Age of Adepts

Dragon Man Campground.

The dogheads in the way have been cleared.

When the camp was sprinkled with dog-headed blood, the stinking smell of blood covered the stench.

For dragon people who have been swimming on the brink of war, the bloody smell not only makes them feel so comfortable that they can relax completely.

Dragons have come a long way to bring some food and sustenance themselves, but given the unpredictability of future battles, it is always good to prepare more food reserves. That's why Legion Commander Will sent a grain squad to find trouble with the native natives.

Dragon warriors gathered together in a small group mode, raised a pile of bonfires and erected a large pot. In a whirl, the camp had a wonderful scent of cooked beast chops.

Even with this brief break before eating, several dragon warriors threw away their armor, threw away their weapons, and the bare-handed battle wrapped up.

Dragon warriors, this fair confrontation is the best stage to demonstrate their personal courage.

So instead of rushing forward to stop them, the dragon captains surrounded themselves with ordinary dragon warriors, cheering for their well-acquainted partners, laughing and cursing at the other side.

The atmosphere in the camp is lively and noisy, but there is a hint of harmony that is difficult for outsiders to experience!

“These over-energized little guys...” Standing on a high slope in a camp, Aiden, the deputy commander with a silent view on several fronts, turned back and scolded.

Though scolding, there was a hint of drowsiness between the words.

Legion leader Will also looked back at the camp, but shook his head and frowned again, looking away. If he puts it in the past, he'll be just like Aiden at the moment, or Guan 'er laughing, or rushing into the camp and yelling a few times, then single-handedly dropping those troublemakers a few times.

But at this moment, a repressive sentiment that is difficult to talk to outsiders is on his mind, making him indelible for a long time.

“What are you still worried about?” Aiden saw his old partner frowned and asked with concern: "Is it over the food squad or the Twin Peaks Mountains? ”

As for the followers of Byron, Aiden didn't even mention it.

Those despicable trolls rejoice in Lord Philippa with low prayer and useless prayer praise. The dragon people despise this behavior by 100,000 points, so it is accompanied by 100,000 points of disgust against these Byrons.

Two hundred Byron followers, sounds like a huge team. Give Aiden a small group of Dragon Warriors who are confident they can slaughter each other in half an hour.

It is precisely because of this great difference in power that dragon people turn a blind eye to the worshippers of the Byron, who can only kneel and pray, and even wish to encounter a powerful monster and then suffer heavy losses.

Legion Commander Will did not respond directly to the old partner's queries, and his gaze continued to wander through the fog in the distance.

“How long has the food squad been gone?” Will stitched his eyes and asked softly, "If I had guessed, they should have returned half an hour ago! ”

Aiden was also an elderly man in the war all year round, and when Will reminded him, he noticed his inappropriateness by lowering his head.

“The fisherman's camp they went to is less than five miles away from us, unless something particularly difficult happened… they should have come back. Why don't I show you? ”

“Don't go! They may never come back...” The flames of anger suddenly erupted in the four amber-shaped eyes of Captain Will: “I have felt bad since entering the Swamp of Sorrow. Looks like we all underestimated the enemy this time! Unconsciously, we have entered the enemy's trap. The enemy did not hold on to the Stoneclaw Mountains at all, but... came halfway here to intercept us. ”

Vice Legion Commander Aiden's eyes were already filled with anger when he heard that the Spirit had fought a cold war and swept again into the surrounding fog.

Fear has hardly ever appeared in the Dragon Warrior's Dictionary.

For these scavengers lurking in the dark, they will only sneak up on the despicable guys who are not in the act. Dragon people will only hate and anger all the time, but they will never fear!

“I'm going to squeeze the team together and keep the little ones on guard!” Vice Legion Commander Aiden made the decision as soon as he was in position.

A chest slap for Will, Aiden crushed a black scorpion climbing to his feet, his hooves flickered, and he rushed down the hill quickly with two of his men.

Will still swept around the camp without looking back, not noticing that the black scorpion wreckage, trampled into meat sauce by Aiden, had spilled a hint of grey smoke into the wet, cold water mist.

And at this moment, the entire dragon camp is actually covered in this weird ash smoke, only because the water fog is hidden.

Just as Wilmer speculated on what the hidden enemy wanted to do, a modified magic airship slowly flew over the camp, haunting it.

