Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

Sometimes the timeline adjusts itself, and some weak blue dragon still arrives.

Moreover, a memorable scene is about to unfold: a mighty dragon is brought down by dwarves with muskets and severely wounded.

Chapter 281 The Weak Dragon and Rhodes's Perverse Pleasures

Beneath the sky of Tarren Mill, the enormous blue dragon was circling low in the air, seemingly drawn by some pure and vast arcane energy below, a feeling that was both familiar and strange.

It is similar to the source of the magic network he guards, yet it carries a unique, warm aura belonging to the sun.

"He seems to be looking for something?" Anvina leaned against the window, gazing curiously at the giant beast in the sky. She sensed that the dragon's gaze seemed to fall on the small house.

“He’s looking for you, Anvina. The Blue Dragonflight prides itself on being the guardians of magic. Your undisguised release of arcane energy is like lighting a lighthouse in the dead of night to them. They just didn’t expect it to be him…” Rhodes said.

The infamous weakling, Kalecgos.

How bizarre is this? The dwarves' firearms in Azeroth are only equivalent to 17th or 18th-century firearms. Even with the addition of some magic, they're still just that.

It's fine for shooting birds, but it's not enough to deal with a dragon that is tens of meters long, has a wingspan of fifty or sixty meters, and has thick scales for defense.

Even among the five dragonflights, it would be a pipe dream for a blue dragon not to be good at close-quarters combat, yet some trash Goth was actually knocked down.

And you were seriously injured, shouldn't you have just been bitten by a mosquito and felt a little itchy? That's normal!

“Him? Rhodes, do you know this blue dragon?” Jaina asked.

“Kalecgos, a… well, a relatively young blue dragon, not very experienced.” Rhodes carefully chose his words, avoiding directly calling it “weakling” or “useless.”

At this moment, the dwarven dragon-hunting party hired by Darkan also spotted Kalecgos in the sky.

The dwarf leader immediately ordered his men to raise their muskets and aim at the dragon in the sky.

"Let's go, guys! We're about to have a big haul! This dragon is ours!" Harku Ironbeard exclaimed excitedly.

Long ago, his father was hunted down by an unknown black dragon. Since then, he has harbored a deep hatred for dragons and formed a dragon-hunting team after he came of age.

They had hunted proto-dragons and black dragons, but today they had finally encountered a decent dragon.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of crisp and loud gunshots broke the tranquility of the field. On a small hill not far away, the dwarven dragon-hunting team hired by Darkan opened fire.

They were not using ordinary lead bullets, but rather magic-piercing bullets that shimmered with arcane light—magical weapons that Darkan had "sponsored" them to ensure absolute safety.

Kalecgos in the sky let out a painful roar; the young blue dragon had never expected anyone to ambush him.

Those specially made projectiles, engraved with anti-magic patterns, easily tore through his relatively fragile dragon wing membranes and burrowed deep beneath the relatively soft scales on his abdomen, damaging the muscles and magic circuits below.

A sharp pain shot through his body like lightning, causing Kalecgos to instantly lose control of his body. His massive frame tumbled and swayed violently in the air, like a shot-struck bird, before plummeting erratically towards a cedar forest on the outskirts of Tarren Mill.

Boom!

A tremendous thud followed, accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds as a blue dragon was shot down.

“He…they really shot him down?!” Fina jumped to her feet, her face filled with absurdity and disbelief.

"A musket? A giant dragon? This...this is a joke played by the Holy Light!"

Jaina's expression was also very strange: "Even with a magic-breaking weapon, to inflict such an effective blow on a fully grown blue dragon... unless the attack is launched when the dragon is completely unprepared, or... the dragon itself is somewhat... careless and underestimates its opponent." She chose a more euphemistic way of putting it; simply put, even a weakling shouldn't have done that.

"Hahaha, is this blue dragon an idiot? I reckon it'll be down in no time with just one lightning bolt!" Anvina said, covering her mouth and laughing heartily.

This is absolutely hilarious! Is this really a dragon on par with her father, Krasus?

“That’s why I said he’s not very experienced. Let’s go check on this unlucky blue dragon. After all, he’s from the Five-Colored Dragon Legion. We can’t let him just die like this,” Rhodes said with a shrug.

Little girl, what are you laughing at? If I hadn't shown up, you might still be eyeing this guy! The title of the weakest dragon is no joke.

The four set off quickly and soon arrived at a swamp. With the help of the magic of the Emperor of Clairvoyance, Rhodes was able to pinpoint the location of Kalecgos's plane crash.

Upon arriving at their destination, Rhodes deliberately stepped on Kalecgos's head, which was lying in the water, causing the already injured blue dragon to thrash about in the water.

