My family runs an adventurer's guild.

As Bai Long arrived, the kobold soldiers in Cold Harbor Town, who had just mustered a little fighting spirit, were immediately frightened into lying down again.

As for the human soldiers in the town... well, they used to be the gnolls' primary targets, but now only a few are left.

Moreover, even if the garrison was at its best with full equipment, without anti-aircraft towers, magic cannons, and magic crossbows, they were helpless against the white dragon flying in from the sky... Everyone's eyes shifted and all focused on the silver dragon, Lulutia, who was also soaring in the air.

As a result, Ms. Lulutia, the guild leader of the Adventurers' Guild in Totoro Town, suddenly felt immense pressure.

—When she swept through the gnolls in mid-air before, she was just wantonly trampling on the weak, no different from a human child stepping on ants.

But now we have to face a white dragon... that's a real life-or-death struggle!

"...Uh, why are you all looking at me like that? You actually want to subject a lady to violence and abuse? Where has your gentlemanly manners gone?"

"...My dear mistress, although I know you've always been lazy and cowardly, please don't be too cowardly, okay?"

Phil rolled her eyes and, revealing her secret to the mistress, said, "...You can't even beat such a small white dragon?"

—Although he knew very well that his mistress wasn't good at fighting, and if she really encountered a powerful wild dragon, she would probably either be knocked unconscious and dragged back to lay eggs, or turn into roasted dragon steaks on the spot. But… this little white dragon in front of him didn't seem to deserve the word "powerful" at all!

It should be noted that the silver dragon's talents were originally much stronger than the white dragon's, and its size was also much larger.

Moreover, this white dragon in front of us probably didn't have enough to eat in the western wilderness, so it was obviously underdeveloped. Its body was much smaller than that of a normal white dragon, and its scales seemed to be dull and lifeless due to malnutrition.

On the other side, the silver dragon, Lulutia, had been pampered and idle for many years, so she was naturally plump and her scales were shiny. Therefore, at this moment, her size was six times that of the white dragon opposite her: basically the ratio of a human to a dog.

Not to mention the various attack magic that Lulutia has mastered... If we still can't beat her, it seems a bit unreasonable, right?

In fact, she had no time to hesitate or back down at this moment: after looking around at the chaotic battlefield, the white dragon immediately judged who was the biggest threat to it, and after a long roar, it spread its wings and pounced on the silver dragon lady!

The silver dragon, Lulutia, had no choice but to roar and face the attack head-on.

—Dragon breath, dragon claws tearing, dragon tail lashing, dragon language magic being unleashed indiscriminately as if it were free... The silver dragon and the white dragon raced through the night, maneuvering and fighting each other, as if performing a dangerous ballroom dance in the air.

Two equally chilling dragon breaths collided in the wind, scattering icicles and snow powder.

However, just as Phil had initially predicted, the six-fold size difference between the two dragons was something that experience and courage could not overcome. Although the white dragon, which lived in the wilderness, was far more skilled in combat than Lulutia, it was always able to launch accurate attacks with its claws and dragon breath.

The problem was, its dragon breath couldn't harm the silver dragon's obese body at all, its claws couldn't tear through her sturdy scales and protective spells, and as for dragon language magic… this white dragon seemed completely clueless about it, getting utterly beaten down. Unfortunately, Lulutia's dragon language magic was terrible at aiming; nine out of ten shots missed, otherwise this skinny white dragon would have been riddled with holes long ago.

Even so, the white dragon's body gradually became covered in wounds, scorched by acid splatter and fireballs. Fortunately, the dragon race's inherently strong magic resistance limited the damage these spells inflicted on it, preventing it from suffering fatal injuries.

However, seeing that the white dragon wasn't actually that difficult to deal with, Lulutia's courage quickly grew. She finally stopped avoiding close combat and instead leaped above the white dragon, then folded her wings, bracing herself against the icy breath spewing from its mouth, and plopped down on it!

The next moment, accompanied by the white dragon's mournful cry, the two dragons, entangled together, crashed to the ground with a thud, and the crisp sound of bones shattering could be faintly heard.

