Star Forge Titan

"I'm... the bait." Gracie slowly opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a long time.

Of course he knew that this was a very dangerous thing, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that someone had to do it.

"Because I am not aware of the special situation in the Great Wilderness Forest, I accidentally released the true dragon power before. I think those dragon descendants will definitely pay attention to this place within a period of time. When the time comes, you can appear in public again and lure them all out." The Demon King spoke of her plan without any concealment. She has always been very open and aboveboard with her subordinates, even if it is only temporary.

"So, this is actually a toy for dragon babies?" Ivan suddenly spoke up. His words made Afrediya blush and she subconsciously wanted to put away the dragon horn headband.

But she immediately came to her senses and glared at her boyfriend.

"That's right!"

"Why do you carry this with you?" Ivan continued to ask with a puzzled look on his face, but heard Afrediya's explanation with a red face and panting.

"Just in case we accidentally have a baby, this is preparation!"

"What!" Alvin was so shocked that his hair almost stood up.

Then, his face immediately began to turn red and hot.

"Is it because of that?"

"What else?" Afrediya slammed the table, taking the initiative and speaking with confidence.

Then she took out a wrinkled thing that looked like a rag and showed it to Alvin with great interest. Only after careful observation could one barely make out that there were eight holes in it, as well as structures similar to sleeves and trouser legs.

"No wonder..." Alvin hesitated to speak, and the atmosphere between the two people became subtle.

Gracie, who was watching the interaction between the two, couldn't help but want to laugh, but when he thought of a possibility, his expression suddenly froze.

"Huh." The young ranger took a deep breath.

“Please let me join in.”

"Has it been decided?" Aiwen said seriously:

"This is not a joke." Afrediya also put away her smile and became very serious.

"Well, it's okay for me, but when I think about having a child in the future, what if she encounters the same thing?"

The orc of the gray wolf bloodline, who had always behaved mildly, finally showed a ferocious look on his face like a lone wolf.

"Unbearable! Absolutely not allowed!"

Chapter 97: Steady as an Old Dog

"It's so fast."

Listening to the whispers in the tavern, Alvin couldn't help but reveal a slightly sighing expression.

The plan was made in the morning, and in the afternoon, messages related to the 'Horned Dragonborn' began to spread throughout the forest city of Viena.

Originally, he hadn't planned to intervene in the Great Wilderness Forest so quickly. As an outsider, consulting with the local leaders beforehand could save him from unnecessary trouble. Leveraging the power of the local nation would obviously be more efficient than charging in alone to confront the boss... well, if he could actually find a boss to fight, charging directly might be even more efficient.

However, even if you want to fight the BOSS alone, you must at least find the opponent first, right?

If you don't even know where the enemy is, it's like a tiger biting the sky, with nowhere to bite.

But the situation is different now. The special situation in the Great Wilderness Forest and the Dragonborn incident come together. As a newly promoted ancient dragon, Afrediya cannot turn a blind eye to this. Alvin also realizes where he can leverage his strength.

He dared to bet that the radical elements among the Dragonborn were definitely secretly connected with the extreme druid faction. He could use the former to lure out the latter and then solve both problems at once.

So, the two spent half a day weaving a story about a dragon born with mixed blood who grew dragon horns after picking up a secret treasure.

Even for a true dragon, a pair of fully developed dragon horns is a significant achievement. Not only are they innate magical devices that amplify the user's abilities and mobilize the magic power of the environment, but they also signify a high concentration of dragon blood factors and corresponding dragon traits.

In a sense, only dragons with horns can be called true dragons, and dragon horns can almost be regarded as the most prominent symbol of a true dragon.

Although as a natural magical device, if it is broken, it will cause the dragon to suffer heavy damage. However, the horn itself is an extremely dangerous natural weapon, and its strength can be imagined to be exaggerated.

In short, if a dragonborn can grow dragon horns, it means that it has a considerable concentration of dragon blood factor, which also means that it is qualified to further improve its bloodline and even become a true dragon.

Normally, only first-generation or second-generation dragonborn can grow dragon horns.

If a ninth-generation dragonborn grew horns, it would be an anomaly no matter how you looked at it, and would definitely attract plenty of attention. After all, for many dragonborn with limited vision, bloodline was their only source of power.

As expected, Gracie's delicious bait quickly attracted a big fish.

Before that, what Alvin and Afrediya had to do was to ensure that he would not be swallowed by the small fish that appeared in the early stage.

Of course, Mr. Gracie, who volunteered to be the bait, also has a certain ability to resist. He can deal with insects and shrimps on his own, just like what is happening now.

"Ada!!!" The fur-bearing orc, who had a dog-like head but was actually of gray wolf bloodline, let out a shrill cry. He blocked the wooden stick aimed at the back of his head with his left hand, and threw a swift and powerful jab with his right hand.