If you replace it with a past geotechnical spacecraft, you can hear the steam engine roar 78 miles from Big Crude Benzene. Not to mention mechanical parts and engineering gears that squeak out all sorts of strange noises when they spin. That loud noise, unless the other party is deaf, is impossible to dive to the head of the dragon and the enemy has not discovered anything yet.

When the power source of the Magic spacecraft is converted to magic, the noise emitted is minimal. With the cover of mist, the chances of being spotted by dragon men are even lower.

On top of the magic spacecraft, a magician wrapped in leather goggles and hung with green lenses lay on the edge of the spacecraft, silently observing the dragonman camp underneath him using the perspective perception of the goggles.

A distinguished senior geotechnical engineer softly commanded an engineering robot, carefully placing a more than three metre long cigar bomb * in a projectile hole.

When everything was ready, the senior geotechnical engineer pressed the communicator in the earcup and whispered to the distant convergence: “Hummingbird One to Eagle's Nest... Hummingbird One to Eagle's Nest... Destroyer is in place... Hummingbird One is waiting for the next instruction...”

In the void, intangible energy waves spread rapidly and distantly, sending messages directly into that heavily guarded makeshift camp.

Mary took off her earcup and gently threw it over the metal platform, comfortably placing two long legs on top. The three Blood Knights stood behind her in rows, while the old fox Winrill sneered and murmured in Marie's ear.

And in the corner of the camp, the 2nd dragon man Zacha sat on the half bedroom crooked ground and carefully wiped the thunderbolt spear that had followed him for years with a dry cloth.

Dracula, Medusa Dana, Poison Rondo and Scorpion Lion Leader Kalon have all returned. Apart from Ndo, almost all of the others were injured, most severely by Medusa Dana in particular.

However, Dana's injuries also improved at a rate visible to the naked eye as a result of a large number of therapeutic and life-saving treatments. With a minute's rest, you can basically regain combat power.

Billis, the bug witch who went out to intercept the followers of the Byrons, has not returned, and according to the information returned, Billis has taken advantage of the battle by running out of worm armies, accompanied by those battle magic. However, Byron followers also have some hardships that can inspire some powerful fire system powers, so the loss of magic is also huge.

Looks like Billis won't make it to the Dragon Camp!

For another minute, as Medusa unharmed her head from a giant barrel of herbs, Mary let go of her legs and stood up in a blast: "Get ready to attack!” Then he stepped out of the camp.

By a single order, the temporary camp was like a sudden installation of a high-speed motor and began to operate efficiently.

One hundred and sixty-three battle magic pieces were divided into different battle teams according to the type of attack, lined up neatly, and walked in the mist with heavy steps shaking the mountains.

Mary-led cohorts of witches, in the middle of the magic team, walked silently.

Mary walked forward, giving orders. Eyelines and agents scattered around the Dragon Man camp in advance also began to shrink the front, slowly spreading it to the Dragon Man like a densely ventilated net.

Even with foggy cover-ups, large-scale Legion of Magic operations cannot conceal dragon perceptions.

Dragon men's camp, the dragon men's captains shouting and cursing everywhere, a team of dragon men were assembled and assigned to different areas according to their fighting habits.

This so-called dragon camp is actually a snatch from an indigenous ethnic dog leader.

There are no solid walls or barriers to be maintained on all sides of the camp, although on all three sides there are large mud ponds or ponds, and only a mud track about 10 metres wide can lead straight to the camp.

So the dragons made full use of the terrain according to local conditions, and laid heavy troops at the end of the mud road leading to the camp, forming a solid line of defense.

To be honest, the Dragon Legion's past battles are famous for their wildness and ferocity, and have hardly ever played defensive counter-attacks. Only this time the enemy came too suddenly and appeared to be in a fierce state, which compelled Captain Will to change his mind and try to understand the enemy's falsehood before deciding on a follow-up action.

And the other party's caution is falling into Mary's calculations.

Although Mary is not good at intellect, it is still easy to flirt with a dragon army leader, assisted by the old fox Winrill.

Nearly two hundred dragon men's tiger gaze, neat metal magic laid out the mist, and walked step by step toward the dragon camp. Even the long-suffering dragons were somewhat suspicious of the bloody suicide.

Both sides are slowly closing in.

A terrifying battle is triggered!