Warlord: King of All Clans

In this fierce battle, the River Bend Legion camp was engulfed in flames and was razed to the ground. All the supplies that were not moved away in time were reduced to ashes.

Even the three city-breaking devices outside the camp were waxed by the high temperature and showed varying degrees of deformation.

By the time Strong and his companions approached the dragon's body, the high-level warriors from the five legions had all arrived.

Hader looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't believe it. "How could such a weakling of the middle level kill the dragon with one sword?"

In front of them was Freya with her wings spread out, blocking them from the dragon's head.

The red dragon's huge head lay on the ground, its eyes had lost their luster, and its nostrils no longer spewed out hot air that was hot enough to carbonize a person.

On top of the dragon's head, Leo knelt on his knees, his hands still holding the legendary greatsword Innisnek, with his head down and no movement.

The huge sword in front of him had been deeply inserted into the dragon's skull, with less than half a meter sticking out.

What was strange was that the dragon blood essence that slowly flowed out from the wound pierced by the giant sword did not fall freely, but slowly flowed back along the giant sword, passing through Leo's hands all the way up and into his scarlet armor.

The fiery red magic power and dragon blood essence gushed out from the wound on the dragon's skull, swirled around Leo's body, and were gradually absorbed by him.

Looking at this strange scene, Strong was very curious, "What happened?"

The turtle elf Totos watched for a long time before judging: "Leo is absorbing the power of the dragon soul!"

The rest of the friends, including the high-level experts next to him, all looked at him, "Huh?"

Although Totos played like a madman, he was actually a social phobic. Seeing this, he couldn't speak clearly and stammered, "The dragon is a holy creature. The dragon soul is extremely powerful. It won't dissipate immediately like mortal creatures."

"Before this power dissipates, it can be absorbed by nearby creatures. In history, there have been many high-level transcendents at the foot of the mountain who had no way to advance, and relied on slaying dragons and absorbing dragon souls to advance to the Saint level."

What he was talking about was obviously not the history of the human race, but the history of the race down the mountain over millions of years. After all, in the thousands of years of human history, the appearance of giant dragons can only be counted on one hand.

Si Zhuang was shocked, "Leo is going to be promoted to Saint level??!"

Totos looked at him like an idiot, "Leo is so weak, how could he possibly be promoted to Saint level? At most, he can break through the middle level and become a high level. However, the power of the dragon soul can also improve his personal potential. Maybe he won't be so stupid in the future!"

Before his friends could rejoice, Totos added, "It's just that this dragon seems a little crazy. I wonder if Leo will become the same."

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

Count Fabti, who was sitting next door, was so excited when he heard this that he couldn't help but take a step forward.

Hader next to him snorted coldly and stared at him intently, as if he was ready to fight him if they disagreed.

Great Knight Barro was also very tempted, but in the end he did not move. He just looked at Fabuti and put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

After the intermediate level, there are no awakening potions to guarantee the path to advancement. One can only rely on one's own hard work, the accumulation of magic power, and the massive amount of magic resources absorbed.

No high-level strongman has successfully promoted himself purely by working in isolation. All of them have been tempered in battle, seeking knowledge everywhere, and insisting on taking a large amount of exotic flowers and herbs and magical beast meat to get the opportunity to be promoted to a high level.

If one wants to be promoted to the Saint level, then even diligence, talent, and resources become insignificant, and one also needs enough chances and coincidences.

If he could snatch this dragon soul power, even if he didn't advance on the spot, he would have a chance to reach the Saint level.

But Hard Beowulf values ​​loyalty the most, and of course he would not snatch the opportunity from the younger generation, nor would he allow Count Fabti, who had not contributed much, to take advantage of him.

Great Knight Barlow was a pure northern knight with his own principles, and he managed to resist this huge temptation.

With the two of them in command, Count Fabti could only stop there in resentment.

After a full hour, the red magic around Leo dissipated. The first thing he said when he looked up was, "I've been promoted to a higher level."

Freya smiled happily and jumped onto the dragon skull to hug Leo.

Leo yelled, "Stop!"

As he spoke, his body made several crackling sounds, and his hands twisted strangely to varying degrees before hanging down limply.

Leo sat down on the dragon's skull, raised his limp forearms, and said helplessly, "Come and get some treatment. My limbs are all broken."

Although the Pegasus is not as suppressed by the red dragon bloodline as the Dragonscale Horse, it is also very afraid of the red dragon and refuses to get too close.

In the previous attack, Leo was still hundreds of meters away from the top of the red dragon's head. He fell straight down from the sky wearing more than 200 kilograms of scarlet armor. He had to use all his strength at the moment of contact to pierce the red dragon's scales and skin in one fell swoop and send the legendary giant sword into the red dragon's head.

If the strength was a little weaker or the weapon was a little inferior, with the strength of a mid-level extraordinary person, he would not be able to pierce even the dragon's skin.

Leo's body was strong enough to not be smashed into pieces despite such a violent collision.

Being able to save one's life is already a blessing from God.

Freya was not good at fighting, but she was good at treating the wounded. Upon hearing this, she squatted down with a smile, cast a healing spell on him, corrected the position of his bones, found the battlefield first aid kit from Hewan, and put a plaster cast on him on the spot.

While giving first aid, she gloated over the misfortune, "I told you not to show off your bravery. You'll get beaten up again when you go back! Sister Olivia will tie you up! You're not allowed to go out again!"

The turtle elves and snail elves were more proficient in healing spells than Freya. They circled around the huge dragon skull and cast healing spells on Leo without paying. "Great! Great! Tie him up!"

When Count Hard came over, Leo said quickly: "Count Hard, thank you for your help!"

When encountering the red dragon this time, the strong men from each major legion urged their legions to withdraw. After driving the red dragon away towards the River Bay Legion, they no longer took action.

An eighth-level transcendent is already a nationally renowned strongman, but he is still a little lacking in front of a saint-level dragon. If the Mad Dragon Kredaron is hit by the saint-level fire dragon's breath or bites him, he will die here.

Only Earl Hard was skilled, brave and loyal. Seeing the river bend in danger, he helped without hesitation.

Had didn't care at all, instead he was extremely excited. Although he was the Earl of the North, he was still an adventurer at heart.

Others are slaying dragons, but you are avoiding the fight. You will slap yourself in your dreams for the rest of your life.

Hearing Leo's thanks, Hader turned back into the boastful and arrogant adventurer he used to be. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It's just helping to slay a dragon. It's no big deal."

Anyway, nice words are free, and there is nothing else to do now, so Leo struggled to raise his plaster-wrapped arm, pointed at the legendary giant sword "Frost" on the dragon's head, and flattered it to death.

"A hero deserves a sword. You are worthy of being Count Beowulf, the legendary great adventurer and the king of the wild folk. The Count's contribution to slaying the dragon accounts for 90%. It is my great honor to fight alongside you!"

"Your sword..."

Hader looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly interrupted him: "No, it's your sword."