Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Looking at the triumphant Dragon Scale Monk, the dwarves were furious, waving their hammers and axes, and cursing: "Damn it, that guy is too arrogant!"

"His mouth is more smelly than that of an orc!"

"Dragon family, die!"

A dwarf warrior was full of indignation, raised his hammer high, and leaped up with a roar - it can only be said that jumping and slashing will always be the romance of warriors.

However, the Dragon Scale Monk had already noticed the dwarf's sneak attack, and his muscles were tense, making full preparations.

The Empire's genetic modification gave him a hummingbird-like nerve reflex speed, allowing him to sense the arrival of danger within 0.2 milliseconds.

"Hah--"

Accompanied by a hoarse roar, the dwarf warrior smashed hard at the back of the Dragon Scale Monk's head.

You have to know that this is a heavy hammer carefully made by the dwarves. If it hits, even the hard scales will find it difficult to withstand the strong impact of this blunt weapon.

The Dragon Scale Monk did not even turn his head, but raised the chainsaw sword as expected, with the tip facing the dwarf's chest.

The dwarf warrior was horrified and twisted his body in mid-air, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

"Swish--"

The tip of the chainsaw sword mercilessly pierced the dwarf's chest and pierced him through, and the dwarf's body hung directly on the hands of the Dragon Scale Monk.

Then, the saw teeth on the edge of the chainsaw sword rotated at high speed, constantly tearing the dwarf's flesh and blood.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the dwarf's skin, flesh and even bones were cut open by the chainsaw sword, and brain matter, internal organs and intestines gushed out.

"Fuck, this is too disgusting." The Dragon Scale Monk spat and shook his hands fiercely.

Then, the dwarf's body broke into several pieces and was thrown out, piled on the ground like a piece of used rags. It was completely unrecognizable and could only be described as horrible.

"Tyron!"

"How dare you treat a brave and fearless warrior like this!" The voices of the dwarves trembled with extreme anger and surprise.

The dragon scale monk wiped the blood off his face carelessly and grinned again: "Want to avenge him? Then come and kill me, hahahaha!"

Witnessing the tragic situation of their people and the atrocities of the dragon scale monk insulting the corpse, the dwarves were furious and wanted to smash the monster in front of them into pieces.

A dwarf general raised the heavy hammer in his hand and shouted angrily: "Fellow countrymen, come together and smash his head into pieces!"

"Kill this monster!"

"Go to hell!"

Under the call of hatred, the dwarf warriors gathered together, lined up in a tight formation, and surrounded from different directions, trying to launch a siege on the dragon scale monk.

"Come on, come on," the dragon scale monk whispered, and he loaded the ammunition, just waiting for this group of "little monsters" to gather together, so as to test his new ammunition.

Seeing the dwarves gathered in groups, the corners of the dragon scale monk's mouth curled up, and the smile on his face became more ferocious.

He slowly raised the grenade launcher on his right arm, and the black muzzle comparable to the muzzle of a cannon pointed forward.

"Bang!"

The huge sound of the gun echoed on the city wall, and the special bullets shot out from the muzzle, exploded before hitting the dwarves, and sprayed out scattered shotgun shells.

The dwarves standing more densely suffered, and their bodies were ruthlessly torn apart by the shotgun shells.

It was a metal storm fragmentation bomb, an excellent ammunition for dealing with a large number of lightly armored targets.

It would explode and spray out shotgun shells before hitting the target, tearing their victims apart. The close-range explosives replaced the large-scale reaction caps, and the diamond bullets were also replaced by the explosive shells.

These ammunitions were specially equipped by the imperial military for the dragon scale monks, specifically for dealing with enemy cluster targets, so that these humanoid killing machines can better "open invincibility" in the enemy camp.

And now it seems that the actual combat effect is indeed very significant.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the support of the Empire's military technology, this caliber grenade gun can even fire continuously!

While laughing wildly, the Dragon Scale Monk turned in circles, continuously pulling the trigger and shooting at the dwarves in different directions.

What's more exaggerated is that the Dragon Scale Monk also threw two metal balls from the dimensional bag. Those metal balls lit up and unfolded in the air, turning into floating turrets, pouring out dense bullets like a storm.

Accompanied by loud noises, the dwarves fell in groups like wheat harvested by sickles.

But the dwarves are a stubborn and brave race after all, and they are not afraid of dying on the battlefield.

