The Wizarding Age

The dragon lord ran away...

However, there are still many spies and eyes in its territory, ambushing and launching frequent raids where the wizard team passes.

These guys are either groups of dragon warriors or some ignorant indigenous tribes. Unfortunately, no matter which situation, they can't shake the huge metal caravan that looks like a long snake.

They came, attacked... and stayed forever.

How could they know that the raids they thought were hidden were so clumsy and crude in the eyes of the wizards. The eyeball fighters flying a hundred meters above the ground opened a small hole the size of an egg under the belly, radiating detection ripples of different colors downwards.

No matter whether the dragons or indigenous tribes are ambushing in mud traps, pits or bushes, their huge life energy cannot escape the scanning and perception of life ripples. Their self-proclaimed raids were actually detected and scanned by the eyeball fighters, and then transmitted and fed back to the wizards in the metal caravan.

So, suddenly, several goblin chariots in the metal convoy that was rushing forward turned their heads and rushed towards these ‘traps’ dragging with billowing smoke and dust.

Before they got close to the traps, the magic cannons mounted on the goblin chariots began to roar continuously, blowing up dust and branches around the traps. The dragon people or natives who were forced out of the traps were blown to pieces and blood and flesh by the dense energy rays and fierce magic cannons before they could rush to the goblin chariots.

If there were level 2 creatures among the ambushed enemies, several goblin chariots would not engage in direct combat with them at all, but would turn their heads and fight guerrilla warfare. How many times could the powerful level 2 dragon people withstand the bombardment of magic cannons? If the enemy still didn’t fall, there were wizards stationed in the accompanying chariots, and powerful and strange witchcraft rained down like raindrops, and even the most powerful enemies would collapse in grief and anger.

From the beginning to the end, these dragon people and indigenous tribes had no hope of catching up with the goblin chariots for a moment. The long-range skills they possessed were either powerful spears or medium-range metal darts, which had no other effect except adding a few pits and decorations to the metal body of the goblin chariots.

On one side were the fully armed killing machines from the higher planes, and on the other side were the narrow-minded and autistic primitive natives... Although the individual strength of the dragon people was enough to easily crush the goblin drivers and wizards in the goblin convoy, what was presented on the battlefield was a one-sided oppression and killing.

The ones who fell were the dragon people with strong basic qualities but primitive and ignorant skills and tactics, while the ones who proudly stood on the battlefield were the wretched goblins who were weak in individual strength but armed to the teeth with magic machinery and witchcraft.

This was not a special case on a local battlefield, but a strong crushing of another backward civilization by an alien civilization!

In the powerful collision between civilizations, the gap in strength between the two sides is clear at a glance, and it cannot be made up or equalized by individual bravery and passion alone. At least these scattered soldiers in front of them are not strong enough to ignore the gap in technology and equipment!

The territory of the little dragon was pierced through, and the huge metal convoy did not need to stop to rest and replenish supplies. It crushed the local sporadic "attacks" and drove away along the pre-planned route.

The local natives or monsters who were not open-minded were originally dissatisfied with the metal convoy passing through their territory and were ready to chase it. But when they saw the terrifying metal dragon standing tall and like a hill behind the huge convoy, the violence and arrogance in their hearts disappeared instantly.

Foreign wizards created a terrifying metal dragon and took it to challenge the dragon lord frantically... Such rumors spread in all directions at a speed like a plague, making every creature who heard the news look forward to it.

To be honest, in the Lance plane, except for the dragon army and those dragon worship believers, other indigenous tribes that have wisdom are full of anger and hatred towards the dragon lords in their hearts.

When the dragon lords controlled the ultimate power of the plane, they could only choose to endure and surrender. But once the dragon lords were overturned in the quagmire by another powerful enemy, the hatred of being enslaved for thousands of years was quickly detonated!

They didn't know whether the wizards came to rescue their holy spirits. However, when the ruling order maintained by the dragon lords with powerful force and high pressure collapsed, the sudden counterattack wave in various places quickly engulfed the scattered dragons or dragon worship believers.

It took only three days for the metal caravan to cross the territory of the little dragon and enter the territory of another level 2 dragon.

And the level 2 dragon was not much stronger than the level 1 dragon. The organized border guards collapsed instantly under the fierce artillery fire of the metal caravan. So, the level 2 dragon quickly packed up and ran away with the wealth he had worked hard to collect.

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This is a narrow valley between two majestic peaks.

The dragon worshippers from all over the Willhard Dragon Territory are working hard, piling up solid stone fortresses and wooden platforms at the entrance of the southern section of the canyon.

