Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

"This is getting much better," Arthur stood high in the air while observing his armies moving towards the front one. "and much faster as well."

'Ding! But their strengths are slightly equal,' the system warned.

"Don't worry my old friend," Arthur spread his wings and flew to the front, "I don't plan to make them fight all by themselves."

He took out his bow and started raining down arrows from the air on the ground. Despite the fact that his arrows lost much power in this realm, they still showed a good deal of damage against his enemies.

And he just targeted the lines lying behind the frontlines of his forces. Like this he kept raining everywhere, not leaving a place without hitting it with his arrows.

He spread damage and explosions to everyone, and that helped a lot in rapidly reducing the numbers of his enemies or shaking their tight formations.

"Damn you," suddenly a loud and angry voice erupted all of sudden, "I won't stop until I kill you."

Arthur turned his head to spot a really hideous looking monster coming towards him. "Hmm, that reminds me of Olor's monsters," he muttered before simply sneering. "Thinking I'm here all alone without protection? Pathetic!"

"Hahaha, your guards are entangled with my men down there. You are all alone, no one is coming to help you."

The monster laughed in a very funny way that made Arthur laugh as well. "Come, let me show you how silly you are."

"Humph."

"Bring my werewolf now."

Arthur waited until the monster was almost upon him when he gave the order to Gege. He wasn't that fool to come this deep in enemies' ranks without a reassuring card.

"Master," the next moment the werewolf appeared with a conflicted look over his face. "It seems Doaf and the others did a great job with you," Arthur nodded before adding, "well done. First go there and kill those annoying flies."

Arthur casually pointed towards the incoming monster alongside his growing entourage of other monsters. There was another deformed monster kin joining the group, and their numbers just crossed a hundred.

"In a minute," the werewolf suddenly disappeared and the next instant he appeared in the middle of the group.

He howled and then the group was instantly hacked with his claws or got bitten by his strong jaws.

He was like a real wolf let loose on sheep. Arthur watched the great disparity in strength between those hailing from higher realms and those from this realm once more.

"Tsk, I need to finish the ascension requirements so I can join the fun up there," he muttered to himself while watching the wolf killing everyone without any resistance at all.

Some tried to escape, and most tried to fight back but none managed to cause a real damage over his body. The fight didn't take five minutes before it swiftly ended and the werewolf came again to stand politely beside Arthur with head bowed slightly down.

"Impressive," Arthur said, "Doaf did a marvelous job in teaching you manners."

The werewolf didn't comment on this as he asked: "Do you want me to hit anyone else?"

"No," Arthur shook his head before adding, "just follow me along. You are my first bodyguard."

"First?" the werewolf muttered in doubt.

"Sure, I plan to form an elite force from those hailing from higher realms to be my personal guards," Arthur said before excitedly adding, "I will create miracles alongside you all."

"I'll always be there to help you, master," the werewolf promised and Arthur then took out a large piece of cooked Golam's meat and threw it to him. "this is your reward."

"Such a fine piece of meat," the eyes of the werewolf changed the moment he spotted the meat as he didn't hesitate in swallowing it in five big bites. "Thanks master, this is just one of the best meals I have ever had," the werewolf said in a mouthful of meat.

"Serve me better and you'll have more of such precious things."

The werewolf smiled viciously while Arthur turned around and continued releasing his arrows once again.

And the entire battlefield started to shake again from explosions coming from his arrows.

The fight at first seemed unbalanced, but with the massive difference in force between his higher realm helpers and those from this realm, alongside the army he summoned and the arrows he kept releasing – the fight started to be a crushing victory for him.

It didn't take long before some started to run, some started to surrender to him, while the rest were being massacred by the combined forces here.

It was such an epic battle and if not for the large number of the enemies the fight should have ended long time ago.

"This is really tiring," Arthur was panting while watching the remnant battles scattered everywhere, "but the gains are massive."

His eyes shone brightly while glancing over the islands of mages scattered everywhere in the battlefield, doing nothing but kneeling on their knees and bowing their heads to him.

Their numbers were high, exceeding a hundred thousand at least. "That makes me wonder how many initially came to attack here," he softly muttered before turning his gaze towards the remaining fights. "It should be over soon. No time to waste and rest then."

He turned around and headed towards the scattered groups down there. He took out a piece of meat and ate it to replenish his consumed strength while the werewolf only followed him like his shadow.

"Bring them in," he landed in front of the first group and softly muttered.

Ding! I'll move them in now,' the system took the mission to grab every single one in this group before Arthur headed towards the scattered bodies all around and said, "Take them as well."

'Ding! Alright.'

He then flew again and headed towards the next group. He kept jumping from one place to another, leisurely like a crowned king walking among his victorious army and defeated foes.