Faced with such a cruel scene, the dwarf warriors did not flinch, and even stepped on the bodies of their companions and rushed up with dense shotgun shells and bullets.

However, even if they got close to the Dragon Scale Monk, they had to face the bloody, high-speed rotating chainsaw sword, and they would be chopped into two pieces with just one encounter.

The dwarves in the distance tried to kill the monster with crossbows and bows, but the dragon scale monk was covered with hard scales and exoskeleton, making him almost invulnerable.

The arrows shot at him, only making a crisp sound, and then were easily deflected.

"For Avenderdan!" The dwarf rushed up from behind with red eyes and wielding a heavy hammer.

The dragon scale monk turned around and raised the muzzle.

"Bang!"

Under the powerful impact, the dwarf flew backwards and hit the city wall hard, with bullet holes all over his body, and blood flowing out of them.

"Avenderdan never" The dwarf sat on the ground and said with difficulty, but he died before he finished speaking.

"knock off!"

The dragon scale monk blew away the smoke from the gun muzzle, wiped the blood on his face again, and said happily.

At this time, the corpses of dwarves were piled around him. The pungent smell of smoke and blood filled the city, and the surrounding walls turned into a pool of blood.

In this short period of time, he had killed nearly a hundred dwarf warriors, and such scenes also occurred throughout the walls of Avendeldan.

Dror dropped a dozen dragon-scale monks through the dragon group, trying to let them tear the enemy's line at the front and attract firepower, and the main force could take the opportunity to board the city.

——However, the effect was better than he imagined. These dragon-scale monks were like a dozen bombs thrown, blowing the dwarf defenders to pieces.

As the "ultimate creation" that combines the Burning Ember Empire's genetic engineering and magic technology, with an average cost of 90,000 gold coins, the Dragon Scale Monk at this moment is both offensive and defensive, and is unparalleled in power.

According to the official standards of the empire, the challenge level of these dragon scale monks fluctuates between level 12 and 14, which has reached the level of mini-boss.

However, these dragon scale monks are not invincible. In terms of scale and quality, they are far inferior to the divine legion of Holy Fadelan - at least at the current stage.

"boom!"

With the muffled sound of rumbling and dust flying, the sharp rock suddenly protruded, piercing the ground like a long sword, piercing the dragon scale monk from bottom to top.

"Uh-huh."

The dragon scale monk was actually hung on the rock thorn, and the hot dragon blood that eroded the ground continued to flow out.

At the top of the city wall, the dwarf King Ed was seen raising his war hammer with one arm, looking ferocious. He looked into the distance and stared at another dragon-scale monk who was killing people on the city wall.

There was another muffled sound, and Ed jumped up high, easily stepping onto the altitude of nearly 100 meters, then swung his war hammer through the air, and smashed the dragon-scale monk into a pulp with one hammer.

The dwarf king looked around and shouted loudly: "Everyone-Evindeldan has reached a moment of life and death! We must use all our strength!"

"Your Majesty Ed!"

"Praise the mighty and majestic Lord of the Mountains!"

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Seeing the two dragon scale monks die instantly, the dwarves were immediately boosted in military morale and cheered in unison.

In the southwest section of Avendeldan City, another famous dwarf warrior, Bren Farrell, also stepped forward and stabbed a dragon scale monk through.

Under Ed's order, the strong men among the dwarves came out in full force and took action with all their strength. The incomparably powerful rune warriors, the fearless dwarf war madmen, and the skilled battle masters all appeared on this battlefield. .

But after all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. The strong dwarves can kill the dragon scale monks, but it is difficult to withstand the tsunami-like offensive of the Ember Empire.

Engineering vehicles followed the tanks one after another, and finally drove to the city. The dwarves released rolling stones and threw burning wine barrels, but it did not have much effect.

On the contrary, the Empire's artillery is as accurate as having eyes. It can often fall from the sky and destroy the hidden mechanisms of the dwarves, leaving them helpless.

"Buzz——"

The engineering vehicle raised a huge ladder tens of meters high and set it up on the city wall of Avendeldan, while the imperial infantry quickly climbed along the escalator and occupied the outer city wall one after another.

The dragon-scale monks in front have already attracted the firepower of the dwarves and carved a bloody path for them. What the infantry need to do is to control the city wall and then occupy Avendeldan.