Druid Combat Faction - Dynamic Flow and Power, Seven Phases of Whirlwind.

The first shot hit the target, and then seven crisp crackling sounds were heard in succession. Several attackers who deliberately disguised themselves as gangsters were all sent flying backwards and hit the wall for a long time without coming down.

The Fur Tribe orcs with the bloodline of large carnivores are naturally strong. Combined with the dynamic flow and power-generating techniques of the combat faction, they can concentrate all their strength in one place. Their power is quite sharp and is truly first-class among low-level transcendents.

"Gracie, you..." Aviva, who had witnessed the entire incident, was speechless for a long time. She had originally been scolding her junior for losing them, but she hadn't expected a group of guys dressed as ordinary thugs to suddenly jump out and attack. The group of guys tacitly held off the rangers one by one, while the remaining half of them rushed towards Gracie.

This was truly surprising, considering the rangers present were all leaders of nearby patrol teams. Not only did they possess extraordinary abilities, but their positions could also be considered equivalent to those of city guard officers in other countries. In other words, a group of thugs were attacking a group of police chiefs gathered for a meeting.

Rebellion against him!

No, no gangster would dare to do such a thing, not to mention that there couldn't be batches of extraordinary people among the gangsters. If you can get the promotion ceremony, why are you still a social idler? You should at least become a gang leader, right?

It's just, extremely abnormal.

At the same time, what surprised Aviva even more was that when faced with the siege of multiple extraordinary people, Gracie not only did not collapse on the spot, but instead burst out with extremely amazing fighting power, and repelled all the opponents in just a few seconds.

This guy is usually so honest, but I didn't expect him to be so capable. It's really eye-opening. So, when did he buy the hat? Was it a gift from a girl?

As a senior, Aviva's mind was in a mess, and he had a very subtle feeling in his heart, as if his own dog was taken away by someone.

While Gracie was daydreaming, he suddenly ducked down, and then people heard a very small sound of breaking through the air coming from far away.

Ding!

The inky black arrow was nailed into the wall, and its tail feathers, which were the same color as the night, were still trembling under the action of inertia, which showed how amazing the power of this arrow was.

But no matter how powerful the arrow was, it was useless if it couldn't hit anyone. Because she dodged in time, the arrow shot from the shadows only managed to take away Gracie's hat, without causing any damage to the head itself. But everyone was stunned in their place, as they saw something appear on Gracie's head.

This fur-bearing beastman, who was born from the gray wolf bloodline, had thick and lush hair on his body, but it could not hide the pair of pointed horns that had sprouted like mushrooms after rain.

"Dragon...horn?" Aviva muttered the term subconsciously, and then he saw more than a dozen arrows flying out from the shadows one after another. It was like a sudden rainstorm, covering a large area around.

"Enemy attack!"

There was only time to sound a warning before many rangers frantically sought cover, and the ordinary citizens watching the excitement around them also broke out in commotion.

But Gracie did not dodge. Instead, he jumped high into the rain of arrows, so that the subsequent arrows would not accidentally hurt passers-by.

Druid Combat Faction - Quiet Flow, Iron Hair.

The thick hair of the Fur Tribe orcs stood up, and under the infusion of magic power, they emitted an exceptionally conspicuous metallic luster.

The rapid-fire rain of arrows, sacrificing some of their power, hit it, but were either deflected or caught, unable to injure the skin and flesh underneath the hair.

Gracie, with a dog-like head and a stupid mind, landed on the ground, slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and then suddenly spun his body like a dog drenched in rain. The arrows hanging on his hair fell to the ground with a clang, but did not cause any actual damage.

However, contrary to his calm appearance, the young ranger felt his heart beating so fast that he almost blurted out what he was saying.

Due to his personality, he has basically never had a serious fight with anyone since he was a child, except for being trained by his grandfather.

Who would have thought that there would be such an exciting rain of deadly arrows...

It’s so scary!!!

Chapter 98: Annihilation Arrow Oath

"call--"

White mist shot out from Gracie's long kiss like arrows, and then she realized that she had clenched her fists too hard, causing her nails to dig into her skin slightly and leave several bloody marks.

The fur-bearing orc of gray wolf bloodline grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt even more excited than when he was running at full speed.

However, the dual flow of movement and stillness that he mastered through long-term training was more skillful than expected, as if the body was instinctively expecting this behavior.

In the past, he was always the one being chased and beaten, but today was the first time he fought back.

I have to admit, this feeling... is refreshing, no, it should be said to be extremely refreshing!

It’s not over yet!

Gracie quickly realized this and her heart began to beat faster.

The fact that those people were knocked down does not mean the end of the raid, otherwise how could so many arrows be shot from the dark.

You should know that in the Great Wild Forest, although there are countless hunters who are good at using bows and arrows, only the masters among the wood elves who have been immersed in the art of bows and arrows for at least a hundred years can make arrows fall like rain with just a bow in a short period of time like this.

If the opponent combines his archery skills with extraordinary abilities, he will become a dangerous secret of the Wood Elves who possesses special extraordinary combat skills - the Seven-String Musician. This means that his bow arm is like a seven-stringed bow that can shoot countless arrows in a short period of time. It also means that the opponent can control the bow and arrow as freely as a musician controls a lyre.

The rumor about the horned dragonborn had only been out for less than a day, and the other party was able to ask such people to take action in such a short period of time. This shows how powerful the radical forces among the dragonborn are.

This has obviously exceeded the capabilities of normal political party factions and must be taken seriously. Yes, a strong blow must be taken.

Feeling the stinging pain that still reached his bone marrow after activating the 'Iron Hair', Gracie's alertness quickly reached the highest level.

The archer in the dark is by no means an ordinary person. If his extraordinary rank matches his archery skills, he should be at least a third-rank archer who has entered the upper realm.

However, the other party may not necessarily use his superior supernatural abilities, as doing so will undoubtedly greatly increase the probability of his identity being exposed.

After all, there are far fewer seven-string musicians who are both archery masters and upper-level transcendents than experienced hunters who are simply archery masters.

Even though they knew this, they still got nervous when the time came. After all, a true seven-string musician even had to dodge his own arrows during battle.

What do you mean?

It means that the arrows shot from the hands of this group of archery masters can draw a complete circle and fly back to their original position in a complex jungle environment!

The sight was as if the arrow itself had come alive and swore loudly that it would make the sharp tip of the flying iron drink blood no matter what.

Gracie remembers that when she was a child, her grandfather said its glorious title with a sigh on his face - the Arrow of Annihilation.

There are countless giant beasts with tenacious vitality in the Great Wild Forest. Even these behemoths will often die suddenly when faced with small arrows that penetrate into their eyeballs, ear holes and other fatal parts.

Thus, even rumors murmured among the dense forests like leaves, telling of the frightening rumor that the music struck by the seven-stringed musician with his bow would bring about a fatal death.

In extreme tension, Gracie finally waited until the other rangers repelled or defeated the enemies who launched the feint attack.

However, the archery master hiding in the shadows did not make any further moves. This made him breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the other party was cautious enough. Perhaps this was just a test, so he had no intention of taking him away by force.

However, after the battle, the look from Senior Aviva made the young ranger feel uneasy. He became speechless again and couldn't utter a complete word for a long time. He no longer had the wild and unruly look that he had shown in the battle just now.

And in a dark corner, hidden from view, a seven-string musician, his figure and face obscured by a hooded cloak, moved swiftly. A light arrow attached to a transparent string shot accurately forward, and then the figure, as if flying, dragged the string along, moving at high speed through three-dimensional space.

However, a tall silhouette suddenly appeared from the shadows, causing the archery master to turn around and stop.

The ambusher who was able to escape his perception and was blocked on the necessary route in advance must be very powerful and should not be underestimated. He might be the high-level druid mentioned in the target's personal intelligence, who has a close relationship with him and is extremely good at ambushes.

Thinking of this, the seven-string musician who was acting in secret did not bother to continue concealing his identity.

Without any hesitation, a hoarse whisper as loud as a crow came out of his mouth.

"Swear to annihilate the enemy."

hum-

At the same time, there was also the beautiful sound of vibrating bowstrings.

The special arrow, which was completely pitch black, was shot out silently, without any sound in the air, as if the sound itself could not catch up with this extremely fast and silent arrow.

Faced with the annihilation arrow that was powerful enough to kill the giant beast in the forest, the stranger who appeared from the shadows seemed indifferent, standing there like an ordinary person who was unable to react in time because the arrow was too fast.

The next moment was so short that there was not even enough time to complete even half a breath.

Like a video being paused, the high-speed, pitch-black arrow suddenly stopped moving without warning. Its own speed was completely reduced to zero before the stranger casually snatched it away, as if plucking an apple.

"!" The seven-string musician's breathing suddenly stopped.

As a bowman with a century of experience, she could calmly accept the inability of her arrows to penetrate the enemy's defenses, and could also calmly deal with arrows being evaded with superb skills. Even for a master archer, that was perfectly normal.

Frankly speaking, no one understands better than immortal beings like elves that there are always stronger people in the world.

But the strange scene before my eyes...

The seven-string musician, whose identity was hidden, felt his heart pounding.

There is not a trace of magical fluctuation or magical brilliance, which basically rules out the possibility of defensive magic.

Trying to recall what had just happened, I only remembered that the other party seemed to glance in the direction where the arrow came from.

The tall stranger who was blocking the road took two steps forward, and the clear moonlight illuminated a young and stern face, which was none other than Alvin Elian himself.