Chapter 136: Dragon Legacy
The ranger was extremely regretful and decisively grabbed the only two remaining anti-magic arrows in his hand.
But as soon as the bowstring was drawn, a few sharp whistles came from his ears. This sound was too familiar to him, so he decisively stopped his action and shrank back to dodge.
Whoosh, an arrow grazed past his body, drawing a streak of blood.
He looked up and saw a wood elf standing on a tree trunk not far away, drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, aiming at him.
“Whoosh——”
He dodged in a sorry state, but the opponent’s archery was tricky, predicting his prediction, and once again opened a bloody gash on his shoulder.
Anse saw this and chuckled.
Salian had arrived!
Not just him, Finn and Colin arrived at the same time. Three people with three bows roamed the edge of the battlefield and actually temporarily suppressed the opponent’s group of shooters.
But the opponent’s rangers had advantages in range and numbers; this situation wouldn’t last long.
Anse also didn’t entangle with those two warriors. With a flash of silver mist, he disappeared from the spot, closing the distance to the ranger. After landing, he leaped up onto a tree stump several meters high.
Then he concentrated and cast a spell, locking onto that ranger holding magical equipment.
“”
「Metamagic: Quick Cast, Reach, Tracking」+「Fireball」!
A bright flash flew from his fingertip, instantly crossing over a hundred meters and appearing in front of that ranger.
That ranger was still sniping against Salian and was completely unprepared. He dodged in a panic, but the flash synchronously changed direction and tracked him.
With a boom, the fireball exploded, engulfing the ranger.
“Whoosh whoosh——”
Two miniature meteors fell from the sky, successively smashing into the sea of fire.
【Target Death, gained 287 combat experience】
Anse had no time to regret the stolen kill. His head throbbed with pain, psionic energy was completely depleted, and mana was left with only a dozen points.
Spam casting Fireball felt great, but after the excitement, there was always some fatigue.
However, he still had combat capability.
He leaped down, picked up a shield, and faced two warriors head-on.
Those two warriors turned and ran, without even the courage to engage him in close combat.
“Cowards.” Commander Moor was furious, his face full of anger. “All of you, charge him! He’s just one person.”
Whoosh, whoosh. Two miniature meteors smashed toward him one after the other, as if refuting his words.
Without anti-magic arrows, Illyas had no more scruples. A meteor shower rained down from the sky, meteors smashing into the crowd one after another, with continuous rumbling explosions.
The soldiers didn’t dare to gather and scattered in all directions.
How many fourth-circle spells could a level 16 sorcerer cast? At least twenty or thirty, that was two or three hundred miniature meteors. Without countermeasures, she alone could collapse an entire army.
Anse chased and killed Amn soldiers while keeping an eye on her, fearing she would trigger wild magic surge and cause an accident.
As for those soldiers, they posed no threat to him at all. Bullets and swords couldn’t break his defense, not even giving his protective barrier a chance to activate.
Like having unlimited power mode on, one person chasing a group to hack, occasionally a breath or ray of frost. How many he could kill depended entirely on his speed and stamina.
“Ha——”
Giant Tail charged like a wild bull, round shield held in front. Everywhere it passed, all soldiers were knocked flying.
Kalenno hid behind him, holding dual swords with elegant posture, his fighting style more like a bard.
Hoofbeats sounded as Nolnos bucked his butt, “gently” throwing Brat down, and charged toward Anse.
Brat smiled bitterly and followed behind Giant Tail and Kalenno, rushing toward Anse.
Anse laughed heartily, flipped onto the horse, and pointed his longsword at Moor: “Kill him!”
The group formed a small team, specifically striking places with crowds of people. Anse supported with ray of frost, picking off every soldier daring to resist.
On the other side of the forest, the army led by Quentin finally arrived. The battlefield was already in chaos, with the Amn Army completely disordered.
No one had expected such a scene. The soldiers were stunned for a moment, then their morale soared, charging at the enemy like tigers and wolves.
‘Too conservative, should have gotten closer.’ Quentin sighed endlessly.
Moor noticed the soldiers around him dwindling. He scanned the battlefield but didn’t see Derik. Two animated trees were chasing his soldiers, while the treant guarded in front of the black dragon.