The sky of Avendeldan was also occupied by a group of Ember Dragons. The bipedal dragons and flame dragons flapped their wings and sprayed dragon flames at the dwarves. Sometimes they would swoop down and catch the dwarves high in the air, and then let go. claw

The dwarves tried their best to fight back, shooting arrows into the sky, causing the flying dragons to fall from the sky one after another.

"Take back our position! This is the city wall built by our ancestors. We must not let them fall into the hands of the enemy!" Bren raised his giant sword, roared, and led the dwarves to launch a counterattack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The infantry of the empire fired one after another, but Bren held his sword horizontally as a shield to block it. The dwarf warrior came to the soldiers in one stride and swept the giant sword in his hand.

"Shua——"

Blood spattered, and several imperial soldiers were cut off at the waist. The dwarf warriors behind Brun were also very excited and counterattacked, shouting "For Avendel Dan!"

But the imperial infantry did not panic. Following the officer's instructions, they calmly changed their formations, and their positions became scattered and staggered, allowing them to shoot from different directions.

"Bang!"

One after another, the dwarf warriors were hit by bullets and fell on the spot, unknown whether they were alive or dead.

But even if they fall in a pool of blood, these stubborn dwarves will still struggle to hold the enemy's feet and give the opponent the final blow with their teeth.

"Buzz——"

The loud horn sounded, and another group of dwarf goat cavalry broke into the Burning Empire army formation. They used sabers and warhammers to kill for a while, and after shouting a few times, they were swallowed up by a hail of bullets.

At this moment, the city wall of Avendeldan has turned into a veritable meat grinder, and the two sides are fighting fiercely around those wall towers.

Sometimes it was the imperial soldiers who killed the dwarves and occupied the position, and sometimes it was Bren and other warriors who led the dwarves back and regained the position with their tenacious will. They fought bloody battles. The blood of both sides almost dyed the masonry of the city wall red.

But there is no doubt that such a war of attrition is extremely detrimental to the dwarves. The Ember Empire brought 60,000 infantry, and before the war, there were only more than 10,000 dwarves in the entire Avendeldan.

But now, after the baptism of blood and fire, the number of dwarf warriors is probably less than six thousand - if this continues, Avendeldan will turn into a dead city!

"My fellow tribesmen, follow me and charge to recapture that tower!" Brun held the giant sword and charged at the front of the team, leading many dwarf warriors to launch another counterattack.

His armor was bloodstained and shattered, its upper surface riddled with bullet holes and cracks from countless charges.

But those imperial infantrymen who were weak and relied only on weapons showed no signs of collapse. They did not even take a step back, even if their comrades died in front of them.

"What a bunch of monsters." Brun gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from his throat.

"For Ivan Deldan!"

He gritted his teeth, let out a hoarse roar, raised his giant sword with both hands, and slashed at the soldiers of the Ember Empire.

At this moment, Bren suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart - sure enough, the sky turned dark, a huge shadow enveloped him, and then hot smoke rushed towards his face.

"boom!"

The giant claw fell from the sky and struck towards the dwarf warrior. Bren quickly fell to the ground and rolled several times before barely escaping.

The dwarf panted and turned his head, only to see a huge bipedal flying dragon sitting on the top of the city tower, watching him condescendingly, its pale golden pupils flickering, emitting a dangerous light, and a trace of ambergris saliva from the corner of its mouth. Falling everywhere.

That is none other than Smaug, the leader of the wyverns!

Clenching the giant sword in his hand, Bren secretly thought something bad. According to his visual inspection, the bipedal flying dragon in front of him was fully twenty meters long, and it was still emitting a monstrous dragon power.

This is no Yalong. Even a real red dragon would hardly have such power.

"Ouch——"

Smaug raised his head, stretched his neck, and let out a long and menacing roar. Then he lowered his head and looked at the dwarf, with red fire accumulating in his mouth.

Bren's expression suddenly changed, he quickly got up from the ground, stretched out his legs, and ran with all his strength - he knew exactly what that meant.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the dwarf's pupils reflected brilliant firelight.

I saw raging dragon flames spurting out, engulfing the walls of Avendeldan. Smaug waved his wings in the sea of ​​​​fire and let out a deafening roar: "I am fire, I am death!"

But in fact, these are not what the flying dragon actively wants to say - he is just performing Cassius's mission and satisfying the emperor's trivial evil taste. (End of chapter)