Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1432 - 413: The Dragonkin’s Visit

Chapter 1432: Chapter 413: The Dragonkin’s Visit

After the first round of magic barrages, the four Hell Black Dragons roared in unison, diving towards the ground from four different directions. Leading with their dragon breath and following up with their fangs and claws, they aimed directly for the heads of these ground-crawling creatures!

This was the most authentic, most primitive, and most direct battle method of the Dragon Clan—disperse the points of attack, disrupt the opponent’s layers of magic attacks, and determine the outcome of the battle instantly with swift speed, strong magic resistance, and powerful close combat abilities!

Liu Zhenhan laughed.

He had made his name with this kind of fighting style. He knew that the Black Dragons had taken the bait—dragons have even greater confidence in their own claws and fangs than in magic! The Elves have many high-level Mages but few high-level warriors, a glaring weakness deliberately displayed by Mourinho! Could it be possible that Mourinho lacked powerful warriors? Just the Sky Giants and Frost Giants under his command were plenty!

The Black Dragons were too keen on finding shortcuts in battle! This was probably a common problem among all the strong! Liu Zhenhan thought he must remember to pay attention to this in the future.

Perhaps out of caution, the Black Dragon Clan leader and one of the strongest Hell Black Dragons pounced at the same time towards the human Mage guarded by the Sword Saint.

The Dragon Clan was well aware of the destructive power of Dou Qi; even a Tauren swinging a giant axe could merely chop off some dragon scales, but faced with the sword light of these high-level Sword Saints, the dragons ended up with their flesh and blood tumbling out. Thus, such opponents had to be eliminated first.

Facing the desperate counterattack of the four Black Dragons, Mourinho and his subordinates finally showed their true capabilities!

Among the cluster of Mages, two Flower Elves once again shone brilliantly!

The delicate Flower Elf priestess used her conducting baton to sprinkle a layer of red mist, clearly a layer of Magic Dispel, which reduced the power of the dragon breath that passed through it! Liu Zhenhan coveted the sight like Huangguoshu Waterfall.

In the midst of magic snipers, interceptions, and collisions in the sky, a Tanggula Ice Bear suddenly emerged from the edge of the forest, striking the nasal bone of one Black Dragon squarely with an "Ice Frost Cone"!

With the magic resistance of a Giant Dragon, it could have easily withstood the high-level magic "Ice Frost Cone," but a direct hit to the fragile nasal bone was another matter entirely. Aside from some abnormality like the Seven-Colored Dragon, no other Giant Dragon could bear such pain!

The Southern Cross Star Forest is a tropical jungle, of course, it couldn’t have produced a polar Ice Bear. This bear was just a beast that the Archdruid had transformed into. With the magic level of this Druid, such a bluff shouldn’t have been possible, but everything changed when Elder Cech helped cast the "Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon."

Relying on the sound-speed booster spell "Flying Flowers Chasing the Moon," the "Ice Frost Cone" flew at speeds surpassing the speed of sound and heavily injured a Giant Dragon that had always harbored contempt.

Liu Zhenhan watched, dazzled. The Flower Elves were as crucial to the Mages as a priest was to the warriors in battle assistance!

Although Elder Cech appeared quite exhausted after completing the booster spell, it was evident that with the help of high-level Flower Elves, the Mages now possessed the ability to turn the tide of battle at critical moments, just like priests aiding warriors!

The four Black Dragons knew things were amiss, not because the opposing Mages suddenly had unexpected troops, but because the moment they began to dive in low altitudes, they felt a "targeting lock" on them. This sensation made all Black Dragons’ skins crawl, prompting an immediate subconscious response!

It is not difficult for a Giant Dragon to change direction in midair, but changes in angle inevitably affect speed. Just this moment of astonishment allowed dozens of Zimei Needle Arrows, swift as lightning, to suddenly fly out of the lush green leaves on three sides of the Elves’ camp, "whooshing" through the air. These arrows, fired by the Elves’ Magic Archers, hit the Black Dragons’ soft spots like the eyes, wing joints, and nasal sinuses with precise and extremely cunning shots!

The arrows flew like locusts, and in the blink of an eye, there were three waves, each Zimei Needle Arrow gleaming with the unique acceleration of Wind Magic.

The distance was too close, and the arrows, accelerated by the Wind System, were too fast. The four Black Dragons had no time to react, or rather, didn’t even think to evade, hence were all struck down.

The Zimei Needle Arrows, although known as the Elves’ Magic-breaking Arrows, were, in fact, less powerful than the humans’ Annihilation Arrows. Most of the attacks penetrated less than two inches into the Black Dragon scales, but that was already enough, as each Zimei Needle Arrowhead was coated with the most domineering venom—Liu Zhenhan had no idea the lengths to which the Elves had gone to enhance their poisonous blood with potions that Mourinho had paid a great price for!

These potions were made from the "Dinghong" of the Mobasa Nine-headed Bird killed by an old swan in its youth. There would not be a second chance to use them!

The Venom Series super-level Mobasa Nine-headed Bird with congenital disabilities has ten necks but only nine heads. Whenever it hears a dog bark, the bald neck automatically bleeds—this "Dinghong" is the blood from the bald neck!

