The Dragon of the Apocalypse

When the next day came, it was said that at least five to six hundred people had left in one night!

Peng! !

In the basement.

There was a loud slapping sound, followed by an angry roar:

That damn attacker attacked us again! And we still haven't found any clues about each other! Tell me! Why is this?

The soldier commander of Aier City, a great warrior with the strength of a level 15 adventurer, smashed the entire wooden table into pieces with one slap.

Snap.

A piece of iron originally placed on the table fell to the ground.

There are also a few lines of words engraved on it.

“Those who offend God will surely be punished by God!

The third catastrophe will begin from here!

mortal! you! Are you ready for death's embrace?

“It’s not like there was no discovery at all.

At least, we know that the other party is attacking us from the sky 20 kilometers above. Maybe we should have some spellcasters on standby in the sky to look for the attacker.

Someone else reminded me softly.

What nonsense are you talking about? Twenty kilometers above the sky, is this a place where ordinary people can stay?

The air there is thin and the weather is extremely cold.

Even the Great Master Nanga might not be able to hold on for an hour or two before he will run out of magic power and fall from the sky! What about other people? If one is not mastered well! I'm afraid I won't fall to death directly!

The commander roared angrily and glared at the person who had just spoken. This guy was a financial official in the city.

...How could it be so terrifying? The attacker has to cast a natural disaster-like spell at such a height. Isn't he afraid that his magic power will be exhausted and he will fall to death?

The other party should have a magical object that allows him to fly.

Even if it is a magical object, none can fly dozens of kilometers in the sky for a long time!

Then...is the attacker a legend?

As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature in the entire basement seemed to drop several degrees, and everyone was speechless for a moment.

They had no idea how to answer the call.

If it was really a legendary level spellcaster and targeted them, it seemed like... they would only die.

But why would Tangtang Legend use such despicable means?

Who is it that offended such a strong man?

Many people once again involuntarily turned their attention to the Irish Viscount and his wife.

The couple was in a very bad state at the moment and looked extremely haggard. Overnight, they, who were only about forty years old, actually grew a lot of gray hair.

Their two children sat beside their parents with gloomy expressions and said nothing.

As if feeling everyone's gaze, the Irish Viscountess turned pale and said angrily:

How many times have I told you! This incident has nothing to do with me or Ireland! What are you looking at?

Have the men who were sent to my father not returned yet?

Madam, we didn't say we had anything to do with you! In addition, according to the schedule, it will take at least three to four days for your father to send someone over.

But IMHO, even so, it is still difficult for us to find the attacker.

Stop making excuses for your incompetence here! Just wait! Wait for the people sent by my father to come over! They will definitely find the damn attacker! Then kill him!

The Viscountess roared in great annoyance.

But the expressions of others were a little indifferent.

Kill the attacker? Killing a near-legendary spellcaster? Only an ignorant person like you would think this way.

They didn't know how to deal with the attacker for a while, but they just told everyone at the same time to concentrate more and shoot down the fireball from a higher place!

At the same time, take follow-up preventive measures.

the next day.

Throughout the city, people are in panic. The number of pedestrians on the streets has significantly decreased. Compared with before, there are at least 89% fewer people. Only a few residents are still on the streets.

The possibility of being attacked at any time hangs over everyone's mind.

All day long, everyone was worried and scared.

Even if there was no attack today, many people left.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day.

None were attacked.

Some pedestrians returned to the street, and they smiled slightly and said hello to each other.

Then they all started to comfort each other and deceived themselves:

The weather is nice today! It looks like another peaceful day.

Hahaha! Who says it's not the case!

Let me see! That attacker had probably been beaten away by the Viscount! Think about it! At that time, even the Great Master Nanga was said to have been dispatched!

Ah! I think so too! No matter how powerful an attacker is, how can he compare with the Viscount who has an army!

Hahaha! That's right! The attacker is gone! We are safe!

When the soldiers nearby heard this, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. The orders they received showed that the attackers had no intention of leaving!

But it is not easy for them to attack these people, because if their dreams are exposed, they may usher in some despair that no one wants to see!

Ten thousand meters above the sky, a great mage in black robes stood tall and glanced around from time to time.

He is the archmage of the Viscountess's father's family, and he came to help the Irish Viscount and his wife.

It's already the second day since I came here.

He and several other archmages have been taking turns on duty at an altitude of 10,000 meters, but so far they have found nothing.

At this moment, his magic power was running low. He frowned and slowly lowered his eyebrows, preparing to take turns with other archmages.

But at this moment, the color of the sky changed. When he looked up, he saw a red fireball falling with a hint of bright yellow!

coming!

The archmage's pupils contracted for a while, and while descending, he fired an ice ball spell and blasted it directly over!

The fireball collided with the ice ball and exploded into countless fire rains, falling towards the ground!

At this time, the casters and hunters on the ground also became nervous. They launched attacks one after another, completely blasting away the pieces of fire rain.

Many of them disappeared completely before they even came to fruition.

Some of the fallen ones were also blocked by some soldiers with some special mud umbrellas.

A disaster was blocked like this!

This caused many residents who were originally hiding to run outside and cheer.

It also stopped some people from wanting to escape.

The soldiers also advised every household at this time, telling these people that the Viscount had invited two archmages from the old count. Together with them, they could completely resist the attacker's attack, and they would be arrested in a short time. So much.

This gave many residents confidence.

And now, in the basement.

The atmosphere was much better than last time.

The Irish Viscount happily praised the two archmages from his natal family, and at the same time encouraged everyone to continue working hard to resist the attack.