Equipment Printing School Mage
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Greenwalt circled in the sky with some confusion, then realized the problem.
Whether it is an elemental riot or a natural disaster, it is enough to completely destroy a wilderness.
And below him, the wilderness was still intact, not even a broken tree could be seen.
Greenwalt's eyelids twitched.
Wind Amber was said to be able to create some kind of magical artifact capable of producing hallucinations. However, these artifacts were all ancient artifacts left over from the Second Abeir War, several times older than he was. The remaining old artifacts were both in awe of the glory of that world war and nostalgic for the wondrous magical artifacts that emerged during the Star Wars. A dragon like Greenwalt, barely two hundred years old, would never have the chance to see one.
If such a miracle really existed, maybe it would be like this now?
The giant dragon bared its fangs, and in just a few seconds its huge body turned into countless thunders that scattered in the air, and then took shape again on the ground.
Purple lightning spun rapidly across the ground, swiftly and silently transforming into a dragon form. However, the purple lightning's speed didn't diminish as it transformed into a dragon form, retaining its astonishing swiftness. Greenwalt's claws stabbed into the ground, and with this speed, he practically flung the massive dragon form forward. The red dragon's long tail instantly transformed into a terrifying whip, unleashing its full force of lightning in this single strike.
The attack created a crackling electric grid, and purple lightning instantly engulfed the surrounding space, even obscuring Greenwalt's own vision for a time.
call……
Greenwalt gasped softly.
Purple electric sparks appeared again on his scaly claws.
And this attack he made just for insurance also demonstrated its extremely powerful effect.
As he descended, the scenery around him looked like a perfectly ordinary wilderness of sparse woods. But as he struck, amidst the roar of thunder, the previously flawless landscape began to drastically change.
The lifelike mountains and forests suddenly turned into specks of black dust, which fell from the sky in small drops.
At this moment, the true scene around him came into Greenwater's eyes.
Greenwalt had already entered combat mode, but when he saw the scene of Haligard, he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.
Countless rocks were piled up to form towers that reached the sky. Even he could not see the top of the towers from afar when they were standing high.
Just by taking a casual look, he could see nearly a thousand tall towers.
This was a scene beyond the imagination of the dragon's brain.
He couldn't understand.
The Lantan people and the Maztec continent from another world have naturally been the most popular attractions in the Fritia Alliance in the past hundred years. Countless dragons want to see the customs of another world.
The scenery of Lantan and Maztec is completely different, even more so than that of Toril and Abeir.
And now, Greenwalt knows...
"...Can a city be built like this?"
he murmured.
But then, the restlessness engraved in his blood prevented him from continuing to indulge in the splendor of the new world, and allowed him to capture the creature beneath him.
There are no slaves working.
This is the unified name used by the Abel dragons to refer to outsiders.
Both godslayers and followers agree on one thing: only dragons are qualified to be citizens of Abel.
The only ones left were the slaves who were working and the slaves who had escaped from work.
Greenwalt's eyeballs moved slightly, and the sparks on the scales and claws on his body became extremely vigorous.
It was a trick, an ambush, and an opportunity.
Beside him, there were two small weeds wearing metal and holding metal.
And a little further away, there were more weeds that weren't even pierced by metal.
These weeds were actually quite new in Abel—they called themselves humans. And before the Breath of Change brought the Maztecs and Lantan, there were no humans in Abel.
However, it really doesn't matter to the dragon what species these weeds are.
But, that little weed in metal is still riding on a horse! What's the point?
There was a weed that was slightly larger, but it couldn't compare to the dragon - and it was obvious that it had no protection at all.
Seeing this scene, Greenwalt wanted to laugh!
The metal bars in their hands were not even as long as his claws!
Moreover, one thing was already very clear—these new slaves knew nothing about elemental magic.
They claimed that in Toril, they knew something called magic, but Grinwalt didn't believe it at all.
They are simply primitive people without any elemental influence.
And the weed on horseback even dared to spur his horse to chop off his claws!
Greenwalt sneered as he suddenly transformed into an element with the attitude of a cat catching a mouse, then suddenly rushed back dozens of meters, taking a little time to sense.
