Chapter 486 Deathwing

The giant black dragon stretched out its pair of wings that seemed to cover the entire night sky, and the low mocking sound from the huge dragon's mouth awakened every tiny existence.

Veresa looked up again, her eyes widened, and she saw a terrifying face, long and narrow golden yellow jewel-like eyes shining fiercely under two pairs of huge horns, strong limbs full of explosive power, and sharp long arms. Claws, golden flames of death flowed from the bloody mouth.

Under the night, its crimson stripes give it a terrifying appearance beyond imagination, just like the legendary devil.

But what caught her attention the most was that...

All you can see is metal.

Those plated metals exuded a strange metallic luster under the pale moonlight, almost covering the whole body of the black dragon.

As long as the age reaches the young dragon level, the natural dragon scales that dragons are born with have been proven to be immune to most mortal weapons. Not even a ballista can penetrate the dragon's natural scales.

Why is this dragon still wearing armor to protect itself? What kind of metal is this armor?

No answer, no one, never seen metal like this!

Veresa obviously didn't have the urge to shoot an arrow at him, but instinctively felt that even if her own arrow shot up, it would be a waste of effort. This metal armor clearly conveys a feeling of trance—it has an impenetrable strength! And only a very powerful and self-indulgent dragon would endure the excruciating pain of being embedded in the alloy.

"Deathwing—" Veresa repeated the nightmarish name in a low voice: "Deathwing Neltharion..."

In the legends of the elves, long ago there were five great guardian dragons representing the mysterious and natural forces. Some legends claim that the red Alexstrasza symbolizes the true meaning of life. Other Aspects are less well known. The elves have already felt their influence, and have even come into contact with them on different occasions, but more information about dragons has never been leaked by the elders of the elves.

However, among the dragons, there is one that is already known to the world, telling the world in its own way before the other dragons.

Although it originally had a name of its own, it chose 'Death Wing' as its title in order to better despise those weaker ones around it. Deathwing destroyed the worlds built by elves, humans, and dwarves as much as possible. Even the oldest elder of the elves didn't know what drove Deathwing to do so.

In private, the elves gave it another name - the forgotten guardian dragon.

There is so much more in one short sentence: discarded responsibility, confusion, betrayal and anger. If Alexstrasza represents the true meaning of life, then Deathwing interprets the power of destruction.

Now, however, it was just such a dragon that soared before them as if protecting them in its own way. Of course, there is another possibility, Deathwing doesn't seem to notice the existence of Veresa and the Griffin Knights at all.

The red dragon in front of him is its opponent, because Deathwing hates other dragons of the same kind, so that if other dragons are touched by him, they will be torn apart mercilessly.

A moment ago, the two red dragons were chasing prey smaller than themselves like cats and mice.

Moments later, the prey became themselves.

Deathwing blew a huge gust of wind, and like a night covering the earth, he rushed past the line of griffins and rushed to the opposite side.

In just one encounter, the smaller dragon was torn in two by Deathwing's huge right claw. In the eyes of mortals, the huge young red dragon is like a discarded broken toy, with blood, flesh and scales flying around, without even screaming, it just fell to the ground like this.

What a terrible lethality!

The mortals below were dumbfounded.

"It's incredible, uh..." Falstead muttered, "We were saved by the legendary dragon Deathwing."

The sudden scream seemed to hit him in the face. He turned his head, and there was nothing in the direction of the scream, but in the other corner of his vision, he saw the tragic situation of his companion.

Flame! It was just the escaping flames that escaped when Deathwing swept across the sky, but it had already caused the death of a dwarf knight and the griffin under him.

Just ten meters away, Falstead watched as his companion was ignited by an evil flame in front of him.

It was just a tiny bit of flame, but after it touched the human body, the flame suddenly increased by an unknown number of times. From a single spark to a prairie fire. The ensuing high temperature caused the dwarf and the griffin below to burn their hair in the fire, peel off their skin, and expose the burned muscles, bones, and internal organs, and then the blood evaporated and turned into fly ash.

Falstead and Veresa were stunned for a while.

God, how many people were recruited?

An elf and a dwarf panicked at the same time.

They twisted their necks to their limits, rolled their eyes, and searched.

Seeing Marian screaming, Veresa jumped down. As a sorcerer with the rogue jumping skill [Slow Fall], Marianne's jump was at best a near miss.

She saw Gavin Ladd. The griffin that the paladin was riding on should be finished, but the holy light saved his life again. He seemed to have activated the [Holy Shield Technique]. Gavin Ladd, who was falling, saved him.

Rhonin's griffin was blown away by the strong wind, and it could be seen that the dwarf knight in front was trying hard to restore the griffin's balance. Although it was in a mess, it was not in the slightest danger.

Duke...Huh? What about Duke! ?

Veresa's heart was suddenly captured by fear!

The dragon's roar in the sky once again attracted everyone's attention.

Deathwing and the red dragon roared in the air between each other, the deafening roar getting louder each time.

A few seconds later, the two giant dragons collided in midair, and at that moment, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be swept in by the violent wind caused by their collision.

They all showed their claws, and frantically attacked each other with their huge and long tails. The huge tail, which can easily exceed ten meters, is more terrifying than any battering ram in the world!

If it was hit, I'm afraid that a small hill would completely collapse in the blink of an eye.

This is not a battle that humans can imagine based on the descriptions in the bard's mouth. The destruction and destructive power displayed by the giant dragon, for a moment, reminded Veresa of the legendary God of Destruction who specializes in destruction.