Chapter 233
Chapter 233 Overwhelming Defeat
Blood and flesh was everywhere on the ground.
The dragons roared in the skies.
The witcher-knights used to be unstoppable in their own plane, but had finallly been forced to bow down before the might of the evil adepts.
They, who had never experienced the cruelty of planar wars, could only charge forward with their hot blood and reckless valor. Still, they were unable to smash apart that translucent light barrier glowing with elementium radiance. Meanwhile, they were subjected to a rainfall of violent spells, tragically falling one after another.
There were as many as 3,900 witcher-knights that had made it through the forest of death and to the tower. However, with the activation of the war tower, their numbers quickly dwindled. It was merely a fantasy to dream of breaking apart the tower with just their physical bodies!
The entire battlefield was soaked in a storm of blood as the witcher-knights fell to the ground one by one, screaming and struggling.
There was no longer a single patch of untouched land around the tower.
No. Not just their fates, but also the fate of this entire plane!
“The Taerar Green Dragons? I seem to have heard this name before. If I’m not mistaken, they are… they are the subordinate race of the Thalgus Emerald Dragons!” The projection hesitated for a second.
Although the adepts could understand Dragontongue, it was still difficult for them to speak in the language. This had to do with the vocal chord structure of dragons as well as their unique pronunciations. Thus, Adept Sarubo’s projection could only reply with the commonly used language of the adepts.
“Your vast knowledge deserves my respect. I, the clan leader of the Taerar Green Dragons, Raistlin, am here because I wish to bring away my clan members!”
“Only your clan members?” There was a toying tone to Adept Sarubo’s words.
“Only my clam members!” Green Dragon Clan Leader Raistlin’s words were incomparably firm.
With a dragon’s voice, even their whispers would be thunderous in the ears of normal people. Not to mention Raistlin had roared out these words firmly like he was making an oath.
Under the war tower, in the forest and on the hills…
Countless witcher-knights, spellbreaker knights, and radiant knights looked at each other when they heard this, but no one knew what the dragon and the adept were talking about. Only the few green dragons and Willis, whose wings had been bound and was struggling to get up, understood Raistlin’s words.
“No… we cannot give up!” Willis struggled to raise his head and roared loudly with all his strength, “They are all my subordinates, I cannot abandon them like this. Lord father, we still have a chance of victory! If we work together, we will definitely be able to defeat these evil adepts… ”
Adept Sarubo’s projection smiled coldly as a wicked and chilly grin appeared on his face.
Raistlin bent his body slightly, calmly looking at the struggling Willis with his large eyes.
“Willis, my child, are you still unable to recognize your identity even now? These humans are only your subordinates and your men. But now the ones facing death are your actual clansmen! Do you intend to let Aufreyr and Ysondre die for a bunch of your subordinates?”
An expression of agony and struggle appeared on Willis’ face.
He looked around him and saw the green dragon Ysondre frozen within a thick ice crystal, as well as Aufreyr lying in a pool of his own blood with white bone spears still stuck in his body.
Willis closed his eyes painfully. Large tears trickled down his face.
Even though he didn’t want to acknowledge it, he knew it very well. They had lost this war!
This plane had lost all hope!