Sure enough.
The city had almost no elemental reaction.
The tall blue-haired weed and the short silver-haired weed have some.
But, too stable.
The two of them didn't seem to be affected by the earth element. The subtle heat in their bodies was similar to the fire element.
But, it's too stable.
In Abel, the more obvious the element's characteristics are, the stronger its power is.
The leader of the Alliance, Dragon King Kearney, is a rock-gold dragon. It's said he can extract metal from the earth and attach it to his body. This dragon is thousands of meters long, and even a slight step can cause the earth to shake.
The fire element in these two weeds is so stable, which means there is no need to worry at all.
Without elements, isn't it just hand-to-hand combat?
With this in mind, Greenwalt once again soared into the sky, dodging the metal weed's blow once more. Using the lightning-powered maneuverability, he circled freely in the air and spoke in a clumsy Common tongue, "...Slaves! Submit to me now and present all your most distinctive local specialties. I will follow the Frame family motto and turn you into fruit trees that yield an annual harvest!"
"Otherwise, I will reduce your settlement to ash with a single breath - and if I can't have it, you won't be able to keep it!"
Only then did he realize that, apart from the weed on horseback that had been chasing him, the rest of the weeds in cloth robes had been whispering something incomprehensible.
Strange. Even the charlatans of the Holy Elemental Church rely on minions, elemental magic, and breath to fight.
Yeah.
Greenwalt gave a sinister smile.
To quickly harvest slaves, one must always establish authority.
The most effective way to establish authority is to crack down on those who dare to stand out.
Under him, the horse under the weeds actually spread its wings and rushed towards him at a very good speed.
At this speed, even a young dragon that is not an air element might not be able to shake it off.
Unfortunately, Greenwalt is a giant air elemental dragon!
Greenwalt flew alongside the Pegasus, his agility incommensurate with his massive frame, accompanied by lightning. No matter how hard the weeds attacked, the metal bar always fell short of the last bit.
This is a huge gap in mobility.
Whether in terms of speed or agility, the air elemental dragon in the sky far surpasses the ordinary Pegasus.
The distance between him and Pegasus is entirely determined by Greenwalt alone - he can get closer when he wants to, or farther away when he wants to, and mortals can only accept the result!
At this moment, he was astonished to see that after the fifth attack failed, the weed finally stopped attacking with trembling hands and began to chant instead.
But this is not the end. The red-haired weed on the ground suddenly stretched out its hand and gently pointed in front of Greenwalt's eyes.
A huge golden ball of light instantly appeared right in front of Greenwalt's eyes, and a light far brighter than the sun poured out endlessly from the ball of light.
Greenwalt closed his eyes in great horror, but at this moment, he saw the Weed riding the Pegasus and his mount enter a door that appeared out of thin air and disappear.
The next second, he was suddenly attacked in the middle of his spine.
It was an incomprehensible attack.
The wound on him was obviously very small, and it seemed that he was just stabbed by a metal bar.
However, from that tiny wound emanated an unimaginably terrifying force—he practically thought an old earth dragon had delivered a powerful tail strike to his spine! How could a tiny blade of grass possibly possess such terrifying power?
Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if some subtle force seeped into the tiny wound.
Then, it suddenly exploded at the wound.
The excruciating pain made Greenwalt scream miserably, and his originally slender and stretched dragon body convulsed violently. The electric sparks from the Thunder Red Dragon's body subconsciously burst out violently towards the wound. This was no less than a blow from the Blue Dragon's breath, and the weeds standing behind him couldn't help but growl.
As Greenwalt struggled, he unknowingly got too close to the ground.
"——Monster Immobilization Technique!" In a flash, several indescribable waves bombarded him, depriving his body of the last ability to move and causing him to fall to the ground with a bang.
The last words heard from the dragon, which had completely lost its ability to move, were: "Teacher! How long will your memory manipulation last? Abel's common sense depends on this red dragon!"
Thirty-three: Infiltrating
The battle was over, and it was over quickly.
However, that doesn't mean the battle isn't dangerous.
The red dragon's mobility and aggressiveness far exceeded their expectations.