One by one, the sturdy dragon warriors are scattered throughout the canyon, leaning against the stone wall to rest, while grinding their weapons with gritted teeth. And around them, the short ratmen or lizardmen hunched over, carrying baskets of food to them.

Hannah, the dragon warrior, casually grabbed a piece of black cheese from the wicker basket and threw it into his mouth. He took only one bite and spat out everything in a violent cough.

"Damn... bastard... what... what is this?" Hannah roared angrily as he pulled out a piece of cheese with blood from his throat.

Out of anger, Hannah's large hand covered with scales smashed the ratman servant in front of him into a bloody paste with a hammer.

"Don't be picky, eat all the food!" A dragon leader who was dragging his huge body to patrol the canyon roared in a louder voice: "Do you think this is still a dragon camp? There can be sweet and delicious Salo pork chops waiting for you? Don't dream, eat these foods quickly, we still have to fight those foreign invaders later..."

In various places in the canyon, dragon warriors raised the black dried meat in their hands. After trying for a long time, they couldn't identify what kind of rat or beast it was. They could only close their eyes and stuff it into their mouths.

The fishy and bitter taste echoed in the mouth and nostrils, making every dragon warrior frown and curse.

It was too difficult to eat this unknown dried meat that was similar to dead tree bark. A dragon warrior suddenly had an idea and grabbed a rat slave beside him, twisted off its head, raised his neck and poured the dripping blood into his mouth.

Sure enough, with the nourishment of the smelly and fresh blood, the dried meat and cheese were no longer as hard to swallow as before.

Other dragon warriors followed suit, grabbing the slaves serving beside them, twisting their heads or cracking their skulls, and swallowing blood and brains in big mouthfuls.

For a moment, the canyon was filled with the arrogant and heavy roars and roars of the dragons, mixed with the sharp and weak dying wails of the ratmen and lizardmen...

At the mouth of the gorge in the distance, the native coolies captured from the nearby villages were working hard, trying to reinforce the dam made of huge stones. One by one, the sharpened thick wooden stakes were nailed into the soil, with the pointed ends facing outwards, and they were smeared with terrible poisonous juice that killed people with blood.

Trolls, ogres, pigmen, bearmen... one by one, the sturdy native slaves were carrying things on their shoulders or by hand, busy as hell. The black-robed dragon worshippers waved their whips, kept shouting and urging them to speed up.

Standing at the mouth of the gorge and looking far away, the dust rose high below the horizon, and it seemed that a huge monster was moving madly towards here.

Morse used the tip of the whip to lift the hood in front of him, raised his head and squinted his eyes to silently look at the sky.

In the gloomy and dim sky, sesame-sized black dots were flying and circling. Judging from their flying height and flight trajectory, they could not be mountain eagles. Because many times, they circled and circled too urgently, and Morse had never seen a flying creature with such an erratic and unpredictable flight trajectory in his life.

What are these? Flying monsters driven by wizards? Or are they alchemical creations created by wizards with strange witchcraft?

A series of questions floated in his mind, but he could not find any answers at all.

As an important figure in the Dragon Worship Cult, Morse certainly had some of his own methods.

As a series of short and rapid spells sounded, Moss cast an "Eagle Eye Technique" on himself, and only then could he truly see the true face of those black spots.

"Go, inform Lord Zamu that the enemy's sentinels are here!" Moss grabbed a dragon worshiper and ordered him in the most severe tone.

The dragon worshiper immediately stumbled into the depths of the canyon.

A moment later, with a slight tremor in the earth, a large number of dragon warriors lined up in an orderly team, holding up long-handled battle axes and rushing out from the depths of the canyon. The leader was Zamu, the second-level leader of the dragon army.

"Enemy... Where is the enemy?" Zamu grabbed two huge swords in his hands, stepped on the ground-shaking steps and came to Moss in a black robe and roared loudly.

Moss pointed to the sky with a long whip.

Zamu put his hands on the pergola, and his strange vertical pupils like those of a lizard creature suddenly shrank. With his super vision, he instantly captured the strange black spots that were swirling in the dark sky.

Under the dim light of the sky, all the black spots were smooth and neat, reflecting the unique blue luster of magic metal. At first glance, they were not the monsters that should be in the Lance plane.

"Everyone, hide in the battle fortress... That's the enemy's flying sentry!"

Under the command of the leader Zamu, a large group of dragon warriors either drilled into the battle fortress or leaned against the rock wall, instantly covering their figures.

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