Chapter 811 - Elegy of the Dragonflight
Chapter 811 Elegy of the Dragonflight
The war raged on.
In truth, the conclusion to this battle at the metal fortress had already been determined from the very start.
The only thing that Greem and Gazlowe could do was to make the invading dragonflight bloody themselves before the metal fortress. They had to make them pay the highest price possible for their recklessness and ignorance!
Two Fourth Grade dragons led a dozen Third Grade dragons in an attack against an undefended metal fortress; it couldn’t have been any easier.
The dragons used their long-ranged breaths and focused their fire on the magic energy cannons along the walls, destroying them one by one. After dealing with these annoying ‘thorns,’ the dragons finally approached the fortress to tear it apart.
Gazlowe, expecting the arrival of the dragonflight, had already performed immense adjustments to the insides of the fortress. All the warehouses, workshops, refineries, and pipes had been taken apart. The metal waste products from this process hadn’t been useless. All of it had been put toward the internal modification of the metal fortress.
The place was like a massive metal maze now. Scores of metal walls and layers of metal gates divided the interior of the fortress into battlefields of various sizes. The ten thousand magical machines that had been activated ahead of time were silently waiting for the dragonflight’s arrival.
The Crimson adepts who had been waiting here stepped forth and offered their greetings.
They had witnessed the heroic sight of the metal fortress’ last battle through a live magical projection.
Greem and Gazlowe had not personally been involved in the fight. However, they had managed to rely on the metal fortress and its strange characteristics to inflict a bloody wound on the dragonflight.
That…that was already far beyond the ability and means that an ordinary adept should possess!
There was no right or wrong. It didn’t matter how Greem had achieved this result. Any adept that possessed such power deserved respect.
After the two Crimson adepts had paid their respects, Third Grade Dragon Arms walked forth in his human form after a bit of hesitation. He too greeted Greem and Gazlowe.
Greem had completed his side of the agreement. It meant that now, Arms could be considered his contracted companion. The two might appear to be equal in status. However, considering that Greem was currently sheltering Arms, there was already a subtle difference in their positions.
Having a Third Grade dragon bow before a Second Grade adept was far too embarrassing. Arms could not bring himself to do something like that yet.
However, Greem didn’t seem to mind at all.
Bowing one’s head was always difficult the first time. However, by the time you got used to doing so, your position and your partner’s would have changed immensely.
With the battle today, Greem had blatantly displayed his might to Arms, Iritina, and the proud green dragons. The fight at the metal fortress once again demonstrated that Greem, and the entirety of the Crimson Clan, possessed the terrifying combat power to kill Third Grade dragons.
That was the only reason Arms was willing to lower his head!
“Arms, you recognize both of the Fourth Grade dragons that attacked the metal fortress today, don’t you? Who are they?” Greem asked as he stepped out of the portal and moved toward the hall.
“They are Gold Dragon Stuart and Amethyst Dragon Toril. The two of them are two of the only seven Fourth Grade Great Lords of Lance.” Arms walked along Greem’s side and started to talk about what he knew, albeit hesitantly.
“Good. Very good,” Gazlowe said resentfully, “Gazlowe, immediately send their information and details to Alice and have her check which witch leader might be interested. Hmph! Since they dare destroy my tower, I want them to pay with their lives and freedom!”
The ruthlessness in Greem’s words caused even Arms to shudder in fright.
That was a group of Fourth Grade dragons!
A ‘mere’ Second Grade adept dared use such a tone to declare the fate of Fourth Grade dragons. It truly shocked the Third Grade Arms.
For a moment, all sorts of emotions welled up in Arms’ heart!