Chapter 118 Natural Disaster (I)

Robert, on horseback, followed at the rear of the army.

On both sides of him, dozens of soldiers were struggling to push the heavy dragon-killing crossbow. The huge wheels on the crossbow base rotated slowly, making a harsh metal friction sound.

"Grey Eagle" Schroeder also rode a black horse, following Robert.

"This damn place is getting hotter."

Robert wiped the sweat off his body and complained.

He asked his staff officer: Why was the army moving so slowly? How long until we pass the Throat of Trier? "

The staff officer replied in a deep voice: "Sir, our army has just experienced a bloody battle, so it is normal for it to move at a slower pace."

"Lord Robert!"

"We found a stone wall ahead, blocking the Throat of Trier."

The messenger rushed over quickly and reported in a quick voice.

"What?"

"How is this possible? The other party has just passed." Robert looked in disbelief.

Schroeder said with a solemn voice: "It's a spell caster. There are advanced spell casters in the Burning Ember Nest. If I guessed correctly, it should be the stone wall spell, a five-ring energy shaping spell that can create an indestructible rock wall. ”

"It seems that the other party has long expected that we will catch up and has prepared countermeasures in advance."

"so what should I do now?"

Robert was already a little panicked, and sweat was pouring from his forehead.

Schroeder said solemnly: "Sir, don't worry, this stone wall can be destroyed, and even if the opponent is an archmage, it will be difficult to maintain this spell for a long time."

"That's good, that's good."

Robert muttered words.

He took out his handkerchief again and wiped the sweat from his head.

Compared with when the coalition forces first entered, the Trier Valley now is like a hot furnace, and I don't know why the weather here is so complicated and changeable.

Robert could even smell burnt dust in the air.

etc--

fire?

heat?

The red dragon is an existence known as the "Volcano Dragon".

Thinking of this, and then thinking of the sudden withdrawal of the Burning Ember Legion and the never appearance of the Red Dragon, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Robert's heart.

Unfortunately, his premonitions were usually very good.

"Big, my lord."

The voice of the staff officer beside him was trembling.

Robert's meditation was interrupted. He looked beside him and asked impatiently: "What on earth is going on?"

"You, please turn around and take a look."

"That's it."

The staff officer's tone was desperate and tearful.

Robert finally realized that something was wrong with the development of the matter. He turned his head while riding on the horse, and then fell off the horse in shock.

He collapsed to the ground and looked up to the sky in despair.

"Tempus on top"

Fire, endless fire.

Half of the sky in the distance was dyed orange, the horizon turned into a fiery, beating line of fire, and large sheets of thick smoke billowed up, gradually covering the earth.

Waves of hurricanes roared in from the southwest. The corpses on the battlefield were overturned. The severed body parts like locusts were blown into the air. They flew over the fire field and were ignited by the heat wave. They turned into nourishment for the flames and turned into a human being. A burning fireball descended.

And in the center of the fire scene——

A huge red dragon slowly flapped its wings.

The red dragon is like the incarnation of flames and the heart of the vast fire field. Every time it flaps its wings, the flames experience a breath and beat, becoming a little more vigorous.

"Schroeder"

"Is this also an illusion?"

This is a question that doesn't require an answer.

Robert looked up at the sky, his face flushed by the firelight, and he could even feel the hot air and the smell of sulfur blowing towards his face.

Schroeder didn't answer, just stared blankly into the distance, muttering to himself in disbelief:

"Manipulate the weather..."

"Eighth Ring, that's the Eighth Ring Spell!"

The gray-robed mage shouted as if he was going crazy.

The soldiers of the coalition forces were also shocked by this terrible and magnificent scene. They cried, wailed, and prayed desperately, but in front of this boundless sea of ​​fire, everything was of no avail.

"Gods..."

"This must be hell."

"No……"

"How could we be enemies of this kind of existence!"

The road ahead has been blocked by an indestructible stone wall, and behind him is endless flames.

If you want to survive, you may really have to pray for the gods to perform a miracle and quell the disaster. However, this has never happened in the thousands of years of the Third Age.

In other words, this is a complete dead end.

This is a flaming purgatory!

"Roar--"

Cassius was in the boiling flames and let out a huge, powerful roar.

"Ignorant humans..."

"I am the flame, I am death!"

"I will bring you complete burning -"

The continuously increasing high heat forms a columnar hot air flow. Countless fire dragons were tumbling, jumping, rolling, and circling from the ground to the air. The southwesterly wind became stronger and stronger, forming a strong centripetal force that swept weeds, corpses, flames, ashes and other objects into the sky.

Countless fire dragons merged into a huge fire tornado, hovering over the Trier Valley with a radius of dozens of miles.

The world seemed to be torn open with a huge gap.

The red dragon slowly waved his wings in the hundred-meter-high fire pillar that connected the sky and the earth. Every time he waved his wings, the fire tornado became more powerful and stronger.

The fire tornado ravaged the earth, burning everything.

And the coalition army had no way to retreat.

Robert got up from the ground as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked up at the red dragon in the sky, and suddenly thought of something, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

The natural disaster cannot be killed.

But the culprit of the natural disaster can.

Robert looked at the dragon-killing crossbows covered with thick cloth, as if he saw the last straw.

Since these giant crossbows can kill the "Glacier Wings" that ravaged the north a hundred years ago, I believe they should also be effective against the terrible red dragon in front of him, which is like the incarnation of the natural disaster.

He looked fierce and muttered to himself:

"Kill it, just kill it..."

"Dragon-killing crossbow ready! Kill this damn red dragon at all costs!"

Robert shouted desperately.

He pushed away the panicked soldiers beside him, lifted the thick cloth covering the dragon-killing crossbow, and pushed it with all his strength.

"Sir, I'll help you."

The trusted soldiers guarding around also saw the earl's thoughts, and hurriedly plucked up the courage to step forward to help, pushing the heavy crossbow together and aiming at the red dragon in the air.

The giant arrow, as thick as an arm and more than two meters long, lay quietly on the boring bed, the sharp iron arrowhead flashing cold light, with mottled blood on it.

It once pierced the heart of a giant dragon.

And now, the moment of fate has come again

The raging flames are approaching, about to devour everything.

"As long as you shoot this arrow..."

"Everything is over."

Robert controlled the dragon-killing crossbow to aim at the sky, nervously watching the approaching red dragon, sweat dripping down his chin, he couldn't help holding his breath, his heart pounding.

Through the fire curtain that burned the sky and the earth, he could see the pair of golden vertical pupils looking down at him.

The flames filled the sky and the air was heavy.

One man and one dragon looked at each other.

Robert seemed to see a hint of contempt in that look.