A moment later, Miss Silver Dragon Lulutia stood up, looking radiant—thanks to the unfortunate white dragon acting as a cushion, she seemed completely unharmed.

She continued to bounce around on the white dragon a few more times, until she had trampled the small opponent into a shape that was no longer recognizable as a dragon. Then, she happily raised her neck, lifted her wings, struck a pose, and let out a burst of excited laughter, "...Yay! First kill record achieved! Oh ho ho ho ho!"

On the rooftop of the city hall not far away, Phil, Tony, and T'Challa sat side by side, watching this scene with bewildered expressions.

What kind of move is this? A giant fat orange falling from the sky? Uh, or rather, a giant fat dragon falling from the sky?

Well, although this move was anything but ladylike, and even shameless, it still managed to defeat the White Dragon.

Well, or rather, it was flattened with a single blow.

As Phile thought this, she jumped off the roof, ready to go over and flatter the mistress... but at that moment, something unexpected happened!

—Another, even larger white dragon suddenly pierced through the thick clouds at that moment, swooping down at an astonishing speed that was completely unscientific. It hit Lulutia, who was still posing, with such accuracy that it knocked the slow-reacting silver dragon away!

At the same time, the third white dragon, like a Stuka bomber, swooped down from the clouds overhead, spewing its chilling breath at the ground. The unfortunate Black Panther T'Challa was struck by the breath, instantly covered in ice, turning into a Black Panther-brand popsicle…

However, Tony Stark, now fully armed, easily raised a shield to block the dragon's breath, and showed an excited expression:

"...Meow...It's finally my turn to shine again! This time, I'll get to try my hand at slaying a dragon, meow!"

Chapter 257, Wilderness Meow Guest (Part 1)

After finally managing to flatten a small white dragon with the help of a "fat dragon falling from the sky," two more large white dragons suddenly appeared.

Moreover, one of the great white dragons shamelessly launched a sneak attack from behind...

—At the moment she was knocked away by the great white dragon, Miss Silver Dragon Lulutia was almost devastated.

The momentum of a dragon swooping down from the sky is no less than that of a train. Caught off guard, the silver dragon, Lulutia, who was still posing, was immediately knocked away for half a mile. When she landed, she smashed down a large number of trees and plowed a deep trench in the ground.

As she struggled to her feet, panting, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if several ribs were broken. The condition of her wings was also not good; they drooped limply at her sides, and she probably wouldn't be able to fly again anytime soon.

Looking back, they saw that the gnolls who had attacked Cold Harbor Town earlier had not taken the opportunity to fight back, but had mostly scattered. Out of their animal instincts, they could sense that if they continued to get involved in this battle between dragons, they would probably be reduced to dust, so it was better to escape first.

The kobolds guarding the town were so frightened that they all lay prostrate on the ground—after all, they were creatures that had no resistance against dragons.

A third, larger white dragon was circling above the town, wildly spewing icy dragon breath down, freezing humans, kobolds, and even gnolls attacking the town into solid ice sculptures...

Among all intelligent dragons, white dragons are the smallest and least intelligent. Most white dragons are simply predators driven by appetite, like wild beasts. They are fierce in battle but simple-minded, unlike the other intelligent dragons.

Therefore, getting them to distinguish prey from friendly forces on a chaotic battlefield is almost an impossible task.

Of course, at this point, Miss Silver Dragon Lulutia simply didn't have the energy to care about anyone else.

Because the great white dragon that had just swooped down and knocked her away had circled once more, then folded its wings, landed firmly, and, to Miss Lulutia's horrified gaze, strode toward her!

Besides cruelty and tyranny, those bloodthirsty red eyes seemed to also harbor another kind of malicious desire...

She suddenly remembered that when a male white dragon met a female dragon that he liked, he would usually just slap her unconscious, grab her, and ride her!

Oh no, I'd rather die in battle, even by suicide, than be knocked unconscious by these lowly dragons and dragged back to their filthy cave to lay eggs!

Desperate to escape the fate of being knocked unconscious by the white dragon and dragged back to lay eggs, Miss Silver Dragon suddenly unleashed an extremely strong will to survive.

