Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

He usually likes to disguise himself as a human and wander in human society to help the weak.

He preferred to transform into the form of Elasdra to resolve various major crises, and often spent time with Elasdra, even more so than with the Silvermoon Queen.

This was undoubtedly a formidable opponent, but Thor's fiery gaze swept over his moon-shining scales without a trace of fear. Instead, he took the initiative to mock him.

"Who do we have here? It's the famous Silverwing King!"

What?! Is it because you're too old to have children, which has led to a psychological distortion, that you like to dress up as a female?

What a ridiculous mess! Trying to stop me? Why don't you bring your spouse along too! Or is she already here, just hiding in a corner like a mouse?

The airflow bursting from Thor's thick chest was like thunder rolling across the sky.

Even with Silver Dragon's gentle and refined nature, he couldn't help but get angry upon hearing this, and roared in a deep voice.

"Appearance is just a superficial thing. If you can't even see through this, it only proves that you have a narrow mind."

"We are more than enough to stop you; there's no need for Vera Marandes to intervene."

This is the truth. Two Mystra's chosen ones, plus a powerful ancient silver dragon, are qualified to participate even in a major event like the descent of an evil god's incarnation.

Even if Thor wanted to defeat them, he would probably find it difficult to find an opportunity, not to mention that there are at least three or four other experts of this caliber in the North.

The situation seemed somewhat unfavorable, but the red dragon, covered in golden and red scales, still grinned and revealed a ferocious smile.

"No! You think you can stop me? You're not enough! Not nearly enough!!"

Chapter 332 Retreat

The outcome of a battle is often not determined solely by the relative strength of the two sides.

Defeating, killing, and intercepting are three completely different things.

With Elasdra and Lyra joining forces, plus the Silverwing King, and perhaps some other hidden figure, Thor, with his current strength, certainly has no way to defeat them.

However, it was absolutely impossible for the other party to stop him. With a flight speed exceeding Mach 10 and the ability to jump between stars, if he wanted to leave, the other party would have no way to stop him.

The golden-red dragon's eyes flashed with a fierce light as it swept its gaze over the Silverwing King, Elasdra, and Lyra, and roared in a low voice.

"If I want to leave, you can't stop me, no one can stop me!"

Even if you could stop my army here, or even annihilate them all, what would the consequences be? Have you... considered that?

My patience has its limits. I don't have time to play this boring game with you. Either get out of here now, or kill my army and then settle accounts with you one by one over the next thousand years!

I want to see if you can stay together like this forever, and how many breaths your territories can withstand.

And what about those villages, towns, and city-states—how many can you protect, and for how long?

The deep roar rolled by like thunder, carrying an aura as powerful as a collapsing mountain and a tsunami, making Alasdra and the others feel a sinking feeling in their hearts.

Just as Thor said, if the red dragon wanted to leave, they really couldn't do anything about it.

A flight speed exceeding Mach 10 means that it can traverse a distance of four kilometers in just one second. This means that many spells are still in the preparation stage when the opponent has already exceeded the spell's range.

Moreover, based on the intelligence gathered previously, this red dragon also possesses some kind of interdimensional movement ability. Even if spells like force field walls are set up in advance to slow down its flight speed, it can still easily escape once it senses something is wrong.

This requires the use of spells such as Dimensional Anchor and Plane Block to restrict teleportation, but the Red Emperor also has strong spell resistance and domineering spell-breaking ability.

In this case, resistance reduction is necessary, but it is difficult to hit accurately against such high-speed flight.

Even if all conditions are met, the opponent still has an exaggerated physical body and a massive amount of magic power, making it impossible to be instantly killed. They can easily hold out until the spell's effect wears off before retreating.

True dragons are among the most powerful creatures in the world, and this red dragon before us is a monster even among true dragons.

If he is determined to escape and carry out indiscriminate revenge and destruction, no one present can think of any way to stop him except for the gods to descend in person.

At this moment, Elasdra and the others were filled with anger, humiliation, and a deep sense of powerlessness. They couldn't find any way to retaliate, so much so that a deathly silence enveloped the air, with only the piercing howl of the high-altitude winds.

Thor glanced up at the group, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

Ten years ago in the Gray Peak Mountains, those metal dragons were helpless against him and had no choice but to submit.

Now, ten years later, he has added the templates for Steel Dragon and Lavasioth, becoming even more powerful. Where do these guys get their confidence that they can stop him?

