I just covet their strength

Chapter 71 Diligence brings strength
"Hmph, Yonglan knights are all like this."

Urda curled her lips and softly despised the crazy performance of these guys.

The style she adheres to is [River of Clear Glory], which requires a lot of calculation and thinking, and is an extremely calm and rational fighting style. It can be called the supreme art, and it is incompatible with these reckless men.

It's just a numerical monster, we players who are operation monsters don't like it at all.

Knight Yonglan was the first to rush out, and the resistance army would have no choice but to rush forward. Just as everyone was getting ready for this tragic battle of death, Westhead walked to Saueren's side.

"Your Excellency Sauron, do you want to win?"

The sword master, who had his eyes closed in concentration, opened his eyes when he heard this and looked at Westhead.

"win?"

"Let the vast majority of people in Kepar Plain survive without having to worry about being hunted by the dragons."

Saueren immediately held Westhead's shoulders: "Do you have any good ideas? Why are you talking about it now!"

Westhead said calmly: "It's very simple, just kill the Scorched Wings."

As long as we kill the enemy, won't everyone be protected?
This was Westhead's strategy from the beginning.

You put it here and put it here!

The sword master was immediately discouraged, shook his head and said:
"I can't defeat the Scorched Wings."

This is not self-effacing, but factual, and Westhead is even more aware of the gap than Saueren is.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for a legendary human to defeat a legendary dragon on his own. Even though both of their ranks seem to be legendary, the legendary rank is only the beginning of true transcendence and sainthood. The gap between them is wider than that of humans and dogs. .

There is a huge gap between the templates of dragons and humans.

Even if he makes five copies of Sauerlan and stacks them together, he will still be no match.

What explosiveness, what determination, what faith. These things are useless. If you can't win, you can't win.

"Of course, so please try to hold Scorched Wing back as long as possible. The one who can really inflict fatal damage to Scorched Wing is Leshia."

Westhead looked at the silver-haired dragon girl, who was adjusting her breathing, and the blue arc of electricity sizzled with the rhythm of her breath.

"Long Lei. Long Lei?"

Saueren immediately realized what Westhead was thinking.

If there is anyone present who has the ability to kill the legendary dragon, it is Lesia.

The dragon thunder inherited from [Wings of the Star Abyss] is pure destruction beyond the star sea. It not only represents the proof of the dragon among dragons, but also the power to judge the dragon clan.

The dragon thunder is meant to cause real damage, and if it hits a dragon, the real damage will be eight times the critical hit. It is a special attack among special attacks. It is fully capable of challenging levels and creating miracles.

But it's only theoretically possible.

"Yes, but at least most of the dragons brought by Scorched Wings must die at Lesia's hands, otherwise there is no guarantee."

Westhead said seriously: "We need time, and it is best to weaken the Scorched Wings' combat power."

".I understand. I will buy you some time."

After looking into Westhead's purple eyes for a moment, Saueren nodded solemnly, then turned around and jumped out of the basement.

His back was firm, as if he had made some kind of determination.

After the Juggernaut, the resistance forces also filed out.

Coming out of the shelter-like basement, the first thing that greeted me was a scorching wind that made it difficult to open my eyes.

Looking up, all he saw was ruin and devastation. The [Skyfire Waterfall] of the Scorched Wings did not last long and soon stopped, but the damage it caused was extremely shocking.

The mountains and vegetation that took countless years to form were almost completely burned out, and there are no longer lush dense forests and majestic rocks.

There is only the broken surface that has been baptized by the Skyfire Falls, and sporadic green is struggling to show its existence in the endless Mars. Most of the mountains have only rugged rock pillars that are still being eroded by lava.

As for the Resistance Fortress?
It was a ruin within a ruins, without any intact structure. What appeared before everyone was an empty apocalypse that had never been seen before.

The sky was red with flames, and the ground was boiling with residual heat.

"Whizzing--"

One after another, giant dragons flew across the ground, and they were already fighting against the vigorous Yonglan knights.

The dragon chanted dragon-language spells that tore apart the earth, waving its fangs and claws. Along with the sound of breaking through the air and the crisp sound of gold and iron, the ruins that had been completely destroyed were repeatedly ravaged.

The legendary dragon did not participate in this little fight.

The huge body of Scorched Wings reached low in the sky, its two hind limbs resting on the melted hill, its long neck raised, and endless red embers seemed to spurt out from under its obsidian-like dragon scales.

The dragon wings were unfolded behind him, moving slowly, and thick black and yellow kerosene flowed around the edges.

The posture of the Scorched Wings even looks elegant and majestic, like a king patrolling his territory, waiting for his subjects to see him.

He was waiting for the legendary swordmaster, and all but Sauron were of little concern.

When there are legendary strong men on both sides, the mode of war will be recognized as one battlefield for legends and another for mundane ones.

King against king, against general.

Of course Sauron knew this. He stepped on the vitrified land and walked towards the Scorched Wings step by step.

"Hey, the mouse finally came out of the hole."

The scarlet vertical pupils of the Scorched Wings stared at Sauerlan who was close to him, and he exhaled a smoke-like breath.

"Under my rule, there are still giant rats that have been hidden for decades. Haha, what a surprise. Humans, rats like you always appear every few decades. I can't help it no matter what."

Sauron nodded when he heard the words: "That's right. Even if slaves are born slaves, some people want to look up at the sky, even if it is forbidden by the Dragon Clan. And people who have seen the blue of the sky, how can they tolerate chains? exist?"

"Bam—"

The dragon claws of Scorched Wings struck hard, shaking the earth immediately, and the gravel shattered on Saueren's face.

"You think you're funny? Great? I'm tired of killing human heroes! Do you still think you can defeat me?!"

"I've never had such extravagant hopes."

Facing the joking questioning from the Scorched Wings, the Sword Master silently wiped the dust from his face, sank his knees slightly, and held the hilt of his sword with one hand.

He was not hopeful about Westhead's chance of victory, nor was he looking for some remote miracle.

Regardless of the possibility of victory or not, his answer remains the same.

"A slave cannot defeat a tyrant. I know it all too well. Even so, my choice is not to kneel down, but to wave my sword at the tyrant!"

Taking a step forward, Sauron took a deep breath and drew out his long knife.

From the first time I picked up a sword in my childhood, I began to try to swing it, to later fighting with dragon beasts, to later killing dragons, traveling around, and establishing a resistance army.
Tens of thousands of days and nights without interruption, all the memories flashed like a revolving lantern, finally condensing into this moment.

Reach the pinnacle!

“Diligence brings strength, and self-discipline has yielded results!”

(End of this chapter)