Because she was severely injured in her dragon form, making movement difficult and rendering her incapable of melee combat, she became an ideal target. Therefore, in a desperate situation, Lulutia first transformed into human form to reduce her size, then took out a bunch of scrolls from her spatial ring, preparing to fight the white dragon using only magic—but actually, she was also planning to use teleportation to escape if she truly couldn't win…

However, before Miss Lulutia could tear open the scroll containing the enhanced fireball spell, a small figure had already flown in front of her and raised a forepaw at the charging white dragon, "...Super Giant Palm! Triple Enhancement! Fire!"

The next instant, the white dragon seemed to be slapped hard by an invisible giant hand, its body immediately froze, and it fell down with a scream.

Only then did Tony Garfield Big Techbad Stark, dressed in his Iron Cat suit, turn around and say with a flourish, "...Leave everything to me, Miss Lulutia. The beautiful lady has already fought a bloody battle; how can a gentleman stand idly by?"

—As a guy who loves to show off and has an extremely strong sense of vanity, Tony never backs down in battle as long as he has the upper hand.

He hadn't immediately stepped in to show off because he lacked a real understanding of the dragons' combat strength and fighting style, and he was also worried about whether the enemy had any backup plans, so he observed for a while. But seeing that these white dragons were nothing special, he naturally rushed in to spout nonsense and show off.

Unfortunately, his witty remarks didn't earn him any goodwill; instead, they elicited another scream from Miss Silver Dragon:

"...Watch out! That white dragon is charging this way again! Get out of the way!"

Tony, feeling annoyed at being slapped, turned around and saw that the white dragon, who had just been slapped, had indeed stood up unsteadily, glaring angrily and baring its teeth as it charged at him. "...What a nuisance, so persistent! [Dissociation]!"

The next moment, a beam of green light shot out from the hand cannon of the Iron Cat Warrior suit, making Miss Silver Dragon stare blankly.

Dragon God above! This cat actually used a disintegration spell on a dragon? And it stood right in front of the dragon without moving while casting the spell?

Has this cat gone mad?

Although in battles between human mages, the Disintegration spell, which can reduce everything to ashes, is indeed a deadly move that can decide the outcome of a battle in one strike.

However, as extraordinary creatures at the top of the food chain, dragons have a high immunity rate to any attack magic, and Disintegration is no exception.

What are the odds of disintegrating a dragon with a single Disintegration spell? Less than one in a thousand, right?

However... the disintegration spell fired from the Iron Cat Warrior suit seemed to be different from ordinary disintegration spells. The magical green light did not disappear in a flash, but instead resembled a mini searchlight, continuously shining a green beam of light, and always accurately illuminating the white dragon's body.

The white dragon, which had been continuously exposed to the disintegration spell, went from initial disdain to surprise and fear. It then turned to try and escape—but it was too late. The next moment, the white dragon vanished into nothingness, leaving not a trace behind.

Seeing this unbelievable scene, Miss Silver Dragon blinked, "...You, how did you do that?"

"...Ah, it's simple. I just overloaded the arc reactor instantly and fired ten thousand [Disintegration Spells] at it in succession—with so much magic poured out, no matter how tough this white dragon is, it should be able to burn to smoke, right?"

Tony said casually, while touching the slightly hot magical version of the Ark reactor on his battle suit—a man carrying a Three Gorges Dam on his back and two more Three Gorges Dams in his bag, wasting "ammunition" with such carefree and extravagant style!

This kind of super-rich tactic of using ten thousand spells to kill one enemy is so impressive, you can't help but admire it.

Chapter 258, The Great Meow Guest in the Wilderness (Part 2)

At the same time, seeing its companions on the ground instantly die without a trace, the other great white dragon flying in the sky was greatly surprised and terrified. It finally stopped spewing dragon breath to create ice sculptures on Cold Harbor Town, and instead spread its wings to climb higher, trying to turn around and escape.

However, Iron Cat Man clearly had no intention of letting it go—Tony on the ground first raised his hand, used gestures to estimate the distance of the opponent, and found that the white dragon had already flown out of its maximum range, so he activated the special ability that the God of Travel had previously bestowed upon him: [Flash]!

