673: Chapter 492: Dragon Slaying Trap_3 673: Chapter 492: Dragon Slaying Trap_3 A pair of colossal eagle claws, curved like hooks, launched a frontal assault, aiming not at the Giant Dragon’s neck, but its wings.
Experienced in aerial combat, if it snapped any part of the dragon’s wings, there would be no more suspense in this war; what remained would be a one-sided hunt and slaughter.
However, to the young Red Dragon’s eyes, such a reckless charge beca the perfect target.
Fla Dragon’s Breath.
Scorching flas surged towards the Swift Roc.
With both sides charging head-on, the speed was extre; the Swift Roc had no chance to evade, and the entire stream of Dragon Breath hit it head-on, engulfing both its body and wings in the intense flas.
But in the eyes of the Swift Roc, the young Red Dragon saw not terror or despair, and what echoed in its ears was not a painful howl, but a triumphant screech.
The young Red Dragon was horrified to find that his Fla Dragon’s Breath had not injured the opponent at all.
Instead, the chaotic patterns on its body all lit up, flickering with a strange red light.
The red flas of the Fla Dragon’s Breath reassembled, coalescing into a new Fla Dragon’s Breath.
Damn it.
His own Fla Dragon’s Breath had been hijacked by so supernatural ability.
This fight was unwinnable.
In close-quarters combat in the air, even though he had four dragon claws, they were not as effective as the opponent’s pair of eagle claws.
The biting of a dragon’s maw was not as sharp as an eagle’s beak.
The young Red Dragon spread his wings and dove towards the ground, running while crying out, “Master, save , this mixed breed has the ability to hijack Dragon Breath…
Ahhh…”
The last words turned into a wretched scream.
In doing so, the young Red Dragon exposed its back to the Swift Roc.
The Swift Roc naturally did not hold back, striking with both claws.
The sharp eagle claws cut through the thickest Dragon Scales as easily as if slicing tofu, leaving behind six wounds of varying depths, two of which, crossed by the middle finger, reached the bone; Dragon Blood gushed out profusely.
Each ti the young Red Dragon flapped its wings, the movent agitated the wounds, eliciting continuous agonized howls and deforming his actions, slowing down his flying speed even more.
But the cry of the young Red Dragon did startle the Swift Roc for a mont, causing a brief dullness in its movents.
Master?
This Red Dragon has a master?
Could it be that half-Elf outsider?
Yes.
It must be him, after all, he was targeting his mining quarry and the Gnolls.
This young Red Dragon also took off from the mining quarry.
Which ans that the half-Elf could enslave not just Gnolls, but also a Red Dragon.
With that, the nature of the situation beca sowhat different.
Those fleeing Gnolls had not ntioned this critical piece of information.
If he had known that a mining quarry was guarded by a young Red Dragon, his actions would not have been so rash.
No.
Those Gnoll deserters had intentionally leaked the mining quarry information to him, and had subtly steered the conversation to infuriate him, prompting him to seek revenge on them.
Attacking his property was the best revenge when there was no way to attack the person directly.
So, this was a trap.
A trap ticulously prepared for oneself.
Although the Swift Roc was irascible and prone to anger, it was not stupid, and it quickly grasped the entire situation.
But it was a bit too late.
For the enemy’s ambush had already been fully deployed.
The Swift Roc only felt a chill envelop its body, covered by a strange Law Force.
The enemy had actually targeted its ability weakness, successfully casting a spell on it—when it had hijacked an enemy’s spell but had not imdiately used it against its foe, it could not hijack another spell, and its Twisting Halo was sowhat suppressed.
Because it now also counted as a bearer of a spell.
One rider, at a terrifying speed, flew straight towards it.
Who else could it be but that Pegasus Knight who had caused it a not insignificant trouble last ti?
Without a second thought, the Swift Roc flapped its wings fiercely, desperately increasing its speed, prepared to flee without looking back.
“Who would have thought that Lord Alarada is such a coward that he doesn’t even dare to face his opponent, haha…
If word gets out, it will be a laughingstock.
From now on, this place is our territory, don’t hang around here, and make a detour when you see us,”
“You don’t believe when they call you a mixed breed, huh?
Where’s the ability you just displayed?
Co on, continue, try it!”
Not only did Gaven mock from a distance, but the young Red Dragon that had previously fled in a sorry state turned around and followed, taunting without stopping.
The Swift Roc was so infuriated it was about to explode, yet rather than stopping to counterattack, it fled even faster.
It had wreaked havoc in this area for so many years, relying not only on its unique abilities but more importantly, on its greater patience and better judgnt compared to most Swift Rocs.
It imdiately recognized that the situation was extrely unfavorable to itself.
It decided to shrink back into the Wild Magic Zone that was advantageous to it before taking further action.
Many enemies were deterred by such an environnt.
And so who considered themselves mighty were ultimately reverse slain by it using the unique conditions, ending up as its dinner for the day.
The enemy had laid out a trap with great care, luring it out, probably because they feared the Wild Magic Zone.
But this ti, the enemy was clearly well-prepared.
The enemy went all out from the get-go.
The peculiar Pegasus, bristling with erald luminescence like it had a long tail streaming behind it, reached an extre speed in re seconds, rapidly closing the distance between them to a hundred ters.
Then the Swift Roc felt itself enveloped by a strange Law Force, identical to the one that had been cast on it.
This was not ordinary magic, but the force of Law, which had exceeded the scope of the Twisting Spell Aura.
The enemy was not directly behind it but used the terrifying speed advantage to overtake it from above, then perford an unbelievable 180-degree turn mid-air, transforming front to back and back to front, coming to an abrupt halt in the sky, waiting for it to deliver itself to the door.
The enemy could stop abruptly in the air.
The Swift Roc could not.
Even if it attempted an ergency brake, the inertia from high-speed flight would still carry it to the enemy’s position.
Thus, it didn’t even try to brake suddenly; instead, it folded its wings and dived at high speed, planning to dash under the enemy at the fastest speed possible.
But its course of action had already been predicted by the enemy.
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