Chapter 617 - 332: Raine, This Young Man...
And just as Raine plunged straight down from high altitude with the two Giant Dragons, the battle over Dalem’s skies had already ended.
Crowned and stern-faced, Brute Hammer the Second watched the Green Dragon Waraug fleeing for its life until it was no more than a tiny green speck at the edge of the sky, and couldn’t help feeling a bit of regret.
"Giant Dragons truly are a race favored by heaven."
Judging by flight alone, even though Brute Hammer the Second was a Legendary powerhouse, by virtue of the inherent limits of the Combat Professional classes, he still couldn’t compare to an adult Giant Dragon.
In fact, if not for Grand Elder Galin’s High-tier Divine Art, ’Wings of Faith’, he wouldn’t be able to fly at all.
Let alone talk about speed.
And as far as the plan went, although the execution was smooth, the result was that the other Giant Dragon—the Green Dragon Waraug—managed to escape.
Because none of the Dwarf high command, Brute Hammer the Second included, had expected that after the Blue Dragon Orosantor was ambushed, the other Giant Dragon, the Green Dragon Waraug, wouldn’t even breathe once, but would simply wheel around and run.
It showed not a shred of fighting will!
The Green Dragon had bolted in fright at first sight, which left the other Dwarf Elders and Priests no time to make a move and intercept.
Still, considering the Green Dragon’s nature as the most cunning and cautious among the Five-Color Dragons, bolting the instant the situation looked wrong wasn’t exactly unexpected.
Only, in that case, this operation hadn’t achieved complete success and carried a bit of regret.
However, when Brute Hammer the Second glanced down at the Blue Dragon Orosantor, whose wings had already been pierced by Dragon-Hunting Crossbows and whose body was bound up like a rice dumpling by dozens of iron chains, his heart finally eased.
This operation had still yielded gains.
If Winternee’s side could also successfully take down a Giant Dragon, or at least severely wound one, it would create favorable conditions for the final decisive battle to come.
"I wonder how things are going on Winternee’s side?"
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. With Raine there, we should see quite the harvest." Elder Balin, who had walked over, seemed to have heard Brute Hammer the Second’s muttering and spoke with a squinting smile.
"Oh? You have that much confidence in that human youngster?" Brute Hammer the Second glanced at Balin in surprise.
He had previously heard Balin mention this young man Raine.
Later, his own daughter Winternee had returned and couldn’t stop praising him.
But at the time he had harbored some doubts—could a young human really slay a Legendary Eye Demon?
That was far too unbelievable.
"Mm, that young man Raine... is very strange." As he spoke of Raine, Grand Elder Balin stroked his graying, near-floor-length beard, and the wrinkles around his eyes crinkled as he smiled.
"Strange?"
Hearing Grand Elder Balin use such a word to describe him made Brute Hammer the Second pause.
"That only makes me more curious. If not for the time pressure, according to the plan, I ought to have met him before the battle."
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten? By the plan, Raine should come over here once the battle on his side ends."
"Right! I almost forgot. Counting the time..." As he spoke, Brute Hammer the Second’s expression suddenly hardened, and he looked up at the sky.
"He’s coming fast!" Grand Elder Balin’s beard-stroking motion also froze as he looked at the small blue speck in the distance, closing in at high speed like a blue shooting star, and his face grew solemn.
From the Pillar of Thunder to Dalem, even in a straight line, the distance exceeded two hundred kilometers.
And the battle just now had at most lasted under ten minutes.
Could Aisores really have flown here that fast?
"Full-power flight?"
As the Dwarf King, Brute Hammer the Second knit his thick yellow brows, noticing the same thing.
Although as an Elder Dragon at Legendary Level, and the second-ranked in combat power among the Five-Color Dragons as a Blue Dragon, such speed wasn’t beyond what he’d expect.
But the issue was, even for Aisores, this speed required nearly full-power exertion.
Yet the battle hadn’t even begun, and the other side was already burning stamina like this—was it to rescue his direct offspring, the Blue Dragon Orosantor?
Brute Hammer the Second was puzzled, but he had little time to think the matter through in detail; a string of commands burst from his mouth:
"Everyone, battle ready!"
"Beat the drums! Form the Battle Array!"
"Adjust the angle of the Dragon-Hunting Crossbows!"
"Start the War Golems!"
...
In the sky.
The rapidly arriving Legendary Giant Dragon Aisores cast his huge dragon eyes over his dying offspring Orosantor, then, without a wasted word, his chest vibrated as he spoke:
"Brute Hammer! Today is the day of your death. As Dwarf King, after you fall, I will grant you the honor you deserve."
Speaking, Aisores suddenly spread his massive flesh wings—nearly twice as broad as those of a typical adult Blue Dragon. Those flesh wings, densely covered in blue Dragon Scales, abruptly crackled with massive blue arcs of electricity.
"Thunder Strike!"
Two huge web-like nets of lightning descended from over a hundred meters in the air. Even in daylight, the dazzling flare of electricity nearly forced the Dwarves to squeeze their eyes shut.
"Chzzla!"
Hundreds of arm-thick bolts of lightning, like living electric serpents, writhed over the gigantic rotating dome above the Dwarf Battle Array.
With just one strike, the devout rotating dome formed by the combined prayers of over ten High-tier Priests was thinned out by more than half and wobbled like a bubble; Aisores’s strength as a Legendary Giant Dragon and dragonflight commander was manifested to the fullest.
And just as the High-tier Priests, Grand Elder Balin among them, felt a breath of relief, thinking they had blocked the attack, Brute Hammer the Second’s shout suddenly rang in their ears!