He then ignored these clueless fellows and ordered his army to continue advancing, wanting to see if they dared to fight him to the death.

Unfortunately, those who advocate goodness always face numerous constraints.

The battle between the Red Emperor and the Zantalin will inevitably bring disaster to the entire Northland, but stopping it will only lead to an even greater catastrophe.

This left them completely powerless to stop it; they could only watch helplessly as the crimson tide spread forward and eventually disappeared into the distance.

But this does not mean that they can do nothing. If they cannot prevent the disaster from happening, they should try their best to keep the scope of the disaster to a minimum.

Before long, numerous adventurers and mercenaries began to gather from all corners of the world. Some were there for opportunity and wealth, while others had nobler purposes.

They did not directly block Thor's army, but instead roamed around the army, gathering in nearby towns and villages to help the villagers relocate. They would only actively fight and kill when the evil creatures that followed Thor's army raided the surrounding human settlements.

This is like an invisible barrier, always surrounding the crimson tide, preventing it from spreading and expanding unchecked.

This naturally caught Thor's attention, but he didn't care.

Anyway, those who die are just worthless cannon fodder, some of whom are not even his own subordinates. The intense emotions and soul fragments generated from their battles can provide him with a considerable amount of spiritual essence.

In addition, the corpses of those monsters could serve as rations for many of Thor's uninhibited races, so naturally, they were happy to use them.

Every day, several fierce battles take place, and every day, hundreds or thousands of creatures fall into pools of blood and sleep forever.

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The army's march was not slow, and in less than half a month, it had already approached another stronghold of the Santalin Society in the north—Lock Town.

This is a town that is not very large, with the typical appearance of a border settlement. The permanent population is about 1800 people. Low stone and wood buildings are distributed along the dirt road, and in the center is Lord Geldar's wooden and stone fortress.

There are also four old towers, a trade square, taverns and shops, and the temples of Bane and Sirocco scattered around.

As the rumbling sound from the ground came from afar, numerous merchants, adventurers, and mercenaries rushed out of their houses in terror.

The distant sky, stained with immense magical power, had been burned a dark red, and towering giants and behemoths the size of small mountains were slowly strolling towards them.

Various ferocious monsters and evil creatures swarmed around the giant like a tide, brandishing gleaming weapons and revealing ferocious, bloodthirsty smiles on their faces.

"What's going on? Where did they come from?!"

"A demon! It's definitely a demon! Run!!"

A terrified scream suddenly rang out, and all the creatures in the town scattered and fled, desperately running towards what they thought was a safe place.

However, this was nothing but a futile struggle, as the centaur heavy cavalry in the distance had already begun their charge.

When these creatures, nearly six meters tall, covered in thick scales, and resembling giant elephants, trampled the earth, all mortal objects seemed so fragile and vulnerable in their presence.

The earthen and stone city walls were easily knocked down, and the low houses were crushed into ruins. There was no pity, no sympathy, and all living things in sight were trampled into the mud.

Chapter 333 Spread of the Epidemic

Screams, roars, and the flickering flames mingled, while thick smoke billowed in the air.

Under the iron hooves of Thor's legions, Locke Town was like a sandcastle built by a child on the beach, so fragile that it would collapse at the slightest touch.

As an important border trade and smuggling hub for the Santalin Society, this place was naturally not without its defenses.

The town's underground was dug into a network of tunnels, and in addition to the militia of a few dozen men on the surface, there was also a hidden elite guard of five hundred men.

These guards consisted mostly of human mercenaries and orc warriors, with a small number of malevolent spellcasters mixed in.

If this power were used to deal with various monsters in the wilderness, wandering bandit groups, or small groups of adventurers, it would undoubtedly be more than enough.

However, at this moment, they were facing what was arguably the most powerful army in the entire North.

Those Darkborn, who average nine meters in height, can challenge at least level ten based solely on their physical strength. If you add their inherited tough scales, high spell resistance, and various means such as earth, water, fire, wind, and even dragon-attribute energy, their average challenge level would probably reach level fifteen or higher.

When they launch their attack wielding massive weapons, even an adult white dragon will be instantly decapitated.

A single Darkin would likely be enough to wreak havoc on a small city-state, yet there are dozens or even hundreds of Darkins gathered here.

Moreover, they have subordinate legions under their command, and outside of these legions, there are uninvited evil creatures roaming around.

A half-orc warrior clad in black armor leaped high from the ground, his broadsword whistling through the air as he slammed it down on a heavily armored centaur.

