Chapter 14: Slaying the Mountain Devouring Green Dragon
The faint scent of decaying leaves was quite pleasant. The dense pine forest, which shaded out the sky, provided Kommer and his group with excellent cover. The thick leaves were up to half a meter wide. Although dead branches and leaves could make noise, shielding magic effectively silenced them, allowing Kommer’s group to use disguise magic to quietly approach their prey to the optimal observation distance.
Kommer crawled in the mud, carefully observing the group of people working intensively in the distance. It seemed they were trying to capture the Mountain Devouring Green Dragon that roamed the shores of the ice lake. This creature was no easy opponent. Judging from the focused expressions of these mages, they themselves weren’t very confident either. Mountain Devouring Green Dragons usually appeared in pairs. These magical beasts, with a distant blood relation to dragons, were extremely powerful—possessing water-based magic powers, formidable attack capabilities, and a strong sense of revenge. They generally came in pairs, making it impossible for just one or two mages to deal with them. But now, it seemed there was only one such dragon active by the lake. Perhaps these people were emboldened by their numbers and the support of several knights.
Kommer searched carefully around the lake’s edge but found nothing else. He was puzzled—Mountain Devouring Green Dragons always came in pairs. Why was there only one now? He suspected another dragon might be hiding somewhere. If he miscalculated this, the cost would be high. While the enemy might make mistakes, he had to be careful. That dragon wouldn’t care which side you were on; it only recognized humans.
“Shatima, there’s only a male Green Dragon here. There should be a female as well. You’re more sensitive to such things—please search more carefully and see if you can find her,” Kommer said to the impatient-looking beautiful dragon beside him.
“Hmph, are these little reptiles really worth your concern?” Shatima pouted, her red lips curled in displeasure. “They claim to be related to us dragons, but as far as I know, they’re not even remotely related, because…”
“Alright, alright. I didn’t mean to insult your noble dragon bloodline. But at least you have a sharper sense for detecting these little reptiles than we do, right?” Kommer glanced at her with a half-smile.
Some anger made her puff out her chest; her ice-blue eyes narrowed into sharp gazes that swept over Komer’s face like thorns. The sparse armor on her chest seemed unable to contain her proudly protruding breasts, and the undulating flesh revealed deep cleavage. Even the upper halves of those milky-white orbs could be faintly seen trembling slightly.
“Komer, please be careful with your words. The dignity of the dragon race cannot be provoked. You…” Shatima found herself growing increasingly lacking in confidence in front of this lord. No matter whether it was in verbal sparring or in the aura she exuded, this guy always managed to overwhelm her, filling her with utter humiliation and anger. Many times she had wanted to challenge him in a fit of rage, but for some reason, the urge to explode vanished the moment she saw him. Though her anger remained, she could no longer muster the passion to kill him.
“I know, I understand. Fine? Just do me a favor and help with some actual work. It’s not easy for me either—being this damned lord means worrying about everything. Just help me out, okay?” Reno’s tone, half-teasing and half-commanding, finally brought a sense of satisfaction to Shatima. She cast a seductive glance at Komer before lifting her plump buttocks and creeping forward quietly.
Seeing the other party’s distorted knight pants outlining every detail of their rounded buttocks, even the subtle curves where their legs met, Komer felt an unexplained surge of excitement. A strange sensation spread through his body. This little bitch really had a way of tempting people, enough to excite him at a time like this. It seemed he had indeed overlooked the allure of this beautiful dragon woman.
Rebri hid tightly on Komer’s left flank, carefully observing the movements of the enemy mages. These guys were probably wondering why only one Azure Wyrm had appeared. To be safe, they were also scanning the surroundings for any other Azure Wyrm lurking nearby. The seven knights had already drawn their knight lances and swords, while the mages were casting spells to enhance their defensive capabilities. This battle would be fierce and couldn’t be underestimated—success would bring great rewards, but failure could cost lives.
