Let go of that monster girl!

For conventional cities, it is an enemy that is absolutely impossible to defeat, a mobile natural disaster.

The hero who slays it will be recorded in epics and sung by the people forever.

Behind the city wall, the rat girls of the military band were already in position.

The horns sounded, the drums followed, and the melodious military music drifted out under the dark sky.

This adds a touch of cute ritual to this epic that will probably never be recorded.

Under the pitch-black sky, amidst the melodious military music, the deformed dragon's damaged giant eye gradually recovered, the bleeding from the wound on its neck stopped, the broken dragon scales healed rapidly, and dragon breath began to brew in its throat.

With a devastating, kingly presence, it swoops down upon the insignificant rats and humans below!

Within the pitiful city defenses below, it could barely sense any magic.

There were no runes, no witches, only a few pitiful mortal cannons and some incomprehensible devices mounted on ballistae.

So much so that even within its cruel and rudimentary mind, a hint of pleasure in ravaging it might sprout.

Fire! Shoot! And then scream!

"What a pity," Morren sighed regretfully. "Everyone, cover your ears."

The crossbows and cannons fired simultaneously.

Twelve 24-pound crossbow bolts shot through the air, striking the monstrous dragon that was charging straight at them.

A crisp, faint crackling sound.

The acidic liquid exploded into mist around the deformed dragon, and fine droplets spread out.

The red and green flames followed closely behind, but instead of burning, they...

Explosion!

The devastating explosion instantly engulfed the deformed dragon; there was no bright light, only an incredibly massive shockwave.

The shockwave abruptly stopped the deformed dragon in mid-air!

A strong gust of wind swept down, and the rat girls on the city wall covered their ears with their little hands. Unable to hold onto the cannon mount, they were blown back several steps and rolled around in a ball of rats.

24-pound lime bomb, 12 shots in a row.

The detonator's power thoroughly mixes the fuel with the surrounding air, and the delayed fuse then detonates.

In modern times, this simple device can only be called an air-fuel bomb.

Its next upgraded model will have a more impressive name.

Subnuclear weapons, thermobaric weapons!

The deformed dragon crashed heavily to the ground, its fur ablaze. It struggled desperately, kicking wildly with its six legs, vomiting black blood, and groaning in agony.

The explosion failed to shatter the dragon's scales, but the long blast wave penetrated the body, easily crushing all the fragile internal organs, flattening all its lungs, and burning away every last bit of oxygen.

The deformed dragon painfully raised its pupil-less eyes, only to see that the ballistae, devoid of any magic, were already cocked again.

They were all targeting themselves.

Chapter 121 Country Girl Goes to the City

The refugees fleeing south came in a massive wave.

The brown-haired horse girl was dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at the tall, broken body of the deformed dragon beneath the low mountain city wall.

Judging from the integrity of the body, it had been tortured by at least three horrific explosions before it died, and was then stabbed twice more after death.

That once invincible, indestructible, and nightmarish dragon body is now nothing more than a piece of rotten flesh beneath the low mountain city wall.

This shock left her mouth opening and closing repeatedly until she finally gave up trying to find the words.

Beneath the city wall, a dozen rat girls were using crowbars and axes to dismantle the dragon corpse.

They were tiny compared to the dragon's enormous body, yet they worked with great enthusiasm.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho!"

Several mouse girls used ropes to pull a dragon scale as big as half their faces backward, their round mouse ears swaying back and forth with the rhythm of their movements.

"This is so hard!"

Several more female rats came running over to help, pulling and chopping.

Moren stood to the side, hands on his hips, and shouted at the group of mouse girls who had started to pile up on top of each other:

"Pry it open, to the left, use the lever principle!"

A dragon is a treasure from head to toe: dragon blood, dragon skin, dragon flesh, dragon heart, dragon scales, and dragon bones.

The dragon itself may not be cheaper than its treasures, but because it is difficult to decompose and preserve, most dragon slayers can only recover a few dragon scales and bones at most.

A single dragon scale could once fetch a high price of several gold coins on the black market, until the dragon maidens realized that they would replace their scales every year.

As a creature made of flesh and blood, the parts of this deformed dragon probably won't fetch a good price on the black market.

However, if used as materials, there's no hunter research team making a profit here. You can directly forge one hundred Deformed Dragon Annihilation Blades at once, along with one hundred sets of Deformed Dragon Legendary Armor, without having to bring a catgirl to gouge out its eyes.

Ever since the brown-haired horse girl and the other surviving knights entered the gates of Dwarf Mountain, their mouths have been agape.

Is this still a low hill?

The mine tracks crisscross the ground, with gray cement buildings lined up neatly on both sides of the tracks.

The mouse girls pushed mine carts and carried iron pickaxes, laughing and joking with each other, creating a peaceful scene that was completely unlike wartime.

The houses were all gray, square blocks, which looked a bit strange.

It's just a place with a slightly larger number of rats.

Just as they were trying to console themselves, a rat girl train roared past on the tracks atop the city wall, its carriages filled with fully armed militia rat girls.

Immediately following was the hum of propellers overhead, and two airships slowly rose into the air, their enormous spherical capsules swaying in the darkness as they flew into the distance.

