Mystery: A Spark

Suddenly, he heard a childish voice beside him:

"Grandpa, come quick, save your grandson!"

Chapter 259 On your marks! Everyone, on your marks! Let's dance!

Inside the hotel.

Leonard and Arthas huddled together, examining the books on the table.

"So you mean there's a world in this book, and one of the teacher's juniors accidentally went in?"

"But because they've been trapped inside for so long, even if they manage to kill the ice dragon, they'll die as soon as they come out?"

“That’s right, that’s what my master told me.” Arthas nodded his little head.

“Hiss~ Teacher, is there a solution to this? The one inside might be the only son in your family.” Leonard asked.

"There are solutions, of course, but we'll have to wait until Arthur comes out to decide how to implement them."

After saying that, Pales fell silent.

However, Leonard could still clearly feel the excitement and joy emanating from within him.

……

“Viscount Mobert, do you remember when you came in?” Arthur asked by the campfire.

“I don’t remember.” Mobert shook his head and looked at Longzel beside him. “I only remember that at that time, the Ternsost was a great noble family in the Solomon Empire, just like our Soloasde family. There was no such thing as the Runintis back then.”

“So that’s how it is. That must have been the Fourth Epoch, and now it’s the Fifth Epoch. You’ve been here for many, many years now,” Arthur said, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

Upon hearing this, Edwina, who had been listening quietly, felt a stirring in her heart. She glanced at Arthur's profile but only saw a calm face and deep eyes.

She glanced at the others, and a thought suddenly came to her mind:

Even the last one to enter lived hundreds of years ago. If they leave without any precautions after killing the ice dragon, the consequences will be...

But why didn't I realize this before Arthur pointed it out? Could this place influence a person's thinking to some extent? Edwina's beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

Mobert's subsequent reaction confirmed her suspicions.

“Yes, we’ve been here for so many years now, we don’t even know what the outside world looks like anymore. We’ll have to take a good look around when we get out,” Mobert said with a look of anticipation.

He made no mention of the time gap, and as a member of the Fourth Age Angel family, such a reaction was undoubtedly abnormal... Edwina glanced at Arthur thoughtfully.

Even with deliberate reminders, they still don't realize the problem? Arthur sighed inwardly, then changed the subject:

"By the way, do you have any rules or regulations regarding the hunting of the King of the North?"

The reason they are unaware of the problem now is probably because the story is not yet finished, so the world in the book still has a great deal of constraint on them.

Since that's the case, let's take down that dragon first before talking about anything else.

As for slaying dragons, Arthur had done it many times in his previous life when he was on Azure Star, killing at least several hundred, if not a thousand.

Of course, this is in the game, and the character he controls is a superhuman that Geralt would envy to death—a human who doesn't lose health even when jumping from the highest place—so this doesn't prove much.

However, the principles behind some things are actually the same.

For example, if you want to deal with a flying creature like a dragon, you have to restrict its ability to fly. This hunting strategy is still useful here.

However, just when Arthur thought the members of this dragon-slaying team would give him a reasonably acceptable battle plan,

Mobert asked with some confusion:

"What charter?"

"Uh... it's something like a hunting plan." Arthur sensed that something was wrong.

“The plan… Grosser rushes in to hold them off, and we each use our abilities to cooperate? That should be considered a plan, right?” Mobert asked tentatively.

Arthur silently covered his face, and Edwina lowered her head speechlessly.

No wonder the teamwork of these people in the original work always seemed a bit off; it turns out that not only was their thinking affected, but their intelligence was also compromised.

What's the difference between this rudimentary combat strategy and the classic "hold, heal, DPS all out" strategy in World of Warcraft?

The point is to emphasize freedom and spontaneity, to just play however you want, right?

"Alright, let me explain my battle plan. You can take a look and see if there's anything inappropriate. If not, then we'll proceed as I've suggested. How about that?" Arthur looked at Grosser, then at Mobert and Ronzel, and said earnestly.

“I have no objection,” Long Ze’er was the first to speak.

He was a soldier, and obeying his superiors' orders was instinctive.

Although Arthur was not his superior, when all they could think of was simple tactics like fighting freely, a powerful outsider who could befriend an angel was enough to make him follow orders.

As long as the other party's instructions do not contain any serious errors, Long Ze'er will follow the orders.

“I have no objection either.” Mobert realized at this moment that something was wrong with his thinking.

In addition, given what Arthur said about his great-grandfather waiting for him outside, Mobert naturally had no reason to mess things up on his own.

"And what about Lady Shatas? You should be able to hear our conversation, right?" Arthur asked, looking at the elf guarding the cave entrance.

"I need to hear your plan first. I'll only proceed if I'm sure it's sound. If the plan is too stupid, then I won't play along," Xia Tass's voice drifted in from the cave entrance.

“Okay, then I’ll say it.” Arthur completely ignored Snowman, who was sitting alone against the wall not far away.

Because in his plan, the other party's task was not crucial, as long as they didn't hinder him.