The next moment, his figure appeared above the head of the last great white dragon, and then countless green lights of disintegration spells were slammed down on him!

Immediately afterwards, the great white dragon let out a mournful cry, then exploded in mid-air into the night, instantly vanishing...

And so, the three white dragons that had come with such force were destroyed one after another—these homebody creatures, who ate and slept all day, came to Cold Harbor Town in a daze because they coveted the promises that the elf spies might not keep, and were then left there forever.

The gnoll bandits, hired and bribed by the elves, also fled in disarray.

—What else can we do if we don't run away? Bai Long has been beaten to a pulp, his bones are not that hard!

After less than an hour of fierce fighting, the Battle of Cold Harbor Town ended in victory for the Golden Dragon Kingdom.

However, the losses suffered by Cold Harbor were still extremely heavy—just two months ago, the town had been completely burned and annihilated. Now, the dozen or so houses that had been painstakingly repaired were mostly destroyed again. Of the original twenty-odd human soldiers and more than one hundred kobold soldiers stationed there, after the battle, only about thirty combat-capable individuals remained, along with a dozen or so severely wounded who were barely alive.

Moreover, the more than three hundred slaves who were driven to undertake the town's reconstruction project either died or escaped during the battle—such a huge financial loss is beyond the capacity of the local authorities to cover. His Majesty the Dragon King's finance minister must be racking his brains again over scraping together the funds for the project.

Of course, as a temporary visitor and the great hero who saved Cold Harbor, Tony Garfield Big Tech Stark only needs to enjoy the cheers of victory and doesn't need to worry about these troublesome matters.

After the battle, his first concern was for the black panther, who had been frozen solid by the white dragon's breath. Well, Tony didn't know what kind of black panther he was at this point, but he was still a travel companion on the journey and the crown prince of a small African country. If something happened to him, it would be quite troublesome.

"...Wakanda's crown prince...where did he go, meow? Did you get him out?" Seeing that the black cat, which had been frozen in the ice, had disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty hole, Tony blinked in slight confusion.

"...No, he disintegrated automatically after freezing to death. You know, Mr. Stark, the bodies you're using now are temporary, magically formed bodies that can't withstand much strain. Once they die and return to Earth, they'll completely disappear," Phil replied.

"...So, this African kid just froze to death? Will there be any aftereffects, meow?" Tony asked, pursing his lips.

"...Physically, there shouldn't be any major problems. But psychologically...the pain of freezing to death is terrifying."

Phil shrugged. "...Mr. T'Challa is a pampered prince, not a slum kid who grew up in a violent neighborhood amidst gunfire. I guess his mental fortitude in this regard might be a little weaker. He might have to stay in the hospital for ten days to two weeks after he gets back?"

"...Ah, it doesn't sound too serious. That's good. When I get back to the US, if I have time, I'll visit him at the hospital with a gift. If I'm too busy, I'll have my secretary send a letter of condolence...Actually, this little African prince should consult Steve (Captain America) about rehabilitation therapy. That big-chested muscle man was frozen in the icy sea for seventy years!"

Hearing that T'Challa was alright, Tony relaxed and even cracked a joke. But the next moment, his words stopped abruptly, and his expression changed drastically. "...Hmm...something's not right! There's movement on the river!"

He turned to look at the river outside the town, then quickly knelt on one knee and activated a perception spell.

Phili also tensed up with a serious expression, tilted her head back, and pricked up her cat ears, gazing at the river still shrouded in darkness, trying to discern something unusual from the sound of the rushing water.

“…There’s something…in large numbers…coming from upstream, it looks like a fleet of ships…”

After a moment, Tony muttered to himself, "...Could it be reinforcements from another town?"

"...Ahem, it's impossible for reinforcements to come from upstream. Cold Harbor is already the most remote colony on this tributary. The other towns are all downstream. Even if they received the intelligence in time and set out immediately, it wouldn't be fast enough for them to row upstream."

