Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 491 - 491 490 Praise

Chapter 491: Chapter 490 Praise Chapter 491: Chapter 490 Praise Black Oil Dragon Ross flew close to the ground in an escape attempt, pursued by Frost Giant Ge with massive strides, as a furious blizzard swept across the sky.

Originally, its vision could see through the night as if it were day, but now the blizzard obstructed its view, rendering anything beyond a hundred meters indiscernible.

While Frost Giants can’t fly, they seem to have mastered a kind of spell that influences the weather, causing elemental chaos in the sky, thereby disrupting the flight of Bipedal Flying Dragons—both Dragons and Bipedal Flying Dragons rely on elemental magic power for flying.

“Faust!” roared Shuang Ge, wielding a wooden stick.

The blinding snow suddenly began to condense, then turned into a giant hand of solid ice, reaching out viciously towards the Black Oil Dragon.

Ross, as a top-tier Bipedal Flying Dragon, had also practiced various maneuvers with Lord Russell, so it tucked its wings in, performed a spiraling barrel roll, and narrowly avoided the solid ice hand’s grasp, forcing itself to gain a slight altitude with all its might.

Then, using this slight elevation, it dove quickly downward, escaping the second grasp of the solid ice hand.

Crack!

After two failed attempts at grabbing, the solid ice hand’s energy dissipated, shattering into chunks of ice on the ground.

Frost Giant Ge did not continue to use the spells from the Snow Demon World, taking an imperceptibly heavy breath. It seemed that casting spells on Dragon Sleep Continent was too costly for it, or perhaps the disrupted elemental magic power was also an obstacle to its spellcasting.

Without the interception of spells, Frost Giant Ge could only keep on running in pursuit; it was quite small compared to a Snow Giant.

But compared to a human or a Bipedal Flying Dragon, it was still an enormous creature.

Every step it took made the entire wilderness tremble.

But that did not scare Ross, which flew over the wilderness between Blackflame Plains and Leize, directly entering Leize.

By now, one could see the dark snowfield to the south of Leize, where the projections of three dragons were skirmishing with a Snow Giant. However, it was difficult to suppress the fully powered Snow Giant with mere dragon projections alone.

Jibber-jabber…

Strange sounds came from the mouth of the Frost Giant Ge, in the language of the Snow Demons, roughly meaning that Ross had nowhere to escape.

“Roar!”

Ross glanced back at the pursuing Frost Giant Ge, then at the fierce battle on the southern snowfield; indeed, it was caught in a dilemma.

In the Warm Enclave, which was its home ground, Frost Giant Ge could only pursue on foot.

Once it entered the snowfield, it was essentially entering the Frost Giant’s home ground, where Ge could not only disrupt the elements but could also perform miraculous Escape Techniques. And the three dragon projections were clearly entangled by the Snow Giant, unable to lend Ross a hand.

With that thought,

Ross suddenly changed direction, taking Frost Giant Ge in circles on the land of Leize, tightly clutching a large metal stone with its claws, not daring to relax in the slightest.

On one side was the war between dragons and a Snow Giant; on the other was the chase between a Frost Giant and a Bipedal Flying Dragon.

The weather over the entirety of Leize had gone completely mad, with large snowflakes mixed with hailstones the size of chicken eggs falling recklessly from the sky.

“Quick, all craftsmen, find a place to hide immediately!” Knights in charge shouted as they held torches and raced back and forth on digging sites for rivers and lakes, delivering orders, “If not, lie on the ground, cover your head with your hands, and wait for rescue!”

The nobility of the territory had all gone to Red Castle to attend the Earl’s ascension ceremony.

Yet, the work on taming Leize did not stop, with even night shifts being tasked; now, they were suffering the repercussions of this unexpected battle.

“Ah!”

“Help, help!”

“Dragon watch, dragon watch!”

The serfs and artisans sprinted towards the work sheds in madness; those who ran slowly were left with faces bruised by the hail. Some were even hit directly in the head by the hail and collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.

