What does it mean to be born a dragon slayer on the battlefield?
Just look at the orcs who are extremely excited and roaring at this moment.
It means that it will instantly bring almost unlimited morale, causing soldiers who were still running hastily to stop and have the thought "We can win" in their hearts.
Some people even began to think that Thrall received a blessing from the orc god Gruumsh or the storm god Talos.
Otherwise, how could a warrior cause such a shocking storm that even a powerful dragon would be unable to continue flying and fighting in such bad weather?
At this moment, Thrall's posture as he stood on the dragon's corpse, letting the madness and torrential rain hit him, was as if the God of War descended to earth, full of indescribable domineering power, as if all this existed to set off his power.
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admiration!
respect!
worship!
Thousands of orcs kept chanting the name "Dragon Slayer" like crazy, as if they wanted to vent all their depression, anger and other emotions from being chased by dragon knights and aerial gunships.
After seeing this scene, the other monsters also gathered together, gradually recovering from the chaos and regaining a certain degree of organization and combat effectiveness.
Especially Obould Arrows, who unceremoniously annexed several orcs and half-orc tribes with dead chiefs under his command in the name of leader of the dragon-slaying warrior tribe, looked at Thrall with eyes full of ecstasy and indifference.
Concealed ambition.
Because he knew that no matter whether he won or lost after this battle, this incredibly powerful young orc warrior would become a legend, and his name alone could make countless tribes surrender.
And he only needs to make good use of this, and building an orc kingdom of his own is just around the corner.
At the moment, Obould Arrows' mind is full of how to win over Thrall, and which of his daughters is the most beautiful and suits the other party's taste best. If it's not possible, there is no problem in giving a few more at once.
After all, in the concept of orcs, women are just accessories of men and part of their property.
Its only role is to do laundry and cooking to satisfy the latter's desires, and to continuously conceive and give birth to healthy warriors, while also providing some services such as treatment.
Even the goddess known as the mother of orcs, Ruseko, is teaching orc women that they must submit to men and are not even allowed to touch or use any weapons.
Therefore, many orc chiefs will send their daughters to win over the most powerful warriors in the tribe. If necessary, it is not impossible to even send the daughter's mother.
Anyway, they don’t have the same concepts of ethics and morality as in the civilized world, and they don’t even have concepts like husband and wife, partnership, and marriage.
Men have absolutely no feelings for women, they just possess and dominate them like animals.
A powerful man can have several, a dozen or even dozens of women at the same time, and then have sex with them and give birth to a large number of offspring to continue his bloodline.
When he starts to get tired of some of them, he will reward them with his daughters to the warriors under his command.
Although Obould of the Arrows has very few women, at least in the eyes of the orcs, and has only eight sons who are close to adulthood, he cannot afford to have too many daughters.
There are not only pure-blooded orcs, but also hybrids such as humans, elves, ogres, and hill giants.
Of course, the latter is basically born with war, capture and rape.
On weekdays, Leobald Arrows didn't care at all about the life and death of these daughters, and he didn't even bother to count their numbers. Some of them had never even seen each other since they were born.
But now, they can finally come in handy.
Just when the orc chief's heart was filled with enthusiasm and he began to look forward to a bright future, a giant dragon with its whole body covered in red flames suddenly appeared on the deck of a gunboat in the distant sky. It looked stronger than the mounts of other dragon knights.
It's almost twice as big.
Although the rain was pouring heavily at this moment due to the raging storm, not a single raindrop could fall on the dragon's scales, which were as hot as lava.
To be exact, the rainwater has been evaporated into water vapor by the terrifying high temperature before it has time to get close. From a distance, it looks like it is shrouded in white mist.
Vaguely, through the white mist, a figure wearing pure black full-body plate armor could be seen on the dragon's back.
I saw the giant flame dragon spreading its wings, leaping forward, and swooping down directly from the flight deck of the aerial gunship.
Because the speed is too fast and will evaporate all liquid water into gaseous state, it leaves a striking white line in the sky along the way, which itself looks as spectacular as a shock wave formed by breaking the sound barrier.
boom!!!!