A piercing metallic clang rang out, and dazzling sparks flew everywhere. Yet, the weapon, forged from refined iron, only left a tiny dent on the opponent's dark red, plate-like scales.

The next moment, a spear thicker than his thigh came crashing down on him. He hurriedly raised his knife to block, but the knife in his hand instantly bent and broke, the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, his chest caved in deeply, and he was sent flying with a thud even faster than when he jumped.

Throughout the entire process, the heavily armored centaur didn't even glance at him, as if he had merely swatted away an insignificant fly.

In just over ten minutes, the entire town of Locke was completely overrun, and all the residents and rebels were massacred without exception.

The army did not stop for a moment and continued to advance, while the goblins and various kobolds, who served as laborers, began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner.

They looted all kinds of food and water, and also took all the valuable items, armor, and weapons from the corpses.

Nothing of value is wasted, not even the corpses of monsters.

After the army left, all that remained were ruins and large areas of charred remains.

After some time, several humans stepped into the ruins of the town. Their eyes scanned the surroundings, and a deep sense of fear appeared on their faces.

They are adventurers who make a living in the border region. They usually rely on taking on various tasks and commissions to survive. If there is no suitable work, they will also do some illegal business, such as highway robbery or theft.

Often, what they get in return for doing this is not direct money, but items they no longer need, so they naturally need to find a place to sell them.

The black market in Locke Town was a place they frequented, so they had some understanding of the town's defenses.

Once, a group of barbarian berserkers, relying on their superior strength, tried to cause trouble here, but within minutes they were captured by the Black Net Guard and hanged in the square.

Unexpectedly, after only a short trip, when he returned, the entire town of Locke had been reduced to ruins.

But instead of wasting time lamenting, they all rushed into the ruins and began searching everywhere, hoping to make a quick buck.

After all, low-level adventurers, to put it nicely, are adventurers; to put it bluntly, they are a mixture of vagrants, outlaws, and temporary workers.

When the vast majority of people at the bottom of society are struggling to make ends meet, where would they find the spare money to post tasks and hire others?

Truly wealthy and capable people will keep their own personal guards and won't need adventurers.

Therefore, the tasks that low-level adventurers can receive are either not very lucrative, or they are dirty and tiring jobs, as well as extremely dangerous tasks that lords and wealthy merchants feel are not worth it if their personal guards die.

This is why many adventurers often have a shady side job.

Their main source of income is not from mission rewards, but from materials from various wild beasts and monsters, herbs found in the wild, and useful items found in various ruins—in short, scavenging.

For them, the ruins of a recently destroyed town are like a vast, untapped treasure trove. If they're lucky enough to strike it rich, they might even be able to retire on the spot.

After searching extensively, the group was exhausted and covered in sweat, but they hadn't found a single item of value. Clearly, the place had already been ransacked, and by someone far more professional and reliable means than they had.

The adventurers gathered together again, feeling a sense of frustration and inexplicable resentment.

Their eyes flickered, then they looked at the charred and broken corpses on the ground—these things could be sold to sorcerers and necromancers for a sum of money.

Even among adventurers who operate in the gray area, doing so is considered an extremely heinous and evil act.

Once discovered, they will definitely become the target of everyone's condemnation.

Just as they hesitated, a hoarse panting sound suddenly rang out. A ghoul, withered and hideous, its body glowing with an eerie yellow-green light, crawled out from the shadows of a building.

Its eyes, filled with boundless hunger, first glanced at the corpses on the ground, then shifted to the adventurers.

Clearly, it preferred fresh meat to charred, rotten flesh.

The adventurers tensed up at first, but relaxed when they realized there was only one attacker.

A single ghoul posed no threat to them. In fact, a tall warrior wielding a longsword even stepped forward.

After all, ghouls' venom sacs, teeth, and nails can all be sold for money, which is an unexpected bonus.

He roared and charged forward, intending to cut the ghoul down with his sword, but as soon as he got close, he inexplicably felt dizzy and his limbs became weak.

The ghoul was surprisingly agile, leaping to his side with a burst of speed, its sharp, filthy claws reaching out and viciously clawing at his waist.

The old leather armor was pierced through, leaving several bloody marks on the skin. If the warrior hadn't dodged quickly, his stomach would have been torn open on the spot.

Seeing that things were going badly, his companions rushed forward, and together they quickly forced the ghoul back.

But the evil undead creature did not leave; instead, it lingered around them, staring intently at them with its scarlet pupils.