I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 137 Hunting the Red Dragon

The dense forest suddenly fell silent.

Cyrion and his companions stood rooted to the spot, watching the red dragon facing Wilder not far away, unable to move an inch.

This is not their fault. In fact, they had not yet recovered from the red dragon's majesty. The powerful pressure of its consciousness rendered them unable to move.

Similarly, Maeve, who was standing behind Wilder, was also stunned and stood there.

Like Wilde, she witnessed the red dragon's imposing presence firsthand, and the pressure she felt was greater than that of the others.

Further away, a dozen kobolds had already knelt down, desperately burying their ugly heads in the ground, just to more devoutly express their worship of the red dragon.

The fire raged through the dense forest, and the sky remained a deep crimson.

With absolute dominance, the red dragon suppresses everything under the sky.

Only Wilder remained conscious.

Not only was it conscious, it even understood the dragon language that the red dragon had just spoken.

"Hush La Me Dah".

(You saw it.)

I saw it?

What did I find?

I saw a dragon—

But I didn't want to see him!

Wilder stared directly at the red dragon head in front of him, which rose and fell slightly with each breath, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

Why did it say that?

Do I need to answer?

Is it going to eat me?

Should I run?

Countless thoughts raced through Wilder's mind, keeping him busy.

And so, he and the red dragon stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

What should we do now?!

【instruction】

Should I use this to make it leave?

I just tried it, but it doesn't work.

This is actually the first time a command has failed to work.

No, there was one more time.

That was when I first met Talia, and it didn't work on her either.

Why think about such useless things now!

The red dragon continuously radiated intense heat, relentlessly scorching Wilder's body.

If we don't do something soon, even if we aren't eaten, we'll be cooked by the heatwave.

Ok.

Try it.

Wilder adjusted his breathing once more.

He spoke softly, and the dragon script, fluently uttered by a [linguist], slowly flowed from his lips:

"Kus La Me Dah."

(I saw it.)

so----

Is that okay?

Upon hearing this, the red dragon stared at him, its bright, fiery red pupils unblinking.

A few seconds later, both brief and seemingly endless.

"Goi."

""

(Um.)

Wilder nodded, seemingly puzzled.

like----

Did you pass?

The red dragon slowly raised its head, its wings rubbing against the soil as if gathering strength.

next second.

"Boom!"

Sand and gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

Long Hong flapped its dragon wings and soared into the air, circling above Wilde.

[Dignity] gradually diminishes.

Cyrion and the others finally regained consciousness. They first looked at Wilder not far away, then looked up at the red dragon hovering in the air, not knowing what had just happened.

Maeve also regained consciousness.

Looking at Wilder standing motionless in front of him, not knowing what to do, he finally took his hand tightly from behind.

Meanwhile, the dog-headed men in the distance had already pulled their heads out of the ground.

At this moment, they raised their arms to the sky, as if praying for the red dragon to bestow its blessings upon them.

Wilder swallowed hard.

it----

Are you getting ready to leave?

Just then.

A strong surge of magical energy suddenly appeared less than twenty feet away from Wilder.

Immediately afterwards, a pink dot of light appeared out of thin air.

The light spots moved slowly, gradually outlining the shape of a door on the ground.

The magical energy fluctuations grew stronger and stronger until the background behind the door transformed into the interior of a room.

[Secret Techniques]

Then, a slightly familiar figure appeared from the doorway and stepped out briskly.

Wilder paused for a moment, then immediately remembered who the man was.

The leader of the ten-person investigation team from the association headquarters.

The warrior carrying a giant sword on his back.

Immediately afterwards, the other nine members of the investigation team emerged from the [Secret Gate].

Three warriors with shields.

A tall, savage.

A knight-errant, a priest, a wanderer.

There were also two mages dressed in magnificent robes, including Monk, who had spoken with Hollen at the association a few days ago.

"This is----"

Wilder muttered something to himself.

The leading warrior glanced at Wilder with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but asked nothing.

He turned his gaze to the sky, looking at the red dragon hovering in the air.

"Prepare for battle."

He took the greatsword from behind his back, gripped it tightly with both hands, and pointed it towards the sky.

"Everyone scatter!"

He began issuing commands, "This is a young red dragon, its breath already has a large range, pay attention to your positions."

"Harrison casts [Group Fire Resistance] and [Blessing], preparing to [Dispel Fear]. It will cast [Majesty] as it gets close."

"Monk and Silas prepare [Blizzard] and [Ice Spike]."

"Everyone else, find your positions and protect the spellcaster."

"I'll say it again, watch out for dragon's breath!"

"Prepare for battle!"

The lead warrior quickly set up his tactics, then pointed his greatsword into the air, signaling the start of the battle.

Wilder stood there, stunned.

This group of people—

Are you planning to hunt this red dragon?

As he was thinking this, a tall, slender man in his early thirties from the investigation team placed his hands on his chest.

In an instant, golden light shone.

Countless swirling golden fluffs emerged from his palm, scattering in all directions and quickly enveloping the other nine people.

The density of the gold fluff was more than ten times that of Maeve's spell.

"High-ranking priest."

Maeve said in a low voice.

At the same time, two figures disappeared from their sight at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Those were wanderers and knights-errant.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Floating in the air, more than a dozen indistinct arrows suddenly fell, raining down on the open ground not far away.

"Aww————"

The kobolds, who had raised their hands in prayer, fell in droves, each arrow striking them squarely between the eyebrows.

Penetrate, rather than hit.

Level 3 archery skills.

Arrow Rain

Lyle, who was some distance away, swallowed hard, a subtle expression appearing on his usually calm face.

"roar!"

Three burly and imposing warriors roared almost simultaneously and stood in front of two mages and a priest, respectively.

They slammed massive, gleaming metal shields into the ground.

"Bang!"

With several loud noises, the light generated by the burning source of power enveloped the shield, gradually forming a barrier even larger than the shield itself.

Level 4 combat skill.

[Shield Shadow]

Cyrion gripped his one-handed sword tightly; in his escape, he had just left his mass-produced oak round shield from Ironweave Town somewhere else.

The heatwave is gradually subsiding.

The sweltering heat gradually subsided.

A thick, dark cloud, teeming with hidden lightning, had gathered in the sky sometime earlier.

On the ground, Monk held aloft a dark brown staff, pointing it towards the sky.

Level 4 spell.

Heavy rain and snow

A faint chill was emanating from the crystal on the other mage's staff.

Level 5 spell.

Ice Cone