Chapter 205: The Prince of the Five-Colored Dragons

The Black Dragon Klein, who had lived in his swamp for a long time, had very little experience raiding outside.

That was because there was deep, muddy water, dense trees, and stinky plants there. The water gave him an advantage in battle, and the common scenes of growth and rot in the swamp helped hide the sharp acid smell on the Black Dragon. This provided enough cover for him to hide.

In the swamp, there were mammals like otters, water voles, and water shrews. There were also many waders, wading birds like cranes and herons, swimming birds like ducks and geese, and raptors like marsh hawks. Klein really liked all of these as food.

Plus, sometimes caravans brought money past his home. As long as he controlled the frequency well and picked the right targets, the Black Dragon Klein could always add new loot to his cave without blocking the trade route. After all, there were quite a few caravans and travelers swallowed by the swamp by accident every year!

Except for the occasional trip to a distant saltwater lake to catch fish just to change his taste, the Black Dragon Klein almost never left his home. Although the salt water caused a severe rash-like irritation on him, he thought it was worth it for the fat loach fish. He thought he was a Black Dragon with taste. He was not like his vulgar brothers who liked the texture and taste of rotting meat. If he had not been called by the Five-Colored Dragon Queen Tiamat whom he respected, he would never have left his territory to rush a thousand miles to this dry-looking city! Even with the moisture from the sea breeze, the air still made him feel quite uncomfortable.

These background conditions meant the Black Dragon Klein had no experience fighting in the city. Although his long life of raiding made him battle-hardened, the sudden change in environment limited his performance.

Although his bloodline inheritance gave him a series of related knowledge, turning those paper-like things into abilities he could use at will required more than just talent. It also needed time and the settling of experience.

The Black Dragon Klein might have the first two, but he absolutely lacked the third. Just like the bucket theory, this missing third factor led to his current state—he felt quite at a loss.

The Black Dragon Klein lowered his head to look for the two reptiles that had hindered him earlier. Two gray-white dragon horns curled around both sides of his head. The diamond-shaped lines on his face and his nose holes that showed only bones made him look like he was made of stacked skull skeletons.

His tooth-filled mouth opened slightly, and his specially structured throat kept vibrating to produce a low sound. Although natural shadows made it impossible to see his eyeballs moving deep in his eye sockets, anyone with normal intelligence knew that this guy was definitely watching every corner here.

The Knight Ahuatan and Knight Baptiste, who were hiding in the houses on both sides, were now holding their breath, waiting until the Black Dragon shifted its attention before making their next move.

The recent contact had made the two understand the gap between them and that Black Dragon. Even Knights would not launch a suicidal charge against an enemy they knew they could not defeat. Only the crazy people of Neon, whose national character was carved with the mindset of betting everything on a small gain, would do such a thing.

Knights never feared challenging the strong, but they would never make useless sacrifices. Facing this unbeatable enemy before them, all they had to do was to buy time. After all, although there were not many strong people in their territory who were stronger than them, there were still a few.

If an ordinary person could not find where the hiding enemy was in a moment, they might instinctively stay alert and stay in place to deal with any situation.

But the Black Dragon Klein was different. His combat instinct was rooted in his bloodline. So, almost as soon as the thought flashed in his brain that he would not catch them so quickly, he immediately flapped his wings and flew high to leave the ground. It looked like he did not want to waste his limited time on this kind of entanglement.

The air current generated by his wings before taking off immediately made the two Knights realize that their delaying tactic might have failed. Flying out and attacking the dragon was their only choice now.

So, before the body of the Black Dragon Klein completely left the ground, in the next instant, a flash of light appeared at the spot where he had stayed. A round, disc-shaped object flew straight at the connection between the Black Dragon’s wing root and his body.

This was Knight Baptiste throwing a small axe with all his might after charging and gaining momentum. It flew towards the weak point on the Black Dragon with a sharp sound of cutting through the air. Knight Baptiste used this weapon with perfect aim, timing, and power. He did not know if this move could achieve a decent result.

Unfortunately, the Black Dragon just turned his head and lowered it, letting the flying axe hit his forehead. If it were a normal human, this axe would have split the whole head in half. Unfortunately, Knight Baptiste was facing a Black Dragon.

The axe spun and bounced away, making a screaming sound that was not inferior to when it was thrown, and nailed into the ordinary stone ground. This sudden flying axe seemed to have no killing effect on the Black Dragon at all.

At the same time, taking advantage of the Black Dragon’s attention being drawn to the flying axe, Knight Ahuatan ran at his fastest speed. He swung his Adamantine longsword in his hand like lightning and cut hard at the Black Dragon’s neck, which was as hard as a python’s body.