Others were pushed and tripped by their own people, then trampled over by those who followed, leaving behind screams before descending into silence.

After the chaos,

the serfs and artisans who sought shelter in the work sheds couldn’t help but start to pray: “Dragon watch, keep calamities away from us!”

“I can hear the dragon’s voice!”

“The dragon has come, has the Snow Demon invaded?”

“It’s a Snow Giant; I vaguely saw a giant with a blue glow, chasing Sir Ross in the distance!”

“Snow Giants are white; it’s the Snow Demons that are blue.”

“Crooked Mouth Kent seems to be dead, hit in the head by hail, and fell right there on the spot, has’t returned till now.”

“How about asking the overseer’s manager?”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, Lord Russell will come to save us!” a serf said with conviction, “Lord Russell is a Flying Dragon Knight, the Lord of the Dragon Domain, and will ride dragons in the future, he can surely drive away the Snow Giants!”

That’s how it always plays out in the dramas.

The theater troupes that came to perform at the estate often put on shows like ‘The Dragonriding Youth’ and ‘Thunderous Dragon Domain,’ and most serfs had seen them.

“The manager is here!”

The overseer’s Knight manager, who possesses a protective battle aura, wasn’t afraid of the hail assault and was currently using a warhorse to carry several unconscious serfs.

Upon reaching the work shed, he immediately ordered people to carry off the fainted serfs.

“See if they can be revived,” the Knight manager instructed.

An observant serf immediately shouted, “It’s Crooked Mouth Kent, may Lord Russell bless us, Crooked Mouth Kent is still breathing!”

“He’s not dead, not dead, they’ve all just fainted!”

“Thank goodness!”

The serfs cheered joyfully, filled with happiness that their comrades had escaped death. They then bombarded the Knight manager with questions about what exactly had happened.

The Knight manager shook his head, “I’m not sure, but the dragons have all appeared, it must be the Snow Giants invading our territory… Don’t panic, wait patiently in the work shed until the hail ends, Lord Russell will come to save everyone!”

“Lord Russell will definitely come to rescue us!”

“The Lords of the Fluorescent Fungi Family won’t abandon us!”

“Praise the Lord!”

“Praise the Fluorescent Fungi Family!”

“Praise the dragons!”

“Praise Sir Rossay…”

The work shed suddenly filled with a messy sound of praises, as ordinary people faced with the current situation could only offer praise and prayers.

Meanwhile.

The Black Oil Dragon Ross, who was being praised, already felt exhausted. The elements between heaven and earth had been disrupted by the Frost Giants, making each flap of its wings a huge drain on its energy.

But it dared not stop.

To stop meant facing the Frost Giants’ melee attacks up close. The greatest advantage of a Bipedal Flying Dragon lay in air-to-ground combat, not in landing and engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

“Roar!” Ross summoned his spirits, trying to fly even higher.

But the relentlessly pursuing Shuang Ge, also roaring in a strange language, wildly trampled and ran across the land.

After a long time, Ross had circled around Leize several times.

His energy progressively waning, the dragon’s low-flying form staggered for a moment, and in that instant of mishap, the following Shuang Ge seized the opportunity.

“Faust!”

Shuang Ge didn’t cast a spell but in the nick of time, hurled the wooden club in his hand like a javelin. The club whistled as it traced a beautiful arc before smashing heavily onto Rossi’s back.

“Roar!”

Ross let out a mournful cry, unable to maintain its flight, plunged into the snow-covered land and rolled several times.

But even so, its claws remained firmly clutched around the metal boulder.

It had promised its father Russell to guard the Ice Sacred Artifact and would not let it be easily snatched away by the Frost Giants.

“Faust!”

The roars of Shuang Ge drew closer and the ground trembled more intensely.

Ross struggled to rise, a wing broken by the club, now only able to engage in a final melee on the ground with Shuang Ge.

Raising its head high, the pride of the Bipedal Flying Dragon refused to let it fear Shuang Ge, even though it was more powerful!