"Our primary objective in combat against this frost dragon is to eliminate its air superiority."

Arthur looked at Long Ze'er, who was about to say something, and spoke first:

"But we cannot use precepts."

Long Ze'er opened his mouth and asked in confusion:

"why?"

"Because we need to create an environment where we have air superiority over those without, rather than reducing everyone to the same level where they can only fight on the ground," Arthur explained.

Back when he was on Azure Star, he could use "Thirteen Deadly Flashes" to deal with the dragons, but that's no longer possible here.

Since our side's Shatas possesses the ability to fly, and he himself can fly briefly, there is naturally no reason for Longzel to use the "no flying here" rule.

Moreover, Longzel's precepts could not completely restrain the "King of the North".

Therefore, what Arthur wanted was to directly disable the ice dragon's flight ability through physical means, creating an air-to-ground attack advantage.

As the saying goes, "The high-level player hits the low-level player, and the idiot hits the bullseye."

"So we need to destroy its wings first?" Edwina understood what Arthur meant.

“That’s right, this task will be carried out by Ms. Shatas and me, while your main task is to interfere with and restrain the ice dragon’s attack intentions, creating opportunities for us,” Arthur said confidently.

After all, apart from him and Shatas, the others were all Groudons, so it would be too much to ask them to attack the wings.

“No problem, we’ve got this covered.” Grosser patted his chest, making a thunderous sound.

"Madam, you must have analyzed the ability to interfere with other people's minds, right?" Arthur looked at the beautiful woman beside him.

"Mm." Edwina nodded slightly.

“Then you will take on the initial control task. After the ice dragon breaks free of your restraints, Longzel will use the Discipline to take over the secondary control. If both of your controls fail, Viscount Mobert will take over the control.” Arthur explained his second plan, rationally outlining the control sequence.

In the original story, at the beginning of the battle, when everyone lacked coordination, there were instances where their abilities interfered with each other, and Arthur naturally wanted to prevent this from happening.

"Finally, Mr. Snowman, your task is to assist us in combat and, when the Ice Dragon uses its frost abilities, to do your best to alleviate them," Arthur said, looking at the ascetic who was still facing the wall.

“Okay.” Snowman replied gently, his back to the crowd.

“Well then, the battle plan is set, let’s begin.” Arthur stood up from the campfire and walked towards the cave entrance.

“But, hasn’t Julian arrived yet?” Grosser also stood up, scratching his head and asking in confusion.

“I have a way to bring it here.” Arthur stood at the cave entrance, and the others followed him.

The guard at the gate, Shatas, watched the young man curiously, wanting to see how he was going to lure the dragon over.

She had heard the plan the other party had just described; the logic was clear, the instructions were concise, and it sounded quite to her liking.

So she decided to follow the young man's plan, which was at least much more reliable than what Mobert had just said about blindly relying on eye contact.

Arthur gazed at the distant, snow-covered mountains and uttered a name:

"Adam!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire cave suddenly shook, and a crazy and violent aura descended rapidly!

"The King of the North," Julian, has come looking for us!

Behind him, the ascetic Snowman, who had heard the name, glanced at him, and Edwina frowned slightly.

However, she reacted quickly.

As the enormous figure descended from the sky and landed on a massive rock covered in thick ice, about to unleash its dragon breath, Edwina's light blue eyes suddenly turned black, and a viscous liquid, seemingly formed from all the evil thoughts in the hearts of living beings, began to flow within them.

With just a gentle clench of her right hand, "King of the North" Yuri'an let out a painful roar.

The frost dragon's deep blue eyes were filled with confusion and pain, as if it were still immersed in the sudden outburst of madness and savagery!

Even though this has always been its state, being completely detonated still makes it very uncomfortable.

Without a doubt, it is a dragon with very poor emotional control!

After a brief pause, the ice dragon instinctively tried to flap its wings and fly into the sky.

Long Ze'er, who had just run out, was about to speak and issue a commandment, but then he remembered the battle plan he had just heard, so he had to shut his mouth and wait for his companions to make their move.

Just as the ice dragon spread its wings and flapped them to their maximum amplitude, which was when the force on the wings themselves was at its greatest, a gunshot rang out.

The long, specially designed bullet sliced ​​through the air and accurately struck a node at the base of the ice dragon's wing, blasting a gap in the flesh and blood.

And this was precisely when the ice dragon's wings were under the most stress.

As a result, under the stress, a large gash was torn open at the base of the ice dragon's left wing, which was covered by a membrane.

Seeing this, the elf Shatas's eyes lit up, and she immediately flew up surrounded by a whirlwind. Her hair spread out against the laws of nature, each strand sparking and crackling with electricity.

Without hesitation, she drew her bow and nocked an arrow, aiming the arrowhead at the newly appeared wound on the "King of the North's" wing, and firmly pulled back the bowstring.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were gathering and lightning was flashing.

At that moment, Snowman, who had arrived at the cave entrance, spoke to Shatas in a low voice in ancient Hermes: