Chapter 481: Prisoners

The dragon landed with the silver dragon in its mouth, and threw the wounded silver dragon in front of Fang Ai as if showing off its trophy.

It was like a dog that had caught a cat from nowhere.

"Ah~"

It pressed the wings of the struggling silver dragon with its claws, and pressed the struggling silver dragon into the wet black mud full of rotten leaves.

The elf warriors got up from the corpses of their own people, who were also enemies. The rune armor that originally tended to be silver was now dull and worn.

The gun blades in their hands were still stained with a lot of blood belonging to their own people.

Fang Ai let the red dragon go out to attract attention, which meant that there was no dragon guard beside her anymore... The scouts of the Ring Island Alliance scattered in the forest also realized that this was an excellent opportunity.

There is no better opportunity than this.

And under the wave after wave of fueling the offensive, the blood flowing after the battle even attracted the attention of the creatures in the forest.

Fang Ai was sure of one thing.

That is what she used to train the battle mage troops. The high enough investment also exchanged for the excellent combat capability of this troop.

If she had not obtained enough magic technology information from Ji Lin, she would not have been able to push her territory to the current level even if she had the resources.

She opened the outpost core to temporarily mobilize a total of 30 battle mages to protect her without any loss, but the equipment was seriously damaged... As for the dragon gate... a gate that can accommodate a dragon passing through is not something that a temporarily deployed core can do.

At least it must be deployed to a certain level to transport giant beasts and monster infantry units.

The elven battle mages pulled out the gun blade from the chest of the last elven scout, watching their pointed-eared kin being pulled out and recalled in the light stream, leaving a pool of blood flowing and soaking into the soil.

With the help of magic, the water flowed on the arcane rifle to clean up the...biological residues stained on it due to close combat.

The magic/arcane rifle eliminates the maintenance defects of the gunpowder mechanical rifle, but it also makes its maintenance cost rise sharply. In any case, it is still half a staff.

The arcane rifle using the gun blade has no advantage over the standard long weapon in close combat. If their target is the fully equipped elite elf guards, then their defense today will not be so smooth.

Spear, heavy armor, shield.

Heavy infantry.

The shield armor spear formation troops that are close to invincible in the cold weapon era have no disadvantages except slow movement.

The tower shield raised by the echelon can intercept all the magic and arrows from a distance, and the spear will curb all enemies who dare to approach and charge. The elf soldiers with stronger physical fitness and higher training efficiency also ensure the team's perseverance.

Now nearly half of them have been destroyed under the modern fire suppression, and the elf war wizards only need to face unprotected scouts.

Light scout troops using short weapons, bows and arrows, and crossbows.

So the battle mages only need to switch to electric shock. The magic rifles with gun blades and short-range electric current attack capabilities have an overwhelming advantage in close combat.

You ask where these magic techniques come from. Ji Lin collected them when he was dealing with the spoils of war and gave them to Fang Ai, asking her to study them with the people in the territory... It happened that Ji Lin had harvested a large amount of magic materials in the recent battle.

They put away their gun blades and blew a farewell song for the elves who were theoretically their own kind with the leaves they had just picked.

Even though they would not really die.

Reporting death is just to improve themselves.

Fang Ai watched his elf battle mages begin to count the equipment on the ground and collect them into a pile, and knew that the battle on the ground had completely ended.

"I, I demand to be treated fairly!"

The silver dragon that was pressed to the ground howled.

"I am a prisoner of war, I am a captive, and my lord will definitely use resources to redeem me."

Death is a very unpleasant experience, especially for them, the immortal species... Death will even make them lose some experience.

And their rebirth time is much longer than that of normal creatures.

The death of an intelligent creature requires more sacrifice than that of a life without wisdom and will.

And capturing a giant beast is an extremely difficult thing... uneconomical and inefficient.

This silver dragon with its neck half bitten and covered with wounds is obviously a rare case, a rare trophy that can only be obtained in a battle between dragons

"Well... I don't have the qualifications to deal with you, but I will take you to see someone who can decide how to deal with you later."

He won the first battle and directly captured a silver dragon on the opposite side, and also tied up some reconnaissance scouts.

Fang Ai put his hands on his hips.

It shows that he is not the kind of guy who only eats economy and does nothing.

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The arrival of the red dragon interrupted Ji Lin's offensive plan, and the already laid lightning array fuse was held in the hands of the officer.

"Ah... prisoner..."

Skinning, tendons and bones?

Dragons are quite valuable, right?

Ji Lin looked at the silver dragon that was thrown onto the deck by the neck. It was already half dead. Its brilliant silver scales were now stained with dirt and blood.

"We don't have much time to do diplomatic work. The enemy's production facilities have not been completely destroyed... There are still several areas to attack."

It's just that a prisoner has no value in exposing our own coordinates, and long-distance transfer is quite troublesome.

"So, kill him."

He made a firm conclusion.

The night crows couldn't wait to dissect a complete 25-meter-level young dragon on the spot. The several 10-meter-level young dragons that were shot down before could barely meet their dissection needs.

Only by dismantling the corpse can we understand the weaknesses of our enemies in detail and then build a way to fight.

"I, I can give you some spells... in exchange for my qualification to live..."

Use some spells to exchange for my qualification to live.

The silver dragon's golden eyes turned, and she wanted to cry but had no tears.

Rather than having her body cut open by those scary-looking humans, she would rather die with dignity in the fight with the red dragon.

The female red dragon with a particularly bad personality pressed her head into the mud without saying a word after winning.

"I can tell you the spells I know, and the value of these spells should be enough for me to survive."