Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 672 - 492: Dragon Slaying Trap_2

Chapter 672: Chapter 492: Dragon Slaying Trap_2

Casar gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, saying, "The following words are that evil Half-Elf’s meaning, and have nothing to do with me. I am extremely opposed to them..."

"I told you to speak."

"He said, my lord is just a lousy fake, just an oversized wild chicken with Dragon Wings attached. When it sees him, all it can do is flee in panic. He assured those Horse Farm Owners that if my lord appears before him again, he will definitely not let my lord escape..."

"Shut up!" Swift Roc let out a tremendous roar, the feathers on its neck and Dragon Scales all stood on end, trembling and rubbing constantly, emitting a buzzing sound.

This was its display of extreme anger.

As the saying goes, one is most sensitive about what one lacks. Swift Roc’s physique, which resembles that of a bird more than a Giant Dragon, is their most taboo subject; they are also famously prideful.

Every sentence Casar said hit it right in the "lungs," making its rage soar to the heavens.

If it didn’t teach those damned Half-Elves a lesson, they might really think it feared them.

Swift Roc bellowed, "Take them back to the nest. Before I return, nobody is allowed to leave."

After speaking, it flapped its wings and took to the sky, furiously heading in the direction of Anfield Village.

However, it hadn’t flown far before Swift Roc changed direction, heading towards the Stone Bridge Hills instead.

Although a bit blinded by rage, it hadn’t completely lost its reasoning.

Attacking Anfield Village was too risky; there were quite a few powerful individuals stationed there.

And since it didn’t have Giant Dragon Breath, it couldn’t inflict massive damage and thus couldn’t cause the enemy any significant loss, failing to satisfy its desire for revenge.

Just now, this Gnoll said that it had gathered a bunch of Gnolls at the abandoned quarry to enslave them for stone mining.

If it went over there, wouldn’t those Gnolls just bow their heads in worship as these before it have done?

Later, it could lead this group of Gnolls to attack Anfield Village.

That would be killing two birds with one stone.

Even if those Gnolls were wiped out by the people of Anfield Village, it wouldn’t feel a shred of pity.

The one who should be grieving would be that damned Half-Elf.

The more it thought about it, the more Swift Roc felt delighted by this idea.

It was already looking forward to seeing these Gnolls and the Humans of Anfield Village slaughtering each other.

Of course, it knew where the abandoned quarry was.

This was its hunting ground; it knew not only where the abandoned quarry was but also that a group of despicable deformed monsters lived there.

Even from several kilometers away, Swift Roc could confirm that the Gnoll had not lied; the abandoned quarry had been restarted, and a large number of Gnolls were busily coming and going there.

But there wasn’t just the smell of Gnolls here; there was also the smell of a Giant Dragon, the scent of a not particularly powerful Red Dragon.

As Swift Roc sensed the presence of the young Red Dragon Roderick, Roderick also became aware of it, roaring as he rose into the air from the quarry, charging furiously toward Swift Roc, bellowing, "This is my territory, you damned bastard, get out of my land!"

The word ’bastard’ instantly ignited Swift Roc’s short fuse, and it shrieked furiously, "You’re the bastard; your whole family are bastards! This is my territory, you pathetic invader. I’m going to skin you, pull your bones out, drink your blood, eat your flesh..."

"Still claiming you’re not a bastard? Just listen to your own cries – do you sound like a Dragon or a chicken? I’ve seen plenty of bastards claiming to be Dragons, but one that looks like a chicken, this is a first for me," the young Red Dragon, who had endured the chatter of Aivensa for years, although only learning one-tenth of her skill, wasn’t someone Swift Roc could compete with.

The bickering had just started, and Swift Roc was already infuriated beyond measure.

If it had been a young or fully-grown Red Dragon, it might have had to keep a respectful distance.

But a young Red Dragon, whose ferocity wasn’t even unleashed, daring to be arrogant in its presence, then it was time for it to taste the ferocity of its own claws and see who the true Giant Dragon was.

Swift Roc didn’t bother with more words; with a piercing shriek, it half-encircled its wings and dove face-first towards the young Red Dragon.

Anything that aims to achieve an extreme must specialize.

Once you try to be good at everything, you often end up a jack-of-all-trades, master of none.

Giant Dragons are the epitome of this concept.

In terms of flying ability, they definitely can’t compare to Giant Rocs.

In terms of swimming, they can’t match Dolphin Sharks.

And when it comes to running, they’re no match for quadrupedal animals.

On the flip side, except for those specialized skills, they outclass their counterparts in other aspects.

In flying, Swift Roc combined the advantages from both Giant Dragon and Giant Roc, and even its other parent tribe, the Giant Roc, was slightly inferior to them, which is where their name originated.

When the two sides narrowed the gap to one hundred and eighty meters, Swift Roc’s Twisting Halo began to take effect.

The young Red Dragon’s body suddenly sank, its speed was further reduced.

With such a huge body, a Giant Dragon’s aerodynamics is not optimal, yet it still has an astonishing flight speed, which is not solely reliant on its wings.

Magic also plays a certain role, providing buoyancy and thrust, making their flight easier.

Swift Roc’s Twisting Spell Aura completely twisted this aspect, forcing the young Red Dragon to fly with just its physical strength in front of it.

Though it could still fly, its speed was significantly impacted.

This reduction was another’s gain.

This made Swift Roc’s advantage in flight even more apparent.