Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 86: Poisonous Thorn
--be patient.

Dustthorn lurked in the woods, anxiously watching the large group of people busy setting up camp in the distance. Night had already fallen, and if the humans moved forward another half mile, they would walk into its ambush zone. However, even though it hadn't revealed any flaws, the humans stopped moving at this moment.

Was it discovered? —No, it wasn't.

This group of mortals consisted of only a few elite soldiers; the rest were essentially civilians with no real abilities. They marched outward from the demonic city, completely disregarding any difficult terrain along the way. Even in areas infested with troublesome monsters, they would simply pass right through them to save time.

It is really arrogant for a mortal to do this.

However, this group of mortals possessed both the qualifications and resources to act arrogantly—from the moment the Demonic Man's city was set ablaze, Du Ji had already noticed this arrogant march. Among these mortals, there were two... no, one powerful individual who was particularly noteworthy.

The unremarkable figure was a marksman. Dustthorn had never encountered him, but he knew he was merely a lightly armored warrior, less than heroic, from the eastern realm of humanity. On any battlefield, Dustthorn could kill him with a single strike. However, the other figure in the marching group made Dustthorn wary simply by looking at him.

A magic caster... who could kill Ice Flame Thunder, was at least a high-ranking fifth-tier cultivator, perhaps even a rare and powerful one capable of using sixth-tier magic. And on this march, no matter what obstacles appeared, he would dispatch them with a barrage of fireballs.

That was a really simple and crude tactic. Because Fireball was only a third-tier spell, it could be easily dealt with with simple countermeasures.

The premise is that this continuous fireball technique does not have the power of a single shot of the upper fifth level.

——Epidermal strengthening.

——Fire resistance increased.

An invisible protective barrier built into the Venomthorn's body. Since it had ambushed them, it must have been confident of its victory. Unlike the manticores, giant spiders, and cursed slimes that were slain by fireballs simply for standing in their way, Venomthorn possessed an innate resistance to all elemental damage. After casting a spell, it became virtually immune to fire.

It's time to get going...can't wait until daybreak.

Poison Thorn waved his hand gently, and the many poisonous lizardmen and corrupted tree spirits that had followed him into ambush responded to his command. Among them were excellent sorcerers capable of casting fourth-tier magic, while others, capable of spitting venom and creating acidic mist, also possessed considerable combat effectiveness.

This certainly wasn't enough to defeat a sixth-tier magic caster, but it was enough to draw his attention. During this day and night of lurking and tracking, Du Ji had already figured out the magic caster's habits—he was a spellcaster whose immense power led to his own arrogance. He never employed guards around him, nor wore heavy armor. This meant he had the opportunity to kill him with a single strike.

——What a powerful opponent! I will never forget this battle.

The ambushing army was advancing, and just as it was about to touch the cordon, a hint of hesitation emerged in Poison Thorn's heart. Discovering this mortal march was an accident, and it had initially had no intention of antagonizing such a powerful magic caster. It also preferred to use strategy rather than personally engage in combat, but...

A faint murmur echoed, and a slight sense of trance silently emerged. In Du Ji's eyes, the vast treasures loaded onto the carriages, accumulated over hundreds of years by the demons, now occupied his entire field of vision.

So much gold. So much wealth.

In order to take control of all this, one should risk his life.

Its scaly mouth opened slightly, and the venomous spine, which looked not much different from an ordinary venomous lizardman, spit out its tongue. A faint sound of vigilance could be heard from the human camp in the distance, and it immediately waved its weapon-wielding arm.

"attack."

The slaves obeyed its orders and raided the human camp in the dim night.

..............................

"Enemy attack!" the sentry's voice rang out. Wu Chen, strolling through the camp, healing those injured who hadn't fully recovered from the previous protective barrier, looked toward the gloomy area. The life detection light flickered, and in the distance outside the camp, in a forest cut by a valley, a large area of ​​light and shadow suddenly appeared.

"Is there such a thing?" His slightly furrowed brow relaxed. Wu Chen realized why he had chosen to give up his magic research at this point—his intuition and perception were sending him a warning. And from a feeling, this ambush army lurking in the forest did pose a threat to him.

Just some.

But it can be fatal to others.

If he were really attacked in the valley ahead, it would be difficult to save the lives of these thousands of survivors.

