Healing Spell?
Duncan glanced over and imdiately grew interested. He controlled the Monster Hunter to shoot another arrow, but the enemy seed to have prepared in advance, unexpectedly rolling forward to evade the arrow.
Unfortunately, she still couldn’t escape. The Northern Land was extrely desolate, with an excellent view from above, so hiding in the forest was futile, as she was directly marked by the godly perspective of the projection page. By this ti, soone had escaped far away, with only five enemies left scattering. One had already been shot dead, and the other three were dispersing in different directions, seemingly planning to increase their chances of survival.
"Did that dragon fly away?"
The bloodstained executioner breathed a sigh of relief, her face showing an expression of fear as she gritted her teeth and continued to sprint madly. As long as she entered the Cold-Climate Forest, she would have a chance to shake off the dragon.
"As long as I can escape!"
"Report the presence of a dragon here to the Empire! Report to the Priesthood!"
"It won’t take long."
"The Empress’s Dark Elf Forbidden Army will conquer this land, and the Empire’s Dragon Slaying Cannon can shoot down that damned beast!"
The bloodstained executioner faintly heard a scream; she knew another subordinate had been killed by the dragon.
At this mont, she was several kiloters away from the Juvenile Dragon.
Monster Hunter Duncan stood on the Juvenile Dragon’s spine, without hesitation, drew his bow and arrows, aiming at a bloodstained hunter who was sprinting madly through the wasteland. This enemy was also very smart, he was heading straight toward the river, plunging into the water would an taking more ti to chase him.
Whiz!
An arrow swiftly cut through the air.
The fleeing bloodstained hunter stumbled, and the next mont, the Juvenile Dragon’s figure dove down. Facing the charging Giant Dragon from behind, the bloodstained hunter showed a ferocious and ruthless expression, without hesitation, drawing the bloodstained battle blade in a desperate counterattack. However, the Juvenile Dragon suddenly ascended at a dozen ters above his head, right away the sound of breaking through the air was heard.
An Elf battle blade was thrown out!
Thud.
The bloodstained hunter stiffened, pierced through the chest by the battle blade. The Juvenile Dragon circled in mid-air, descending again, its sharp dragon claw effortlessly crushed his spine.
"It’s hard to fight in close combat without a Dragon Spear!"
Duncan was increasingly adept at handling now. It’s said that Dragon Knights are fierce, indeed they are, but weapon requirents are high, needing at least a five- or six-ter-long Dragon Spear to unleash power, otherwise they can only be used as a remote unit.
Regarding the Oathkeeper Longsword, no need to think, it’s too short.
At this point, the other Dark Elf bloodstained hunters were being killed one by one; the only survivor was the bloodstained executioner, who had sprinted away so five or six kiloters.
But that’s fine, this distance is easy for the Giant Dragon to catch up.
The storm roared.
When the bloodstained executioner heard the sound of the breaking wind in the sky, a hint of despair instantly appeared on her fierce face — she couldn’t escape anymore. She tried all ways to evade the enemy, but sohow, after killing the other bloodstained hunters, the enemy could still easily lock onto her position.
"Co on!"
The bloodstained executioner turned her head and shouted angrily, her voice hoarse and shrill, like a tornted person, as she had once treated others.
She gripped the sword hilt with both hands, her expression even more ferocious, provoking at the Giant Dragon in mid-air: "Co kill !"
"You’re also unable to escape!"
"The Empire’s army will sooner or later conquer the Northern Land! When the Empress’s Forbidden Army steps on this land, the Giant Dragon can only submit or die!"
Unknown when it happened.
Duncan suddenly found he could vaguely understand the Dark Elf language, though it still required a bit of conversion ti.
He couldn’t speak yet, nor fully understand, but the projection page would display translated text.
anwhile, so language talents were awakening.
——Oh, little one.
——It seems your talent is special, let see what it is.
——Understanding languages? ntal communication? Few dragons awaken this talent early.
Unknown when, the Dragon heritage mory erged again.
——This is a very dangerous enemy.
——If you want to kill her, it’s best not to hold back, don’t give the enemy any chance to turn the tables.
——If you want to capture her for intelligence.
——I suggest you break or chop off her limbs, then have the Catman vassals monitor her all the ti.
——Rember, no matter what, don’t leave flaws.
Dinsion Space.
Duncan originally intended to kill her, but considering the Dragon heritage mory’s opinion, capturing this bloodstained executioner wasn’t impossible, just that such an enemy was too strong, even as a captive, he must ensure she won’t threaten others.
Whiz.
An arrow swiftly cut through the air, hitting the bloodstained executioner’s abdon with fierce despair on her face.
She also tried to dodge, using weapons to deflect the arrow, but it was impossible, the Elf War Bow was too powerful, and the arrow speed was fast, besides the enemy’s archery skill was nearing Master Level. Although power ceilings vary in different worlds, the skill in archery remains unchanged, except for the tool differences.
Mortal’s Master Level archery is pretty much the sa.
Clearly he could kill her with one arrow, but the Summon Heroic Spirit on the Juvenile Dragon’s spine seed unhurried, one arrow after another, soon five or six arrows were embedded in her body, Healing Spell couldn’t save her anymore.
The bloodstained executioner’s expression was extrely twisted, she’d never fought such a suffocating battle.
The enemy was in the sky, she was on the ground.
No way at all.
If she’d known back then, she would have learned a few more Remote Magic arts, she was adept in Swordsmanship, alchemy, poison crafting, stealth, also mastering Recovery Magic spells, and was an elite in close combat, yet she was powerless before a flying dragon.