“You *** Derik, you coward……” He was furious, spitting out a string of barely intelligible slang.
Facing the charging knights on horseback, he decisively dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and shouted: “We surrender——”
The loyal soldiers around him were stunned. They had heard their commander’s angry curses and were prepared for heroic death, but their commander……kneeled.
What difference did this behavior have from Derik’s?
Complaints aside, the soldiers didn’t hesitate. They dropped their weapons and knelt in surrender—hesitating even a second was a blasphemy against life.
Anse felt a bit regretful but also knew today’s target wasn’t them, but that black dragon.
“That barbarian and a few professionals escaped.” Salian walked over, his expression not great; he had lost them in pursuit.
“It’s fine.” Anse glanced at Ancient Moss, not dwelling on it.
An advanced barbarian who was determined to escape was hard to stop.
He and Illyas had poured massive mana into other enemies, with no energy left to pursue, nor could they pursue. The black dragon was the priority. Dragging it out further could lead to trouble; a dragon’s recovery ability was extraordinarily strong.
Quentin commanded the troops to collect weapons, clean up the battlefield, and control the surrendered soldiers.
Anse and Illyas led the group of professionals to the black dragon but didn’t get too close.
Everyone breathed rapidly, their expressions tense yet excited.
The black dragon was covered in wounds, its two hind legs locked by blue-purple chains, lying motionless on the ground, only heavy panting audible.
It had its eyes open, a pair of eyes always following Anse’s movements.
“We are kin.” It spoke in dragon speech, its voice low and deep.
“So what?” Anse raised the Dragon Gold Slash Sword, its blade edge flickering with cold light, without any nicks. “We are also……mortal enemies.”
“As long as you let me go, I’ll give you all the treasure I’ve accumulated over these years.” The black dragon panted. “That’s a fortune no one can resist, worth far more than my flesh and blood.”
“Where?” Anse smiled ambiguously. Your treasure seems to flow into my pocket every day.
“It’s very hidden and very far; only I can find it.” The black dragon narrowed its eyes and added, “We can sign a magic contract.”
“Oh~” A cold glint appeared in Anse’s eyes. The black dragon was lying.
That batch of cursed treasure had only recently surfaced; for the black dragon to arrive so quickly, it couldn’t be far.
It couldn’t even imagine that the culprit was standing right in front of it.
“You brought nothing with you?”
Anse stepped closer to the black dragon, walking all the way to the side of its head. Ancient Moss followed behind him like a bodyguard.
The black dragon’s eyes shifted: “No……”
“Liar!” Anse rebuked angrily, swinging his longsword. “Vile dragon, not worthy of my respect—kill!”
Before he finished speaking, Illyas pointed her wand, and an invisible whip shadow lashed at the dragon head. The black dragon wailed and suddenly stood up.
Ancient Moss seemed to have been prepared, punching the black dragon’s head with a boom, causing the black dragon’s eyes to bulge in fury as blood sprayed from its mouth and nose.
Ancient Moss seized the chance to step forward, wrapping both hands tightly around the black dragon’s neck, not giving it a chance to breathe.
The two animated trees had somehow gotten behind it—one grabbed the iron chain, the other hugged the dragon tail, pulling hard. The black dragon struggled fiercely in pain but couldn’t break free.
The others’ reactions weren’t slow either, launching attacks almost simultaneously, though most had limited effect.
Anse’s head suddenly transformed into a dragon head. He stepped forward to grip the black dragon’s lower jaw, opened his mouth to spew, and icy cold breath poured straight into the black dragon’s mouth and nose. White frost rapidly spread, covering most of its head and neck.
【……Visagazur hit, takes 19 cold damage, current life 13/175】
‘Not dead even from this?’ Anse was secretly shocked.
The treant’s strength was 23 points; not everyone could withstand a punch to the head.
Ignoring the pain in his throat, he used the Dragon Gold Slash Sword to prop open the black dragon’s mouth and unleashed cold breath again.
【Target Death, gained 2975 combat experience, level up!】
【Gained Dragon Legacy】