"Lord Daxter, please allow us to share your worries!"

The leader of the night watchmen volunteered, and the many survivors around him showed no fear. Throughout the day and night, Wu Chen, who occasionally spared a moment to deal with troublesome monsters, had already proven his strength. And when Wu Chen raised his hand, they all fell silent. "Stand back," he said. "I just need some fresh air."

So they obeyed his command.

The strong man stopped, the elite soldiers laid down their weapons, and the old, weak, and disabled people, whose illnesses and disabilities had just been erased by Wu Chen's healing and reconstruction techniques, all made way for him and lowered their heads.

"May you be victorious, Lord Dust." "The gods bless you." "I obey your orders, my lord." "Have fun, Lord Dust."

It seemed like there was some strange noise mixed in.

However, Wu Chen never cared much about this.

He took a step forward. The Swift Wind Break and the ability-boosting martial arts skills activated simultaneously. Wu Chen, already near the front of the camp, instantly reached the area guarded by the Night Watchmen.

He saw the figures rushing out of the shadows and heard the noises they made. Emerging from the darkness was undoubtedly a mixed march of lizardmen and dryads, their bodies surrounded by a faint, poisonous green aura.

They roared sharply, and charging forward was undoubtedly their king. His perception seemed even stronger than that of the goatman king, so it was no wonder he had dared to ambush them in the forest and then, after failing, leap out to confront them.

"Attack!" the Toxic Lizard King roared, his powerful guards swiftly casting spells. Numerous ice cones, lightning bolts, and fire missiles erupted from the hands of second- and third-tier spellcasters. Poisoned arrows blended into this torrential downpour of spells.

The dryads attacked from their cover. These animated trees, split in the middle like a ferocious maw, waved their thick, scorched branches. Each one of them possessed the speed and strength of an elite paladin, and even had thick skin and flesh in lieu of armor.

——Flame Cloak.

Flames erupted from Wu Chen's body. Having acquired the properties of a high-level elementalist, and having been enhanced through supermagic techniques, his spells undoubtedly possessed even greater power. No longer confined to Wu Chen's surroundings, they rapidly expanded outward, transforming into a fiery aura with a radius of dozens of meters, centered around Wu Chen.

This might be called fire aura.

The night watchmen who had retreated early looked at Wu Chen in awe, unharmed - the tree spirits at the front were instantly ignited and let out painful screams.

Wu Chen casually added the Iron Armor Technique, which had more than doubled his strength. He raised his hand, and a brilliant light burst out from the end of his palm.

Spells and arrows all froze beneath the raised shield, while a massive fireball, enhanced by super magic, launched towards the king of the lizardmen.

It reaches its target in an instant.

The explosion shattered most of the Lizardman King's resistance. Protective spells and enchanted accessories shattered in an instant. The next moment, another fireball exploded.

Fireball, and then more fireball.

With the acquisition of two high-level professions, the effectiveness of the Fireball Repeating Tactic has become powerful enough. It is invincible in such situations, and this also brought Wu Chen a thought.

"Boring," Wu Chen muttered softly. He saw many more lizardmen rushing towards him. The third fireball was already ready, and he could even see through their thoughts.

Flames exploded.

Telekinesis was released suddenly.

Among the individuals hidden among the lizardmen, there was one who was exceptionally strong. It even braved the explosion of fire and suddenly rushed close to Wu Chen, almost stabbing him with a poisoned dagger!

"It seems like there's a mastermind behind you." Wu Chen's gaze shifted from the lizardman bound by telekinesis. He looked in all directions nearby. "You've made such a big scene, and yet you still don't come out—"

His voice stopped here.

He saw that the lizardman in front of him was clearly smiling - the individual with the title of Poison Thorn was sure of killing with one blow, and its body expanded rapidly in this instant!

Thick scales grew, wings spread. The difficulty of cracking it was comparable to stopping a 100-ton truck head-on. The telekinesis suddenly dissipated. And a sturdy dragon claw, hidden under the Transfiguration spell, grabbed the unsuspecting Wu Chen!
Dust Thorn was a grown dragon, coveting the treasure Wu Chen had seized from the Demonic City. Without hesitation, it took a deep breath, unleashing a cone-shaped stream of acidic dragon breath towards Wu Chen, who had temporarily lost the ability to cast spells with his hands!
(End of this chapter)