Chapter 118 Natural Disaster (I)

Robert rode on horseback and followed at the end of the army.

On both sides of him, dozens of soldiers were struggling to push the heavy Dragon-Killing Crossbow. The huge wheels on the crossbow mount were turning slowly, making a harsh metal friction sound.

"Grey Eagle" Schroeder also rode a black horse and followed Robert.

"This damn place is getting hotter and hotter."

Robert wiped the sweat off his body and complained.

He asked his staff officer: Why is the army moving so slowly? How long will it take us to get through the Throat of Trier?

The staff officer replied in a deep voice: "Sir, our army has just experienced a bloody battle. It is normal for us to move at a slower speed."

"Lord Robert!"

"We found a stone wall ahead, blocking the Throat of Trier."

The messenger came at full speed and reported in a hurried voice.

"what?"

"How is this possible? The other party just passed." Robert's face was full of disbelief.

Schroeder said solemnly, "It was a spellcaster. There is a high-level spellcaster in the Burning Embers Nest. If I am not mistaken, it should be Stonewall, a fifth-level energy spell that can create an indestructible rock wall."

"It seems that the other party had anticipated that we would catch up and prepared countermeasures in advance."

"so what should I do now?"

Robert was already a little flustered, with sweat pouring down his forehead.

Schlaude said in a deep voice: "Sir, don't worry, this stone wall can be destroyed, and even if the opponent is a great wizard, it will be difficult to maintain this spell for a long time."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Robert was muttering something.

He took out his handkerchief again and wiped the sweat from his head.

Compared to when the coalition forces first entered, the Trier Valley is now like a hot furnace. No one knows why the weather here is so complicated and changeable.

Robert could even smell burnt dust in the air.

etc--

fire?
heat?

The red dragon is known as the "Volcano Dragon".

Thinking of this, and considering the sudden withdrawal of the Burning Ash Legion and the fact that the Red Dragon had never appeared, Robert suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Unfortunately, his hunches were usually correct.

"Big, my lord."

The voice of the staff officer beside him trembled a little.

Robert's thoughts were interrupted. He looked to his side and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"You, please turn around and take a look."

"I know."

The staff officer's tone was desperate and tearful.

Robert finally realized that something was wrong. He turned his head on his horse and then fell off the horse in shock.

He collapsed to the ground, looking up at the sky in despair.

"Tempus is above"

Flame, endless flame.

I saw half of the sky in the distance dyed orange, the horizon turned into a hot, jumping line of fire, and large amounts of thick smoke billowed up, gradually covering the earth.

Hurricanes roared in from the southwest, overturning piles of corpses on the battlefield. Broken body parts like locusts were blown into the air, flew over the fire, were ignited by the heat waves, turned into nutrients for the flames, and fell down as burning fireballs.

And in the center of the fire——

A huge red dragon slowly flapped its wings.

The red dragon is like the embodiment of flames and the heart of a vast fire field. Every time it flaps its wings, the flame breathes and beats, becoming more vigorous.

"Schroder"

"Is this also an illusion?"

This is a question that requires no answer.

Robert looked up at the sky, his face was red from the firelight, and he could even feel the hot air and the smell of sulfur blowing towards him.

Schroeder did not answer, but stared blankly into the distance, muttering in disbelief: "Manipulating the weather..."

"Eight Rings, that's an Eight Rings spell!"

The gray-robed wizard shouted as if he had gone mad.

The soldiers of the Allied Forces were also shocked by this terrible and grand scene. They cried, wailed and prayed in despair, but nothing could help in the face of this boundless sea of ​​fire.

"Gods..."

“This is hell.”

"Do not……"

"How could we become enemies with such a being!"

The way ahead was blocked by an indestructible stone wall, and behind was endless flames.

If they wanted to survive, they could only pray to the gods to perform miracles and quell the disaster. However, this had never happened in the thousands of years of the Third Age.

In other words, this is a complete dead end.

This is a purgatory filled with flames!
"Roar--"

Cassius, in the midst of the boiling flames, let out a loud, commanding roar.

"Ignorant humans..."

"I am fire, I am death!"

"I will bring you complete burning—"

The continued increase in heat formed columnar thermal currents. Countless fire dragons rolled, leaped, rolled, and circled from the ground into the air. The southwest wind blew stronger and stronger, forming a strong centripetal force that swept all objects, including weeds, corpses, flames, and ashes, into the sky.

Countless fire dragons merged into a huge fire tornado, hovering over the Trier Valley within a radius of dozens of miles.

The world seemed to be torn into a huge rift.

The red dragon slowly flapped its wings in the hundred-meter-high pillar of fire that connected the sky and the earth. Every time it flapped its wings, the fire tornado became more vigorous and stronger.

The fire tornado ravaged the earth, burning everything.

The coalition forces had no way out.

Robert then got up from the ground as if awakened from a dream. He looked up at the red dragon in the sky and suddenly thought of something, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

The Scourge cannot be killed.

But the culprit that caused the natural disaster can.

Robert looked at the dragon-killing crossbows covered with thick cloth, as if he had seen the last straw.

Since these giant crossbows were able to kill the "Glacier Wings" that ravaged the north a hundred years ago, I believe they should also be effective against the terrifying red dragon in front of them that is like the incarnation of natural disasters.

His eyes were fierce, and he muttered to himself:
"Kill it, just kill it..."

"Get the dragon-killing crossbow ready! Kill this damn red dragon at all costs!"

Robert shouted desperately.

He pushed aside the panicked soldiers beside him, lifted the thick cloth covering the Dragon Killing Crossbow, and pushed it with all his might.

"Sir, let me help you."

The trusted soldiers on guard nearby also saw what the Earl was thinking, and they quickly mustered up their courage to step forward to help, pushing the heavy crossbow together and aiming it at the red dragon in the sky.

A giant arrow, as thick as an arm and more than two meters long, lay quietly on the boring bed. The sharp iron arrowhead flashed with cold light and was covered with bloodstains.

It once pierced the heart of a dragon.

And now, the fateful moment has come again

The raging flames were approaching, about to devour everything.

"As long as you shoot this arrow..."

"It's all over."

Robert controlled the dragon-killing crossbow and pointed it at the sky. He stared nervously at the approaching red dragon, sweat dripping down his chin. He held his breath involuntarily, his heart pounding.

Through the flames that burned the sky and the earth, he could see the pair of golden vertical pupils looking down at him.

Flames filled the sky and the air was heavy.

One person, one dragon, and four eyes facing each other.

Robert seemed to see a hint of contempt in that look.

(End of this chapter)