

And Jose planned to attack the livestock and drive the livestock to the center of the barbarian camp, so as to let the livestock rush into the barbarian formation and prevent them from gathering together.

If the barbarians couldn't gather together to form a large number of people and obey the unified command, then they would be just a mess, and they would only be slaughtered against the fisted gnoll army.

At that time, no matter how strong Arman Frostaxe is, he will not be able to recover.

Can a master-level powerhouse kill one or two hundred jackals, one thousand or two thousand? !

Tired and exhausted him!

The dragon's breath brewed and spewed out from the throat, the scorching bright light illuminated the darkness, and the cone-shaped flame fell on the front of the frightened and running sheep, burning the leader into coke.

The dragon's breath blocked the way, coupled with the pressure of a small amount of dragon's breath, the sheep turned back and rushed towards the barbarian camp.

With the efforts of the two dragons, the cattle, sheep, and horses rushed into the chaotic barbarian camp. The screams of the livestock, the panicked screams of the barbarians, and the crackling of burning wood merged into one.

To make matters worse, the Jackals also arrived at this time, massacring the barbarians on the edge.

Suddenly, Jose felt a wave of magic power coming from the center of the barbarian camp, his brows frowned, and he gave up driving the sheep and flew into the sky.

He saw in the center of the camp, under the protection of many barbarians including the barbarian chief Arman Frostaxe, a man in black robe holding a crystal ball was chanting a spell.

In the sky, black clouds seemed to appear out of nowhere, and it rained heavily. The area of ​​the rain was very small, covering only the barbarian camp and a small area around it.

Rainstorm!

"Damn! How can there be a high-level spellcaster among the barbarians who spurn magic?!"