The Black Dragon, which had not had time to respond due to the earlier flying axe, quickly retreated. However, it immediately came forward again, pushing its head forward and using its right giant horn to block this strike. Knight Ahuatan instinctively used the rebound force to fly back quickly and create distance from the Black Dragon.

But with a gust of wind, the Black Dragon’s counterattack still came towards his waist and abdomen like a leech that could not be shaken off. Knight Ahuatan had to adjust his posture while retreating. After turning sideways to face the attacking enemy, he gathered strength in both arms and swung his longsword outward with all his might. He barely blocked the Black Dragon’s tail sweep counterattack.

Apart from the initial probe, within a few breaths, this was the first formal clash between the two Knights and the one Dragon.

On the other side, the Green Dragon was handling things much more easily. It pretended to fly low to lure the warriors on the ground to stab their weapons directly into the air. But the Green Dragon Corman, keeping his usual cunning, did not get entangled by the owners of these weapons.

While flying in the air, the Green Dragon Corman opened his mouth wide, and a stream of yellow liquid shot straight out of his mouth. It instantly fell on the ground where a group of warriors had just stood, causing everyone to scatter immediately to avoid it. If the soldiers were not the elites of Bolerum Territory, even under the leadership of Sir Fukna and Sir Chris, they probably could not stand safely in front of this giant dragon.

The ground touched by the liquid almost simultaneously released white steam. The green leaves of the wild grass on the wall corner, which only got a little bit of the liquid, immediately turned pitch black, then quickly melted, leaving not a single scrap behind. Acid! From the beginning, the Green Dragon had schemed to take the lives of these soldiers. His previous actions were just to attract the enemy to gather together and to get the best time to strike.

However, anyone could see that even with the help of the soldiers’ heavy crossbows, this group’s ability to block the enemy was far worse than their colleagues. This was not only because Sir Fukna, Knight, could be said to be the weakest Knight in the territory—even Hiren, who had just been promoted, could win through his bloodline talent and family Secret Art.

At the same time, although Sir Chris was quite strong, he was not good at dealing with enemies from the air.

Of course, the most important reason was that their opponent seemed very good at fighting humans. In fact, very few other Dragonkind were as thoroughly scolded by human-like creatures as the Green Dragon. Although Green Dragons might not be as powerful or destructive as some of their relatives, they are naturally and instinctively liars. They lie as easily as others speak, and they are good at it.

They are fond of schemes and prefer to achieve their goals through deception and double-dealing rather than any other method. Any beast hunts, but they use their skills and intelligence to trick prey into walking into traps. This style, combined with their aggressive nature, makes small creatures either prey or chess pieces for Green Dragons, and almost all creatures are small. This makes them a disgusting, backstabbing beast.

This was why the Green Dragon Corman was so careful in his behavior, because this was not his familiar hunting ground. Facing an unfamiliar environment, the Black Dragon Klein chose to believe in his own strength and fight head-on, which led to an entanglement that was as sticky as chewing gum. But the Green Dragon Corman chose a cautious and careful combat style, gaining the initiative for himself.

This was not only because of nature but also because he had more interactions with Humans. Although Green Dragons are one of the Chromatic Dragons most likely to invade nearby Human communities, some Green Dragons choose to intimidate their neighbors into obedience, while others manipulate and participate in local politics and business interests.

Green Dragons might even use bribery and threats to gain the cooperation of certain selected members in a community, then gain as much power as possible through their agents before other Human-like creatures discover their subordinates. This manipulation by Green Dragons might not have grand goals; they simply enjoy the process and the action itself.

The Green Dragon Corman, because his territory and resources did not overlap with those around him, and because the opponent’s strength was quite good, had reached a peace agreement with the nearby neighbors. However, those who signed such treaties remained highly alert. Because most Green Dragons have an evil love for finding loopholes in such agreements.

However, the Green Dragon Corman had no interest in this. He preferred honesty in this regard to gain the other party’s trust, and then use his brain to earn greater profits.

It was precisely because of his familiarity with Humans and Human cities that the Green Dragon Corman could appear so relaxed in front of everyone. If it came to raw strength, he was really not as good as the Black Dragon Klein.

“Smack!” The Tower Shield that the Sergeant Major held in front of him was completely shattered under the attack of the dragon’s claws. The soldier next to him had just swung his axe halfway, and the squad commander’s longsword had not even left the scabbard. As a result, these three were almost hit by the dragon’s tail at the same time. In their miserable cries, their three bodies flew backward at least twenty yards and fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

Subsequently, the screams of these few people made the two Knights nearby feel much more relieved, because the fact that they could still scream meant that the injuries were not beyond saving.