"Rhodes, you...you seem to have stepped on something." Jaina reminded him, slightly embarrassed. For some reason, she had a feeling that Rhodes harbored a lot of malice towards this blue dragon.

"Really? I felt a little itchy under my feet just now." Rhodes said, his other foot already stepping on Kalecgos's hand.

"Move your foot away! You're going to stomp this thing to death," Jaina said, somewhat exasperated.

Rhodes smiled and nodded, then lifted Kalecgos, who was soaking in the water, out of the water.

Kalecgos, who had been lifted up by Rhodes, was panting heavily. He had sensed the magical energy while flying in the sky, only to be inexplicably ambushed.

Then, inexplicably, he fell into the water, and then a large foot stepped on his head and hands, waking him up from his unconscious state.

"Cough! Cough!" Kalecgos coughed violently, spitting out mouthfuls of muddy water. He could no longer maintain his dragon form and transformed into a handsome but disheveled high elf with blue hair, clutching his abdomen where blood was seeping out and staining his blue robes red.

"Come on, brother, you're too useless. Are you really a dragon? Or a member of the Blue Dragonflight? You got shot down by a bunch of dwarves with muskets. You're something else." Rhode immediately switched to taunting mode.

A blush of shame rose on Kalecgos's pale face: "I, I was careless... those dwarves used specially made anti-magic bullets, and all my attention was on..." He glanced at Anveena again, "... sensing that strange source of magic."

Kalecgos looked weakly at the four people in front of him, his gaze lingering for a moment on Anveena, who emanated an arcane aura that made him feel both comfortable and uneasy.

These people looked like ordinary adventurers, along with a mage, a paladin, and a girl whose magic was unfathomable even to themselves.

“Strange? Are you talking about me? What do you find strange about me?” Anvina asked.

Kalecgos opened his mouth, unsure of what to say. Should he tell the girl that he sensed a terrifying source of magic?

How could this be? Kalecgos couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Anveena for the first time—a living, humanoid source of magic.

"Who are you?" Kalecgos tried to change the subject; he was seriously injured, which was not a good situation.

"The one who saved you." Rhodes released his grip, letting Kalecgos slump to the ground.

"Although I think you need to work on your brain more, it's quite something that a blue dragon could be shot down by a dwarf's musket."

“Thank you for saving me, but we’d better get out of here quickly. The dwarves who attacked me are likely to come after us,” Kalecgos said.

"Come on, buddy, you're actually afraid of a bunch of dwarves? Putting aside the dragons' terrifying melee combat abilities, even if you were injured, you could easily take them down with a couple of spells," Rhodes said, shaking his head.

“I…” Kalecgos was speechless after being rebuked by Rhodes, his cheeks flushed with shame and a little anger.

“Those anti-magic bullets interfered with my magic circuits, and now I… am having difficulty casting spells.”

Rhodes nodded upon hearing this. No wonder in the comics, when Kalecgos encountered an enemy, he actually picked up a sword to fight. Why would a mage like you engage in melee combat?

Unlike me, you don't practice both magic and martial arts. Even so, I don't often engage in close combat unless I have an absolute advantage. Casting spells from a distance is the best strategy.

"I can tell you're just a novice, a typical theorist with zero practical experience. You can get ambushed, and you can't even handle your own emergency response after being hit," Rhodes said.

“If you don’t leave now, it will be too late. Those dwarven dragon hunters are not to be trifled with,” Kalecgos said.

Why is this human so hostile towards me? Even though the other party saved me, Kalecgos could feel the malice. Humiliating me in front of a group of ladies, what kind of twisted sense of humor is that?

“Let me help you, and let me see how strong you are in combat. Those dwarves are coming soon.” Rhodes’ palm glowed with a gentle green light as he placed it on Kalecgos’s wound.

With the level 1 Heroes of Might and Magic healing spell, Rhodes' current mana was enough to restore over 200 health points, instantly bringing the little blue dragon back from critically injured to normal.

As pure natural life energy surged in, Kalecgos felt a cool and soothing sensation dispel the burning pain, and the bleeding from the wound visibly slowed down, even beginning to heal slowly.

He looked at Rhodes in surprise. This man, who looked like a warrior, actually possessed such advanced healing magic.

Just then, the dwarves' rough shouts and chaotic footsteps came from afar, along with the faint metallic clanging of muskets being cocked.

“See, I said dwarves and they came. They can move and they stand up on their own. Do I have to teach them how to fight? Let me see what you’re capable of,” Rhodes said, sitting to the side.

If I remember correctly, this dragon-hunting team even included orcs.

