Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 364 The Ignored Dragon of War
When the blue dragon descended from the sky, it was just past midnight.

"Boom!"

The sudden explosion was not from a fireball or a magical attack, but from thunder that brought a storm.

A series of lightning bolts illuminated the sky, and a sudden downpour caused the sentries on night watch to scramble for shelter. The dramatic change in the natural climate was due to the passive influence of the elemental tides, and the surge in these tides rendered many spells' warning mechanisms ineffective.

"Boom!"

In the darkness of night, when lightning illuminated the sky, the "black" dragon had already floated in mid-air.

He was silent and motionless, simply floating there like a floating statue.

Only those dragon eyes silently watched everything below.

"Those who cause trouble must die!"

Finally, he flapped his wings, and the cliffs on both sides of the canyon began to slowly undulate.

As inhabitants of the "Earth Elemental Plane," Sapphire Dragons are more than just masters of ambush. Their semi-mineral bodies grant them extremely strong "elemental affinity."

Simply unplug a few pre-selected ports, and the mountain mudslides, accompanied by heavy rain, will wash everything away.

"Click."

The first crisp sound might just be the breaking of a piece of stone.

But then, as the torrential rain fell, one by one the predetermined "nodes" were melted away by the Sapphire Dragon.

To ensure the stability of these fulcrums, the stones were actually plucked from the Sapphire Dragon. Their gem-like bodies, after being highly elementalized, could truly be regarded as corresponding rocks and gems.

"Click!" At that moment, it retracted a portion of itself.

After losing its foothold, the cliffs on both sides began to slowly move.

The landslide has begun.

The long-awaited heavy rain accelerated everything's pace.

This was not a pre-planned trap. In fact, given the experience of the mercenaries in the group, they would never set up camp in a place where they might be ambushed.

However, around the canyon surrounding the dragon's nest, the Sapphire Dragon had scattered at least several hundred such nodes. No matter where you set up camp, you're bound to encounter them eventually.

The landslides on both sides were accelerating, and a dragon was waiting in mid-air.

It seemed that the makeshift adventurer party was doomed, but apart from Rean and a few others, they were unaware of it.

"There's a classic dragon joke you might have heard: a sapphire dragon was cornered in its lair and killed instantly. Its dying words were just one sentence: 'You're being unreasonable! I didn't even get to use any of my three hundred strategies and tactics!'"

Even at this moment, Emma, ​​who had stepped out of the tent, was still in the mood to tell jokes.

"Uh, is it that exaggerated?" Emma's calm response gave Rean a bit of confidence.

Three hundred sets? Rean thought it was a bit too extravagant.

"This is no exaggeration. It's true. Once, I hunted an Elder Dragon-level Sapphire Dragon and found more than 5,000 pages of tactical manuals in its lair, containing at least a thousand sets of strategies and tactics. But our battle with it took place in its lair and lasted only about two minutes and thirty seconds. The time it could be described as struggling and fighting desperately was probably within thirty seconds."

Having many tactics and strategies is meaningless if you can't use them.

Sapphire Dragon, a war game fanatic, is a true paranoid and war maniac.

Their long lifespans were mostly spent planning for wars they would never need to wage; heaven knows how many tactics they prepared that they would never use.

This doesn't mean they're just theoretical players; in fact, many sapphire dragons have taken human form and studied at the military academies of intelligent races, and many even possess quite classic military theories.

"But they are still dragons, cursed by the world, destined to be as lonely as wild beasts."

War is an art of numbers, a game of manpower, terrain, and politics. You're just a dragon, or at most a family with five or six dragons. What kind of war game are you playing? Do you have that kind of population?
Operations? Logistics? There are only a few dragons in total, so let's just go for it all at once.

Its limit is to launch ambushes and use terrain-based attacks.

"Therefore, the dragon race was eliminated by the times."

In the dead of night, Emma, ​​dressed like a scantily clad dancer, smiled as she uttered cruel words before Rean. At this moment, she might still be a circus dancer, but she was also the wolf hunter who had swept through the mythical tides.

While Rean's attention was drawn to the dragon in the sky and the landslide, she kept looking at Rean as if she couldn't get enough of him.

"Snap!" Without anyone noticing, she made her move.

The bowstring trembled, and only when the arrow struck its target as a black shadow did Rean see her draw her greatbow. It was as if time had reversed at that moment, with the effect of the strike preceding the cause of drawing the bow.

"No, it's just fast." It seems that what Rean saw was just the afterimage left by the movement? It really was that fast.

What did she do? Rean was a little confused.

At this moment, Emma was still able to look down and chat with Rean.

"Buzz!"

However, the landslide on the cliff had stopped.

Since the Sapphire Dragon can cause landslides by collapsing certain key trigger points, she can naturally use her power to create several craters and stop the landslide that has just begun.

An unseen force stopped the landslide; the mudslide that had just begun was halted by this single blow.

I didn't even see an arrow.

"Because I didn't use any arrows at all."

The faint silver light dissipated, and Emma had changed her outfit sometime during the night.

Beneath the dancer's attire was armor made of mithril with silver patterns, including a crown, gloves, and long boots.

This armor might be more suitable for performances in certain places, as it offers no visible defense. But Rean could feel a terrifying intimidation, as well as a "soul entanglement" that seemed almost tangible.

The girl simply held the large bow silently, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man before her.

This is a hero, Rean felt for some reason.

However, in Rean's observation, with each move she made, she seemed to become much more ethereal, as if she might disappear at any moment.

"She might not even be human."

She raised the giant bow in her hand and said with a smile.

"That guy is not worthy of my arrows."

"How should I address you?"

"Emma is my real name, teacher."

"Teacher? Me?"

"Yes, we are not only teacher and student, but also family."

"mom?"

"No, Dad."

Rean was completely dumbfounded; how did another daughter suddenly appear?

The next moment, Emma laughed.

"As always, this is what you fear most. Emotional debts and responsibilities are just a joke. I have no blood relation with you, I'm just your girlfriend."

"hiss!"

But what?! Suddenly, Sallyman appeared, silently looking this way. She must have overheard those words!
"You did this on purpose."

Is that right? You guess.

(End of this chapter)