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"Understood. In a couple of days, I’ll write a letter to Raine." Humbert pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice.

...

"Boom!!"

Just then, all of a sudden, a violent explosion came from the encampment not far behind them!

Right after, a low, mocking voice rang out: "So this is your trump card. What a pity—now it’s gone."

As a not‑so‑strong fluctuation of Magic spread out, what entered the three men’s sight was a ferocious giant shape suddenly appearing in midair not far away, its whole body covered in green scales.

The other side must have just shed the cover of a Transformation Spell, which was why it suddenly appeared behind them.

"Not good! Over by the Elder!"

"Green Dragon Lestrick drew our attention over here, but in fact he was going to destroy..." As he spoke, the three, whose faces had drastically changed, all turned and ran to the rear!

"Green Dragon! Take this!"

With an explosive shout, the three saw Elder Grenum, clad in rune‑inscribed Heavy Armor, leap high and smash a hammering blow toward Green Dragon Lestrick.

But Lestrick beat his fleshy wings, abruptly climbing higher in the air to hover out of reach, dodging Elder Grenum’s strike.

"Your little tricks are laughably pathetic before the great Lestrick."

"Now your puppet has been destroyed. While I’m still in a good mood, you’d better surrender honestly. Becoming my vassals is your only chance to live."

Hearing Green Dragon Lestrick’s words, Humbert, Krom, and Stone Guard Woron all looked very grim.

Because on this expedition, they had brought a ’national trump card’—a War Golem.

As the culmination of thousands of years of golemcraft in the Mountain Dwarf Kingdom, the War Golem possessed the brutal combat power to crush an adult Giant Dragon, but its shortcomings were also obvious.

Aside from its enormous Energy consumption, the War Golem, weighing over ten tons, had no ability to fly, and once the Giant Dragon took to the air and left, it could only stare helplessly.

So the solution everyone came up with, including Elder Grenum, was to rely on the Golem and the Divine Artifact ’War Shackles’ to set a trap.

They never expected Green Dragon Lestrick to be so insidious and cunning.

He actually feinted in the east and struck in the west.

He first attacked the most important iron mining field of Gubo City, drawing their attention, then slipped into the rear camp via Transformation Spell, searching for and sabotaging the not‑yet‑activated War Golem.

The situation now was, without question, extremely passive for them.

"Green Dragon, save your pack of lies!" Facing the badly damaged War Golem, Elder Grenum, after his hammer blow failed, regained a bit of calm.

Just now, he’d very much wanted to pull out the ’War Shackles’ and directly lock onto Green Dragon Lestrick.

But the problem was, War Shackles had a duration limit and could only restrain the Green Dragon for about five minutes.

Without the War Golem joining the fight, relying on only himself, Woron, and a few others—even going all out—they still couldn’t kill the enemy within five minutes.

On the other hand, without the War Golem tanking in front, not only would the Ironfoot Legion suffer massive casualties, but the few of them would likely...

The Green Dragon’s poison was terrifyingly lethal. Even though Dwarves’ physiques far surpassed humans, they still couldn’t withstand it.

This was also why they needed to rely on the poison‑immune War Golem.

But Grenum also thought of another, more pressing issue—that if he didn’t use the War Shackles, Green Dragon Lestrick could completely rely on a Giant Dragon’s high mobility: strike once and withdraw, then come back to harass again.

Just like before.

Two or three more runs like that, and this force of two thousand elite Dwarves would be eaten away to nothing.

Before he could decide.

"Then let the poison corrode your Armor and your flesh!"

As Lestrick’s words rang out, a mass of yellow‑green toxic fog surged like a tsunami, driven by the huge fleshy wings of Green Dragon Lestrick, whose green‑glowing patterns shimmered, drifting down toward the Dwarf battle line below.

"Evade!"

"Priests, hurry! Remove Poison!"

"Shield Spell!"

Although the fully armed Dwarf Warriors were one after another wrapped in milky‑white spinning shields, the ’Dragonwing Toxic Strike’ unleashed by Green Dragon Lestrick was still far too powerful.

As the yellow‑green poison fog touched the milky‑white spinning shields, a harsh sizzling of corrosion sounded out, and the milky‑white Energy was depleted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They saw one elite Dwarf after another’s complexion rapidly darken as they staggered and collapsed.

"Ah!!"

And many Dwarves, once their Shield Spells were dissolved by the poison, immediately began bleeding black from mouth and nose, screaming as they fell.

....

At the same time.

In the distant sky.

Two Griffins were flying side by side at high speed toward this direction—it was Raine and the Dwarf officer Borbus.

"Mr. Rein, you might not know this. If our king hadn’t been ambushed, the Aisores Blue Dragon flight would never have dared wage war on us... The day before yesterday, over the Iron Hills, even though our king was wounded, with the Shattering Hammer in hand, he still repelled the Blue Dragon main force’s assault!"

Borbus spoke with fiery enthusiasm and great pride about the great battle over the Iron Hills a few days ago.

Raine listened with interest. When he heard ’Shattering Hammer,’ his brows lifted slightly, as if he’d thought of something, and he asked:

"The Shattering Hammer—I remember that’s a Divine Artifact, right?"

"Yes, our clan’s strongest Divine Artifact! It has the power to shatter everything..."

Just then, both Griffins suddenly shuddered, as if afraid of something, and the two men, who had been chatting and laughing, both glanced forward.

Even separated by more than ten kilometers, they could clearly see the figure of the Green Dragon—just a tiny green speck.

"That’s Green Dragon Lestrick; the lords are fighting it!" Dwarf officer Borbus squinted into the distance and said.

"But Mr. Rein, don’t worry. This time we came prepared with a trump card. You’re not an outsider, so it’s fine to tell you—we brought a War Golem."

"War Golem?" Raine first nodded, but soon his pupils shrank.

Because after observing for a moment, he noticed something was wrong.

Even at this distance, it was obvious that Green Dragon Lestrick didn’t seem to be restrained at all, breathing freely downward from the sky and inflicting massive casualties on the elite Dwarves.

At the same time, he didn’t see any Golem of a size comparable to the Green Dragon engaging it.

In other words, things likely hadn’t gone according to plan.

"Huh? Something seems off." As the Griffins sped closer, Dwarf officer Borbus also saw more clearly and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"I’ll land first." After a brief thought, Raine decided to join the battle at once.

"But we’re still quite far from the battlefield. Shouldn’t we..."

"I’m changing gear." As he spoke, Raine quickly guided the Griffin into a descent.

After an emergency landing, Raine pulled out a steel chest from behind him, opened it, and swiftly donned the ’Poison Resistance Set.’

"Mr. Rein, this is?"

Borbus, who had landed with him, stared in astonishment as Raine put on a set of Plate Armor made from multiple fist‑sized scales and alloy plates.

"I’ll go on ahead. Help me watch these chests." With no time to explain, Raine finished gearing up and nodded to Borbus.

"Huh?"

Before he could grasp what Raine meant, there was a flash of blue light—and the Griffin beside him was already empty‑backed.

Mr. Rein?

Dwarf officer Borbus looked around in shock and realized that Raine had vanished.

And at that very moment—

"Aaargh!!!"

He suddenly heard an incomparably shrill scream from the distant Green Dragon.

Snapping his head up.

In Borbus’s field of vision appeared a scene he would never forget as long as he lived—’Green Dragon Lestrick, as if struck by a meteor, was plummeting from midair like a falling star!’

"Don’t tell me it was Mr. Rein who..." Borbus’s eyes went round as saucers; as if thinking of something, he muttered to himself.

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