Chapter 282 The Dwarves and Orcs of Blackrock Mountain, Kalecgos = The Shame of the Dragonflight

Almost simultaneously, the orcs' rough roars and heavy footsteps rapidly approached, breaking the tranquility of the swamp. The first to appear was a tall orc warrior, standing two meters tall and carrying a huge double-edged axe.

Beside him were two men who weren't very strong, but had obvious orc features. These guys were also orcs, but they were the kind who were naturally thin and could only do hard labor.

These guys have no status in the orc community and can only do the dirtiest and hardest work. However, even so, they are physically stronger than ordinary human soldiers. After leaving the orc tribe, they will choose a powerful warrior to follow.

The dwarf Hark' Ironbeard, who was in the lead, was holding a large hunting rifle. There were several other dwarves and goblins around him, and his men behind him—including several huge, dark-skinned ogres—also raised their weapons and surrounded Rhodes and his party, along with Kalecgos, who had just gotten up.

This is a typical adventurer team of a dozen or so people, including hunters, warriors, and thieves. Unlike the settings in the game, magic-based professions are quite rare. There are usually no mages or priests in adventurer groups, let alone warlocks.

"Haha! Looks like I'm in luck today. Not only did I pick up a blue dragon, but I also got a few clueless humans and elves as a bonus!" said the orc standing next to Harkur.

This group of people doesn't belong to the Horde or the Alliance. They'll do anything for money or any benefit. The combination of orcs and dwarves seems strange, but they come from Blackrock Mountain. Currently, the relationship between the Blackrock Mountain orcs and Dark Iron dwarves is quite good.

(Some theories suggest that this dwarf is actually a Dark Iron dwarf, and that these orcs also come from Blackrock Mountain, which is why they were able to come together. However, they are all cannon fodder, so we won't delve into that. The author simply set him up as coming from Blackrock Mountain.)

Kalecgos's face paled, and he instinctively wanted to back away, but Rhodes stopped him with a look. "Are you kidding me? You're scared of just this bunch?"

What's there to be afraid of with these worthless fodder? They're just Dark Iron, dwarves, Blackrock orcs, a few trolls, and ogres.

Anvina, Jaina, and Fina arrived at her side in perfect unison, even finding a seat and sitting down with expressions of anticipation.

"Please, sir, you didn't save me just so you could watch a gladiatorial match? Watch me fight these dwarves, orcs, and trolls?" Kalecgos said, his eye twitching.

"These guys are just a bunch of mercenaries. Judging from their skin color, they should be from the Dark Iron Dwarf Clan and the Blackrock Mountain tribes, so it doesn't matter if we kill them all."

"Show me your power, Mr. Dragon, otherwise, you'll have a hard time navigating Azeroth with your current strength. I think you should return to the Nexus and find someone stronger to replace you," Rhodes said with a playful expression.

Kalecgos is quite powerful in the Sunrise dungeon, even though he's being manipulated. If you can't even handle these adventurers, you might as well just kill yourself.

"Please don't humiliate my husband. Thank you for your treatment. I'll deal with these guys myself; you just need to keep an eye on things from the sidelines." Kalecgos was also somewhat annoyed. (For some reason, I keep typing "dogs" instead of "dogs" when using voice input; I think it's some kind of system mischief.)

Rhodes smiled slightly, then snapped his fingers, and a golden light barrier enveloped the four of them. Within this holy light barrier, they were absolutely safe.

At least these few worthless scoundrels are definitely not qualified to break through my defenses.

Almost the instant the light barrier took shape, the Black Iron Dwarves' muskets roared once more!

boom! boom! boom!

The specially crafted anti-magic bullets struck the barrier of holy light, creating ripples, but they were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, unable to penetrate even a fraction. The arcane energy attached to the bullets was neutralized and purified the moment they came into contact with the pure holy light.

"What!" Harku's eyes widened in disbelief. His anti-magic bullets could even tear through dragon scales, yet they were blocked by a light shield casually set up by a seemingly frail warrior?

"Please, sir, you need to choose your opponent first. That blue-haired guy over there is the dragon you're looking for."

"Don't choose your opponent too carefully, or you might get killed in an instant. I'm not kidding." Rhodes said with a smile.

I only need one magic arrow to wipe you all out.

Kalecgos took a deep breath. Facing the surging enemy, a resolute look and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes. Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a dragon.

Being so scorned by Rhodes and pushed to such a predicament by this bunch of "worthless trash," the pride of the Blue Dragon Legion was finally ignited.

Although the magic circuits are still somewhat sluggish, the dragons' powerful physiques and innate arcane affinity are still not something that mortals can easily challenge.