Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 441: Chapter 180: Facing the Deceitful Wings—Aeliria

Its ferocious claws gripped the high tower of the castle, spewing Dragon Breath wildly into the corridors and spiral staircases inside, while roaring in fury: ”Despicable humans, your cowardice is as foul and disgusting as rats! Where have you hidden? Come out now!”

The response was a barrage of gunfire, as the Thunder Gunners unleashed a volley, with gunpowder-generated white smoke billowing from all sides of the castle.

Although these bullets found it hard to penetrate the hard and mighty Dragon Scales of the Green Dragon, the massive impact still brought it waves of pain.

More importantly, three Dragon-Hunting Crossbows and two Cannon shots fired at it.

The Seeking Rune on the Dragon-Hunting Crossbows made the Green Dragon feel a chill to its bones instantly. It recognized at once the notorious [Flaxson Seeking Rune] engraved on them, beneath which countless Giant Dragons have fallen over the millennia!

Aeliria dared not resist directly and leaped from the high tower at once to evade these three Seeking Runes. However, with so many attacks, it could evade the Dragon-Hunting Crossbows but could not escape all the attacks unscathed; a solid iron Cannonball slammed hard from the east onto its dragon back.

The massive force bent its entire dragon body into a C-shape from east to west!

It couldn’t help but roar in pain: ”Damn Dwarves, you work so hard; I must make you pay the price as well!”

The Dwarves were certainly working hard!

They were even more motivated in this battle, more excited than humans, with their morale soaring.

For the Dwarves believe that stealing from the treasury in the Dragon’s Nest is not a despicable act but rather a virtue!

Dwarves and their friends should loot the Dragon’s treasures.

So unlike the wavering human morale, the Dwarves fought excitedly, eagerly hoping to win this battle. Driven by a common urgency and desire for Gold, Dwarves and Giant Dragons are natural enemies.

The Dwarf Ranger Leader Dorglin roared with excitement as he fought, unafraid even as hundreds of Monsters charged into the first floor of the Black Peak Building once more. He decapitated a Giant attempting to climb to the second floor with a single axe, then shot dead a Gnoll trying to sneak attack his back through a dog hole.

Blood drenched his short and sturdy body, but he excitedly shouted: ”Aha~ I feel the Power of the Ancestors’ blessing! I actually beheaded a Forest Giant with one axe swing—an achievement even a Butcher might not achieve!”

Beside him, the elite Dwarf Ranger squad members cheered loudly: ”Dorglin, well done! I feel that if you survive, you have the potential to become a Chosen One in the future.”

Survive!

On this dark and desperate battlefield, it is such a luxurious word.

The battlefield was filled with the oppressive shadows of Monsters, and countless coagulated blood turned it into a blood-red and pitch-black scene.

On every battlefield, the righteous allied army faced terrifying sieges by countless Monsters.

And this time, without the strong Knight Legions, everyone, if they want to survive, must fight desperately!

Only a fight to the death can block the Monsters’ offensive and lead to victory!

This made the fierce combat between the two sides excruciatingly intense, the battle lasting four or five hours, blood flowing between heaven and earth, the sun and moon no longer shining.

The fallen bodies from both sides stretched over ten miles, one human position after another falling, and for the first time, the Monsters broke through the barbican as they wished, advancing three or four miles into the city, with the outer pest zone almost turned into ruins.