"Dinghong" does not carry toxicity itself but is a hundredfold assimilation and amplification agent. It’s a universal poison adjutant. The Mobasa Nine-headed Bird pecks at the bald neck with its nine beaks, coating them in blood to amplify its own venomous magical power!

In this world, poisons that could lay a Giant Dragon out on the spot are incredibly hard to come by, but there are a few that can instantly disable a Giant Dragon’s combat capabilities, such as the gland of the Human-faced Spider or the stinger of Acathurte. Of course, these venoms must also be highly purified to be immediately effective!

Mourinho, in this concoction, had already infused the precious Rosmarinus septifolius; pairing it with venomous flame was meant to double its potency---------for the "Mobasa Top Red," mixing a drop of venom with a pound of it resulted in an equivalent synergistic amplification effect, which is why the Moon Elf Archers only needed a little of Enrida’s blood to suffice.

Being struck by the arrow was a matter of a blink of an eye, as four Black Dragons simultaneously let out mournful howls in the sky, staggering like drunkards performing ballet, convulsing as if electrified, with dragon scales blasting off, their meaty wings violently entangled and trembling, and fountains of white frothy foam explosively bursting from their maws and nostrils.

Giant Dragons are Giant Dragons after all. Stricken with extreme poison and sensing their peril, they didn’t forget to spew out robust "Flame Meteors", mingled with white foam, wildly sweeping the towering trees from where the feathered arrows originated. At the same time, they vibrated their wings and shakily endured wave after wave of magic as they flew towards the frigid pools---------a typical instance of frenzied desperation and chaotic fleeing.

One after another, dark silhouettes agilely leaped high into the air, but it was in vain. Locking their sights on the Giant Dragons was equivalent to selling themselves out, and momentarily, along with the trees, the unlucky ones who were scorched emitted crackling ignition sounds and long, agonizing screams.

These Moon Elf master Archers were also sufficiently fierce. Even as many of them were burned into fireballs, they still gallantly loosed one poison arrow after another at the faltering Black Dragons.

"Boom, boom, boom," three thunderous sounds rang out as three Hell Black Dragons, like kites with snapped strings, drifted over the marsh, not managing to flap far before crashing obliquely into the muck.

For a moment, mud and water splattered like rain, and the trembling noise of the earth-shaking impact merged into one, gouging out three long, deep ravines on the ground.

The Black Dragon Ronaldo, being a fifth-order Giant Dragon, managed to fly quite a distance in a crooked line, but it increasingly descended lower, and finally with a hollow somersault, crash-landed by the Twin Frigid Pools, narrowly avoided plunging into the icy waters, uncertain if the iron-hard frozen ground had cracked its skull.

Before everyone had the chance to cheer or even catch their breath, a massive swarm of dark figures surged from the pitch-black forest above.

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes instantly bulged out in astonishment.

Upon Xiang Pa’s surface, clearly emerged one after another handsome men and beautiful women with long spears in their hands, black wings on their backs, and curved horns on their heads, resembling oversized bat-people, easily numbering two to three hundred!

"Good gracious, a hog’s nose cooking onions!" Liu Zhenhan suddenly realized a severe and obvious fact that he had overlooked: with the lascivious nature of the Black Dragon Clan, having produced so many Sub-dragon Magical Beasts in the Underground World, how could they resist the Elves, beautiful as blossoms?

If there are dragon-people on the surface, why couldn’t there be any underground?

Black Dragons flew fast, so it was understandable that these dragon-people were a bit late. Unexpectedly, the Fallen Tribe had kept this hidden from him! And from all the people in the world! During the recent South Cross Star battles, their progress was consistently smooth, surely hiding a contingent of dragon-people to serve as a secret trump card at a critical moment!

One dragon-person executing an advanced Instant Magic – wouldn’t there be at least two to three hundred such spells?

Even if all the magic these dragon-people knew were area-of-effect spells with insufficient point-target damage, they were still two to three hundred advanced magics! Could Mourinho and his subordinates fully deploy the Shield to withstand it? Liu Zhenhan stuck out his tongue.

"Damn! There are even Blood Mages!" Liu Zhenhan’s sharp eyes immediately caught sight of the leading Blood Infant Siro; there were no less than ten Moore Mages riding on his back, following behind him!

This Blood Infant master flapped his greenish elytra, along with all the dragon-people and Blood Mages, they stared dumbfoundedly at the disaster scene in the wetland valley-----------three Giant Dragons sticking into the ground like freshly sprung bamboo shoots, their rear ends pointing skywards.

The ones in the sky were petrified.

The ones on the ground were petrified.

Presumably, the eyes of everyone around the world watching Xiang Pa’s live broadcast were petrified at this moment!

An eerie silence persisted for about ten seconds, and then the most unexpected thing Liu Zhenhan could imagine happened.

Before this, Liu Zhenhan was even pondering whether to berate the heavens if the Swan didn’t come and unlock the "Wind Runes Golem Chains", and then to break free from it himself.

Facing the crushing pressure of two to three hundred advanced magics, Old Liu dared not hope for someone to care enough to come and look after him.

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