All the knights obediently shut their mouths, not daring to open them again.

If the previous speculation about the dwarf mountain ant girl was just conjecture, now no one dares to doubt it anymore, and no one dares to say another word.

The baron's castle on the hilltop is still in pretty much the same dilapidated state as before.

This did bring back a sense of familiarity for the knights.

In the Baron's drawing room, on the map table, a white flag, which had been blocked for seven days in Carrot Territory by someone unknown, has now moved south again, near Citrus Territory.

Moren stood by the spread-out map table, one hand resting on the edge of the table, and scanned the female knights standing in the room.

"To make a long story short, I have most of the bad news. Is there any good news?"

The brown-haired horse girl was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Miss Robert's fate is unknown; the family has already assumed she is dead."

"Barely counts as one, there are others."

The brown-haired horse girl turned around and gestured, and a knight stepped forward, holding a giant crossbow bolt wrapped in silk cloth in both hands.

The silk cloth was lifted, revealing a two-meter-long metal arrow that gleamed with a cold, silvery light, with fine runes covering every inch of its surface.

The brown-haired horse girl's tone was somewhat heavy:

"This was fought for by a knight with his life. There is only one of these, and it is infused with runes of sharpness and wind-riding."

"And the material is mithril."

These two runes are extremely common, but the key reason why the Rune Giant Crossbow has such terrifying performance is its incredibly lightweight nature.

The two-meter-long giant crossbow bolts can be easily wielded even by children. With the help of the Wind Riding Rune, they can change direction with an extremely small radius to shoot down targets that are moving at extremely high speeds.

Each runic arrow is crafted from 0.8 kilograms of extremely precious and expensive mithril, and has remained rust-free for centuries, a testament to the pride unique to the Carrot family.

Seeing Morren take the arrow and fall into deep thought, the brown-haired horse girl finally felt that she had regained some confidence.

Hmph, this black-haired country baron has probably never seen mithril before, such an incredible alchemical product.

The brown-haired horse girl thought to herself, and slightly raised her chin.

Morren slowly stroked the rune pattern with his fingers.

Uh……

His brain almost crashed.

This is the secret arrow passed down through the Carrot family.

The material was actually...

Aluminum alloy?!

It's bizarre and humorous, yet strangely reasonable.

Molen didn't know where to begin his rant, but he now at least understood why Duchess Carrot of Sweet Radish Land had paid such an exorbitant price for his piece of aluminum.

However, having such a homing warhead would allow him to retrieve the sword he had tucked inside a 150mm shell; Morren quite liked that sword.

That large cannon had a very considerable range, but it was, after all, a rat-like contraption that only needed to avoid self-destruction, and its accuracy was terrible.

Molen had originally planned a scheme to use a handsome man to restrict the Holy Maiden Dragon's movements, but now that he had this thing, the risks were greatly reduced.

He could already picture the arrow piercing the dragon.

Then Morren suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he asked:

"This arrow was originally meant to shoot that short-legged horse in the north, right? Was it really necessary to go to such lengths? She has a terrible temper, but she hasn't really done anything bad, has she?"

"You have no idea what the birth of a two-horned beast means to the family."

The brown-haired horse girl answered with a complicated expression.

Molen actually knew.

Unicorns are the embodiment of nobility, elegance, kindness, and purity, and the perfect harmony of power and magic.

The Carrot family is known as the family of golden blood, noble and pure golden blood.

However, it gave birth to a legendary, lewd, gluttonous, and bloodthirsty beast.

Robert must be exiled, her bloodline must be denied, and she must be imprisoned forever in the southern border of the kingdom with an arrow that can pierce the storm.

Not drowning her as a child was already a show of mercy considering many factors.

Molen really didn't want to get involved in the horses' family affairs.

But he still wanted to complain. Robert herself knew that sleeping all day would prevent her from hurting people, but no one in the family tried to correct the various problems she had. They should at least have tried.

For example, tie her up and spank her hard, tickle her feet, or something like that.

In the end, Morren still didn't say anything. He tapped the map and said:

"Now, let's discuss the battle plan against that dragon."

Chapter 122 The War Meeting Regarding the Dragon Girl

Molen casually drew a dragon in his notebook.

It was so careless that the lines were rough and substandard. The proportions of the six legs were completely off, the tail was drawn too long, and the head was drawn too small.

He stared at the painting for a moment and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he turned to a page next to it and carefully drew a dragon girl.

Ears, tail, horns like a argali sheep—every stroke perfectly captures the white-haired girl, a masterpiece, exactly like the image in the communication stone.

After finishing the drawing, he held up the notebook and examined it for a moment in the light of the fluorite lantern.

The horse-woman knights standing behind him had been uneasy for a long time.

They stared intently at the charcoal pencil in Morren's hand, occasionally exchanging glances, but none of them dared to speak.

Legend has it that the Supreme King of Dwarf Mountain possessed a Book of Hatred, in which any enemy would be recorded and inevitably die.

This story used to be just a classic mouse girl joke, about a mouse girl going on a deep-sea adventure on the beach, with the mouse girl's armor not including knee pads or anything like that, just something for ladies to laugh about at tea parties.