Delawade silently chanted spells, waves of white mist emerging in front of the knights, gradually seeping into their armor. A streak of sky-blue light also flashed briefly on the blades of the knights’ weapons, enhancing their defensive capabilities while also boosting their offensive power. The Green Dragon had an incredibly tough body; even combat energy might not be enough to pierce it. Advanced weapons or artifacts were necessary to be effective. Among the knights before him, it seemed only one possessed such qualities, leaving them to rely on magic to enhance the offensive power of their weapons.
Clarence took a deep breath. The Mountain Devouring Green Dragon wasn’t originally part of their target group, as dealing with such a powerful monster carried significant risks. But seeing this lone Green Dragon, it would be a shame to give up on it. His companions’ urging and the knights’ encouragement finally convinced Clarence to take this risk, though he seemed to have forgotten that adventure often comes at a cost.
The seven knights were all ready, their lances and swords emitting a faint glow. From afar, Komer felt a stir in his heart—it seemed Philip really intended to deal with him once and for all. Knights with the ability to project combat energy were rare in the Cyprus Knights Order; even his own incompetent brother didn’t possess such power. Yet now, seven of them appeared here by this ice lake all at once. Philip was quite generous. If these seven knights were defeated, how would Philip face their families? Although the knights’ creed was to be brave and willing to sacrifice, not all members of their families shared that mindset.
Seeing Shatima return quietly with a serious expression, Komer realized there might be trouble, yet he still maintained an air of calm composure.
“Komer, things don’t look good. These guys are really lucky. This Mountain Devouring Green Dragon isn’t alone—it’s part of a pack. I found four more Green Dragons in a series of ice caves three kilometers to the right ahead. It seems this one is a member of that Green Dragon family and still underage. Its parents are the true adult Green Dragons, currently sleeping soundly in the ice caves. And this guy probably has two more siblings.”
Even Shatima realized the severity of the problem; how could Kommer not understand the danger? Five Azure Wyverns—wasn’t that seeking death? Especially since two of them were fully grown. If their offspring were threatened, wouldn’t they fight to the death in retaliation? Kommer could even imagine the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, laughing maniacally above those mages and knights.
“Then let’s withdraw quickly. We can’t let these guys bring disaster upon us,” Kommer decided resolutely. “They must have come from the northeast. We’ll set an ambush there. If any escape, we might catch one or two. Azure Wyverns generally don’t leave the ice lake area; staying a kilometer away from it is safe enough.”
In the blink of an eye, as Kommer and his group hurriedly packed up and slipped away, Clarence gave the order to launch a full-scale attack on the Azure Wyverns, who were still unaware of the danger.
Seven radiant beams, like rainbows, streaked across the sky. Like a magic ring summoning winds and storms, they absorbed all the surrounding energy, converging into a dazzling ring that struck the Azure Wyvern playing by the lake. A shrill scream erupted from its mouth as the icy blades approached. Two knight lances pierced through the wyvern’s sharp claws, their sharp tips tearing through its chest scales, while another knight’s sword silently sliced across its tail. Only then did the wyvern realize that half of its tail was gone, with blue blood spraying into the air.
The smoothness of the attack surprised the mages and knights. Were the legendary Azure Wyverns really that weak? Had they overreacted? But they soon realized they were wrong.
Pain-stricken, the Azure Wyvern leaped wildly into the air. Their distant dragon ancestry granted them the ability to fly, though not very high—three to five meters was enough for them. Their thick tails swung like thunder, and a knight caught off guard had to use his lance to block this unstoppable strike.
That utterly devastating strike immediately made the knight taste the bitterness of paying with blood. The immense force of the impact sent the knight flying dozens of meters away. This brute-force confrontation, devoid of any tactics, was purely a test of strength. To try to match the strength of a berserk magical beast head-on was nothing short of seeking death. Watching the knight’s body crash into the bushes by the lake, blood gushing from his mouth, Vladkov and Sorenberg, hidden in the fir trees 800 meters away, shook their heads in sighs. The knight was strong, but his mind was extremely simple. He could have used external forces to reduce most of the impact force and still bravely resist. Perhaps it was the knight’s creed of never retreating in the face of danger that had rusted in their minds, leading to such rigidity?