They originally thought that even with all the mutations in its body, dragon breath should still be the main weapon of the Abel Red Dragon. Therefore, during the most critical time, they all tried their best to strengthen their protection against fire.
However, the combination of elements and dragons still exceeded their imagination.
The dragon's reflexive attack was so hasty that it relied entirely on its scales, claws, and lightning. It didn't even have time to breathe once from beginning to end.
However, the lightning he created really made everyone present still feel scared.
Completely different fighting styles. Abeir's dragons and Toril's dragons are simply not the same creatures.
Breath is one of the most powerful weapons of a Toril dragon. Against stronger foes, it might even be its only weapon. Despite their enormous size, a dragon's melee ability isn't invincible. Giants can rely on their physical strength to withstand the dragon's attacks.
The Abelian dragons may not be as skilled at spellcasting as their Toril counterparts, but their close combat prowess is clearly far superior!
The giant dragon fell to the ground with a thud, and Metatron's enchantment spell immediately struck the Thunder Red Dragon. The red dragon, whose eyes were still trembling slightly, rolled back and completely fainted.
This powerful nine-ring spell can be said to be the ultimate answer to interrogation - it can directly plunder all the memories of the target and tamper with them without restriction, completely changing the opponent's character and personality beyond recognition.
The truth about Abel will soon be revealed to them.
However, Emilia shouted to the sky first: "Mars! How are you doing?"
[…Not dead yet.] The paladin's voice sounded incredibly weak even through the telepathic connection. [Goddess of Magic, is Abel's dragon a hedgehog?… Hitting his blind spot and vital points, it surprisingly spewed elemental torrents into the wound…]
Not just from the wound.
From what we've seen so far, it seems Abel's dragon might be able to concentrate elemental power from various parts of its body!
The Pegasus had already disappeared, and the Holy Knight fell almost vertically to the ground. If the Feather Fall Technique had not been cast in time, the Holy Knight who almost killed the dragon with his own hands would have been scattered all over the ground.
Mars landed on the ground, his body covered in scorch marks, and he nearly fell to his knees. He staggered, but gritted his teeth and reached out to block the approaching Elaster. "...I used elemental absorption just in time, so the injury wasn't that severe. I can heal myself."
Despite being turned away, Alestria didn't get angry. She just smiled and said, "You'd better get healed quickly. If the next dragon arrives soon, you'll just have to recuperate on the ground while I ride Phantom Pony to slay the dragon."
"……All right."
After confirming that the Secret Fire Knight was not seriously injured, the others exclaimed in admiration, and then couldn't help but look towards a more important place.
What is the world like outside Mount Talas?
Is their disguise justifiable enough? Was the previous eighty years of peace and stability a false illusion?
Soon, Metatron raised his head: "...Friends. I have bad news for you."
"In Abel, every dragon has varying degrees of elemental reaction. On the way to Haligad, we once rescued a baby that had already started generating high temperatures in the womb. And this isn't even a sign of talent among Abel's dragons—the intensity of the signs it creates is too weak."
"Air, fire, earth, water... these elements manifest themselves in every dragon, creating dozens of new subspecies on Abel. Therefore, there's no distinction between metallic dragons and multicolored dragons on Abel. Each dragon has its own way of utilizing these elements, making unified responses difficult. Conversely, they lack the innate ability to cast spells."
In short, the dragons of Abel are a true fighting race.
After briefly explaining Abel's condition, Metatron raised his head and said, "...And there is good news."
"Emya and Lantan did come to Abel. However, their luck was much worse than Halrua's. Born in a land surrounded by dragons, they fought hard but were ultimately defeated. They have been subjugated for decades now. And the target of their surrender happened to be Mr. Greenwater's father, the Frost Red Dragon Ashe Frame."
"And Mr. Ashe Frame is quite famous in the Fritia Alliance and is one of the most prestigious diplomats in the alliance."
"If we leave Mr. Greenwalt Frame here, it could lead to a series of unforeseen consequences—but what is certain is that the conflict around Halrua will intensify, and every town in Halrua will be at risk of being exposed in the coming years."
time.
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