Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

This part of the city was at the conjunction between the city area and the forest in the front. This side of the wall seemed to be hastily built, as Arthur realized seeing it from above the issues it had here.

The walls were supposed to follow a straight line parallel to the woods before they would arch at the distance to connect with the rear walls facing the mountains.

However the walls here were abruptly broken, to go inside midway, leaving behind more area to cover.

That made a huge part of the wall coming from the mountains exposed, so they had to connect both using an oblique line of walls. This was where the weak defensive spots appeared, and it seemed they didn't have enough time to complete this weakened wall.

After all his city was built entirely over a Fey Line diagram buried under the ground. Deviating from it, and building this urgent section of walls here made things weak not strong, compared to any other wall section built following the diagram.

"They had the news of the attack coming and then had built this sector in a hurry, not sticking to the initial plan I suppose," he muttered as he started to channel his energy before letting out a strong fountain of deadly fire.

Anything the fire touched corroded and instantly caused a deadly wound to the target. Even those lucky enough to be away from the direct gush of the fire, they had deep wounds just from the splashes that came towards them.

Arthur started killing his way using his fire, while hitting those away using his bow. Alone he turned into a killing machine; unstoppable and unapproachable.

The flood of monsters coming at him was met by all these attacks, creating a stunning scene of many monsters falling off the air like snowflakes; all either dead or about to.

Yet he wasn't moving chaotically as he was aiming for a certain direction. The swarms of monsters here came from miles at the front, where many pocket worlds appeared to send out warriors.

And he just aimed at these, deciding to hit them where it really hurt.

However, just as he was heading smoothly towards the place he wanted, a strange man floated in the air. He was a middle aged man, with such a dignified face and strong aura that made Arthur pause the moment he noticed him.

The man wasn't using anything to float, not a wing not a power not even using part of a transformation. The man was just rising up from the ground like he was walking on the ground; easy and casually pressing each leg higher like ascending stairs.

"Oh, never thought to find such a strong character here in this forgotten world," he roared, and the man understood him quite fine as he smiled, showing two strange scars at the corners of his mouth.

"If not for such an impious dragonair son causing all this trouble to my friends I wouldn't have shown myself here."

"I never thought dragonair is a creed."

"It is, and you don't need to know more about it as soon you will lose everything."

The next thing the man did was to take out a long and strange looking staff. It had thin and thick ends, with the thick end having such a large dark red glistering ore in the middle of it, and the man just grabbed it from the thin part.

"I don't know why but I doubt you can harm me with this old man stick of yours."

Arthur tried to act casual, unfazed with such threat. Yet he knew this man's words weren't groundless and he was in real danger.

But he didn't know what sort of danger it was or its extent yet. Also he didn't know if he could escape this attack successfully.

"I know youth can be impulsive, but you crossed all the red lines here kid," the man then pointed the staff towards him with a deepening voice, "Let the curse of eternal agony befall on you, Willy of the golden lion clan. Let your bone age, your flesh wither, and let your fiery dragonair soul burn out until a small flicker only reminds. Willy of the golden lion clan; I curse you!"

The next moment a group of circles appeared out of thin air, each had different shape and color; all forming diagrams of five heads to twelve heads.

Arthur counted dozens of them in this flash of second, and when he glanced at these he felt shudder deep inside his soul.

"If you have a trick, this is the best time to use," he hurried to say, addressing his system which suddenly went off.

"Don't bother, any external aid or link to anyone except yourself will be severed. This is the ancient curse our ancestors took, and without the proper intervention from me or capable individuals, you will perish here once and for all. You will be lucky to be alive after this, crippled yet alive. And I promise you to swiftly kill you without making you suffer."

Arthur tried to move, yet his body was stuck to the air like he was deeply immersed in the mud. "Don't try, I have already sealed the space around you," the man said.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked, with extreme hatred and vigilance.

"I'm the man who your clan hired to do their dirty stuff. I'm Roland."

Alright Roland, I promise you I won't die here, and sooner or later I will come to claim your head of yours."

"Hahaha, so funny. This curse wasn't done by the clan, it was done by their nemesis, the bronzed giant clan. You can't escape it even if you turned your heart to the other side, as this aimed and targeted your dragonair's blood. Just accept the truth and face death with a broad smile."

Arthur didn't listen to his talk as he tried his best to break free, yet the shackles enforced on him weren't that easy to handle.