Thud.
An arrow hit her knee, and as her Mana gradually depleted, the bloodstained executioner knelt down on one knee in despair, seemingly losing any thought of resisting, closing her eyes and waiting for death’s arrival.
A piercing chill struck.
The anticipated death did not co; the severely weakened bloodstained executioner opened her eyes, and in the next second, let out a shrill scream.
The Giant Dragon broke her right arm, while Monster Hunter Duncan swung the sword to sever her left arm.
Blood gushed.
He decided to heed the advice from the dragon’s inherited mory.
First, chop the enemy into a human stick.
Monster Hunter Duncan, with a blank expression, chopped off the female dark elf’s arms, while the juvenile dragon’s claw lifted and crushed the enemy’s legs in a piercing scream that echoed across the sky, simultaneously spraying cold air to freeze the wounds.
Even so, the enemy before them didn’t die yet, the dying scarlet executioner was captured by the dragon’s claw.
The juvenile dragon picked her up and flew towards the Ancient Catman Tribe.
Dragon Stone Altar.
The silhouette of the juvenile dragon slowly descended, and the summoned Monster Hunter had already disappeared, while the severely injured and dying catman priest lay on the ground, seemingly breathing his last.
——Ancient Catman Tribe (Vassal) (Population 72).
Everywhere lay the corpses of fallen catn, most having died at the hands of the dark elves’ hidden bow attacks.
The juvenile dragon used its claw to cut open its skin, pouring drops of dragon blood into the catman priest’s mouth. Whether he survived depended a bit on luck; he could only strengthen and activate the catman priest’s sub-dragon bloodline.
Bang.
The scarlet executioner, already with his arms severed and legs broken, was thrown to the ground.
The juvenile dragon spoke for the first ti, using very unpracticed beast language to say: "Lock her up... don’t let her die..."
——Language Proficiency [Special Ability]: Dragons can swiftly master all known languages, and as ti passes, their learning efficiency explodes, allowing them to soon speak fluently. When communicating with creatures without language, this ability can transform into temporary telepathy by consuming mana.
(Language is the beginning of civilization and knowledge.)
The surrounding catn were surprised but quickly complied with the dragon lord’s command.
anwhile.
The severely injured and dying catman priest slowly opened his eyes; the dragon’s blood hadn’t healed his injuries, but after drinking it, his once exhausted mana pool trembled, then there was a surge of magic power, and the nearly depleted mana pool suddenly rose a notch.
——Weak Healing Technique.
This close-to-death catman priest, with trembling fingers, cast a spell on himself, and the wound gradually healed, forcibly pulling him back from the brink of death.
Dragon Blood!
The dragon’s magic power!
The elder catman priest was still seriously injured, but his mana pool had recovered significantly. He struggled to get up, then, with the support of a catman hunter, raised his hand to cast another healing spell.
The target, however, was not himself but the equally wounded and blood-soaked juvenile dragon before him.
The clan’s loyalty!
At this mont, even Duncan was slightly moved.
The juvenile dragon gently lifted its dragon claw, a deep voice sounding: "No need."
"These injuries are nothing to ."
"Heal yourself first."
The juvenile dragon had engraved regenerative powers, capable of surviving even near death, and Duncan never fought battles he wasn’t confident in. These injuries would heal completely with a proper al, at most in a day or two.
The catman priest nodded with difficulty and cast another spell on himself.
He knew a few healing spells, but they were very basic.
Basic is okay.
As long as it saves.
The catman priest likely perford a lower-level healing spell, incomparable to that of the scarlet executioner, casting it on himself five or six tis just to barely stand and move.
At this ti, the elder catman priest said solemnly: "Stop the dark elf from bleeding."
"Lock her up."
"Don’t let her die."
"I’ll personally interrogate her later!"
In such primitive tribes, the importance of a priest cannot be overstated. When other catn were thrown into chaos, he imdiately cald the crowd, also rembering the task Duncan had entrusted.
The catman priest’s sorrowful gaze swept over the fallen hunters nearby, and he quietly said: "Bury our clansn."
"Set up sentries."
"Have other hunters remain on alert at all tis."
To ensure the scarlet executioner wouldn’t die, he also perford a weak healing spell on the enemy. The interrogation to follow would be extensive; dark elves were known for their toughness and brutality, and without extrely harsh torture, she wouldn’t speak.
The juvenile dragon spoke then, with a deep voice: "Relocate the tribe to below the Dragon’s Nest."
The only survivor had been captured.
They should have ti to respond; staying here wasn’t safe for the Catman Tribe, so the elders and children should be moved to the flatlands below the Dragon’s Nest.
After speaking, the juvenile dragon rose into the air.
The gains from this battle weren’t small; Duncan needed to contemplate and digest them, and also await the catman priest’s interrogation results.
The expansion of the Dark Elf Empire wouldn’t stop easily.
If they couldn’t hold out.
They would also have to retreat to the Polar Glacier like the Frost Giant tribe, but thinking of that Frost Giant tribe, Duncan imdiately had an idea.
"Collect the dark elf corpses; I’ll have use for them later."
Ancient Oriental Proverb.
The enemy of my enemy is my ally.
It’s uncertain whether that Frost Giant tribe could be approached for communication; the Dark Elf Empire’s quest to conquer the continent would definitely squeeze the living space of other races. Duncan’s primary goal now was to secure his own territory; the Catman Tribe’s numbers alone weren’t enough.
But the dragon had an advantage; they were born monster lords!
Theoretically, if a dragon was powerful enough, the monsters within its territory would gradually submit.
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