Lulutia, the silver dragon in human form, coughed as she answered—after accidentally sitting on and killing a small white dragon, she was then severely injured by a large white dragon. Even after casting numerous healing spells on herself, she hadn't fully recovered. This was reflected in her human form as constant coughing, a limp, and a shocking trace of blood at the corner of her mouth… In any case, she definitely couldn't fly again for the time being.

"...Upstream of this river, there is only a forest inhabited by elves and monsters, and a great snow-capped mountain that is the source of the river..."

Well, if that's the case, then the fleet rushing down from upstream must belong to the enemy.

It seems that tonight's big Waaaagh isn't completely over yet!

Iron Cat Tony immediately nodded in understanding, then activated his suit, soared into the sky, and headed upstream to scout out the enemy's situation.

Then, with the help of the faint starlight and moonlight and the cats' night vision, he looked down from the air and indeed saw a sizable fleet of ships sailing downstream from the upper reaches of the river—mostly simple canoes and rafts, but enough to carry at least several hundred soldiers.

Through the [Eagle Eye] enchantment solidified on the Iron Cat's helmet, Tony Cat could clearly see that among the enemies standing on the raft and canoe, there were not only ragged, poorly equipped, and disheveled orc bandits, but also some more eye-catching, slender figures—honey-black skin, gorgeous silver-white hair, and pointed ears, a common feature of the elves…

"...Not only did they send out cannon fodder like orcs, but they even used dark elf female warriors?"

He whistled and said, "...The elves really went all out this time!"

—Through his understanding of the surrounding situation over the past few days, Tony has vaguely learned that in the Greenwood Kingdom ruled by elves, although dark elves have a relatively low status compared to other elves, they are still an elite force composed of legitimate citizens. They are completely different from the gnolls, barbarians, evil dragons, and orcs in the Westfall who are purely cannon fodder, as well as the dwarves, halflings, and humans who are second-class citizens within elven society.

Due to their dark skin and exceptional physique, the Dark Elves are natural-born night raiders and terrorists. Therefore, in the lawless Western Wilderness, they became the most feared mobile calamity for human settlers, bringing death and destruction wherever they went.

—If the previous attacks on Cold Harbor by the White Dragon and the Gnolls were nothing more than hired killings and proxy wars, then now the Green Forest Kingdom is clearly going all out, even sending out its regular army!

On the other hand, having deployed their elite native army and hired three white dragons, the elves' objective for this Great Waaaagh campaign in the Westfall is probably not limited to the semi-ruined town of Cold Harbor. They intend to continue sailing downstream, sweeping through three or four provinces in one go, and even reaching Stromgarde, located at the estuary, thereby shaking the entire colonial rule of the Golden Dragonflight in the Westfall.

Unfortunately, no matter how grand the elves' strategy was this time, their journey could only end here.

Because Iron Cat Tony is standing in their way!

Upon spotting Iron Cat Tony hovering in mid-air, the dark elves on the raft immediately drew their bows and arrows, firing at Tony. Powered by their enchanted bows, they managed to achieve a range comparable to anti-aircraft guns, nearly startling Tony.

Of course, these arrows were fired at a steep angle, and their momentum wore off after reaching a certain height. Ultimately, they were blocked by the Iron Cat Suit's fully activated protective magic. Similarly, the fireballs and ice arrows thrown by the enemy mages also failed to penetrate the Iron Cat Suit's defenses.

—How could such a small trick possibly break through the energy barrier formed by the power generation of the entire Three Gorges Dam?

Tony's retaliation soon followed.

"...Meow, what a group of passionate dark-skinned girls! It's a pity that my current body just can't handle it, meow!"

Tony calmly pointed his cat paw at the fleet, "...Ark Reactor at full power! Enhanced Ice Magic! Five thousand times stronger! River of Extreme Cold, meow!"

The next moment, a blast of icy air, like a superstorm, swept in, instantly engulfing the fleet traveling downstream and freezing the entire river surface and its ships into a thick layer of ice. The dark elves and orcs who had been drawing their bows and shouting moments before were instantly transformed into shimmering ice sculptures. Even the trees and grass along the riverbanks were covered in a thick layer of frost…

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