Accompanied by deafening thunder, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the diving dragon.
But unfortunately, when the lightning struck, an invisible light curtain absorbed all the destructive power. It was obviously a protective spell like [Protection from Energy Damage] and [Energy Immunity] at work.
However, this result did not surprise Sal too much.
It would be strange to dare to attack under such a terrifying storm without any preparation.
You must know that even the giant dragons with blue dragon bloodline that can be completely immune to lightning damage are still very few who dare to continue flying in the pouring rain.
Because maybe they are not afraid of lightning, but they cannot ignore the power of each super tornado.
Once you are accidentally attracted, you will definitely be injured even if you cannot die.
What's more, even if the dragon can carry it, the knight on the dragon's back cannot. He will definitely be thrown off and smashed into pieces.
In just a few seconds, the flaming dragon, covered in white water vapor, dropped hundreds of meters, and was very, very close to the ground.
The monsters below and the residents of Leicester Port could even clearly see the firelight faintly revealed from the white mist, as well as the huge and terrifying head.
Just when everyone thought he would spit out hot dragon breath and burn everything in front of him, the dragon suddenly came to an emergency stop, flapped its wings and landed steadily on the muddy ground.
Chi chi chi chi——
The high temperature and heat wave that hit us instantly vaporized the water on the ground, and even the paste-like mud hardened and cracked in an instant. The trees, weeds and roots began to burn violently and quickly turned into ashes.
The high-temperature water vapor in the surrounding environment even severely burned the skin and respiratory systems of the dozen orcs closest to them, causing them to fall to the ground and howl in pain.
The terrifying dragon power made the monster army that was still in a state of excitement instantly become silent.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, a figure wearing ferocious black plate armor jumped straight down on the dragon's head, and his heavy boots left two deep footprints on the ground with a bang.
When she walked out of the white water vapor, the monsters finally saw clearly that she was a woman.
To be precise, he is a beautiful half-elf with long brown and slightly red hair and slightly pointed ears.
The exquisite carvings and patterns on the armor, as well as the huge dark red gem on the chest, all exude a deep and evil aura.
The two-handed giant sword carried behind him was like the giant dragon behind him, constantly spewing bright and dazzling flames, and the rain evaporated into white water vapor before it had time to fall.
A woman?!
All the monsters present showed expressions of shock and disbelief.
In complete contrast to them, the residents of Leicester Port began to cheer loudly as if they had seen a savior.
"Damn it! I remembered it! She...she is Erebeth de Timarande! Lord Nasir's deputy, the second-in-command in Neverwinter."
An ogre magician was the first to recognize the other party's identity, with a trace of nervousness and fear in his eyes.
"Arebeth? Isn't she a paladin of Tyr, the God of Justice? How come the camp aura is red, symbolizing evil?"
Another Gnoll Priest wearing Yeenoghu's eyes widened in surprise.
After all, there is no tribe that lives in the Neverwinter Forest that has not heard of the name "Erebeth de Timarand".
Among them, those who are inclined to good will regard it as a benevolent protector, while those who are inclined to evil will regard it as the greatest threat and obstacle.
Over the years, countless monsters, bandits, and beasts that invaded villages and towns have died under her sword, including a team of red-robed mages from Sere.
But now, this former paladin has turned into something completely opposite.
Whether it's the ferocious skull on the black armor, the pair of eyes flashing with malice, or the crimson camp light, they all point to a terrible result.
Fall!
And it's not just an ordinary depravity, but it's also favored by a powerful evil being.
While the ogre magician and the jackal priest were talking, Irebes had already arrived in front of Thrall, looking at him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. After a full minute, he pursed his lips and commented with a smile.
Said: "You can kill an imperial dragon knight and his mount, and also summon a storm of this level. You are really good."
"Are you here to avenge your men? Madam."
Thrall undoubtedly felt the powerful aura emanating from the other party, and his face suddenly became extremely serious.
"revenge?"
Aribes glanced at the corpses of the dragon knight and the dragon and smiled contemptuously.
"No, of course not.
I'm not interested in doing such boring things.
To be continued...