Those few seemed to be trying to struggle to get up. The Sergeant Major, who bore the heaviest impact, had a large dent in his chest armor, and blood kept dripping from his hanging left hand onto the ground. The other warrior, whose arm had lost all ability to move, had only the hilt of his sword left; the blade was nowhere to be found. But for them, all of this was lucky. Under the attack of the giant dragon, they had luckily escaped death.

Sir Chris seemed to realize that the Green Dragon did not dare to kill openly, as if he was holding back for some reason, acting somewhat hesitant. He originally wanted to use this factor to distract the opponent while launching a counterattack at the right time for his side. Unfortunately, for the cunning “Forest Dragon,” this idea was just a wishful dream. The Green Dragon Corman not only saw through his intention but also made the correct judgment at the first moment.

It quickly climbed higher, no longer making possible contact with the crowd. It looked like it was going to find another target. Sir Chris, a strongman in the territory, could only hatefully look up at the sky and curse the cunning angrily. Riding a Wind-Rider and fighting a giant dragon in the air was, for his strength, no different from looking for death.

Then he saw an arrow pulling a green light, soaring across the sky under the blue clouds and white sky. This straight line seemed to extend straight forward under a pale blue canvas, heading directly toward the Green Dragon that was flying further and further away.

That was the Death Arrow from the Magic Archer. However, Sir Chris did not show any excited expression; instead, he looked somewhat flustered and angry: “What is going on with Uncle Amajir? He actually used his Death Arrow, which he can only activate once a day, to shoot a giant dragon. Does he really think a miracle will happen?”

As the name suggests, if the target is hit by this arrow, they must make a Fortitude save; if they fail, they die immediately. Although that Fortitude save might be high for Humans, for the giant dragon before them, it was nothing. The chance of success was as low as the Titanic hitting an iceberg, an absolute low-probability event. Sir Chris could already imagine the arrow failing in the end; it would just add a little more to the dragon’s back!

Just when Sir Chris saw that arrow hit the dragon’s back and thought the matter was over, a pale blue protective shield instantly appeared around the Green Dragon Corman, canceling the spell effect attached to the arrow.

“Smack!” A sky-blue gem hanging on the giant dragon’s body immediately cracked. Then it shattered into more than ten pieces of various sizes, peeling off and falling from the sky one by one.

“It looks like the biggest problem is solved! So what’s next…” A shooter wrapped entirely in a dark green cloak pulled the longbow he was holding back again.

“Quickly destroy the enemy—” That was the low whisper from the longbow itself. The pale green bowstring emitted a crisp melody.

“The green invader in the sky.” As he shouted out his target, the Elf script on the bow body emitted a soft fluorescence.

“Kill without mercy!” The moment the voice ended, Amajir could feel the bow and himself as one. He felt as if he was always in his peak state.

His right hand gently released the arrow and the bowstring. Accompanied by the sharp and piercing whistling sound of the flying arrow, it flew out. But it did not fly far; the fluorescent arrow seemed to disappear into thin air, erased from everyone’s vision. Almost at the same time, the arrow suddenly appeared in front of the Green Dragon’s head and directly stabbed into his nose cone. This important and sensitive organ of the Green Dragon Corman immediately suffered a heavy blow. Even so, he couldn’t help but shed tears.

Meanwhile, the Knight Ahuatan, who was struggling hard under the rampage of the Black Dragon Klein, complained: “Why is Isolde’s speed so slow today? It’s been so long, and she still hasn’t come to support us?”

Unfortunately, they did not know that Knight Val probably could not free his hands to help so soon. He had just gone out when he met three Dragonborn attackers. But for him, dealing with these guys was a piece of cake. He casually swung a sword, and this sword immediately pushed back the three Dragonborn in front of him, even cutting one Dragonborn in half along with his shield!

With the second sword slash, the other two Dragonborn also became corpses.

But things had just begun. The three corpses immediately caught fire like they were burning, spewing dark red flames. Soon, the flames formed a magic circle filled with blasphemous words.

At the same time, Knight Val could feel the surrounding space crying out in agony.

As the spatial barrier was broken, after a flash of bright light, a giant two-headed dragon appeared. His physical characteristics were a combination of all Chromatic Dragons. The head and upper body were gray-black with blue-green and purple highlights, while the lower body was blue-white, gradually darkening to the gray of the upper body.

This was the Prince of the Five-Colored Dragons, a creation of the Dragon Queen of Evil, Tiamat. She shaped him in her dark and deep cave groups located in Hell as her devotee and heir. In very rare cases, he would enter the Prime Material Plane, usually to support some of the largest Hellish campaigns there.

In legend, the Prince of the Five-Colored Dragons was combative, cruel, and extremely greedy. If mortals, out of evil expectations, wanted to win his favor, he would command them to frequently sacrifice wealth and blood, especially the blood of creatures of Good Alignment.

Knight Val really frowned now, because he knew he probably could not arrive in time to support them today.