Chapter 586: Chapter 454, Willing to Become a Slave_1
Red Dragon Spencer, besieged by the skeleton army, rapidly consumed his energy and had morphed back into a human form.
Bruises and wounds were scattered across his body, and one of his dragon horns had been cut off.
Blood mingled with rainwater, forming a red puddle on the ground.
Spencer’s face was grim as he released one fire elemental spell after another.
Frantically fending off the encroaching skeleton warriors.
He was clearly aware of his condition. The relentless attacks of the undead would soon break his resistance.
If he didn’t get a chance to escape soon, he was likely to remain here forever.
Though he could resurrect at the Hero’s Altar after death.
His strength would still be significantly impaired, increasing the difficulty of his subsequent breakthrough.
Therefore, he could not afford to die here at any cost.
His gaze quickly scanned the few gnoll undead hidden within the skeleton forces. He couldn’t fly because of a curse skill these gnoll skeletons had cast.
If he could briefly repel them, he might have a chance to escape.
With a quick glance around, he had made up his mind.
He touched the pendant on his neck, from which several bottles of elixirs appeared, and he swallowed them all.
After deflecting an attack with a piece of magic, Spencer immediately began to gather his magic.
As the magic converged, the air around him started to heat up, evaporating the raindrops midair.
The moment the surrounding airwaves started to distort, Spencer’s eyes flew wide open, and he roared: “Flame Storm…”
A fiercely rotating firestorm erupted from Spencer, its center.
The flames swirled into a vortex, continuously rotating and enlarging, engulfing everything within its range.
Skeleton warriors, flying missiles, incoming arrows.
All of them were caught in the spiral, twisted up into the air, and then burned into ashes.
The vortex kept expanding.
The skeleton warriors, upon receiving their orders, quickly retreated to escape the engulfing vortex.
Spencer, at the center of the storm, vomited blood profusely.
His body staggered, barely able to keep his footing.
The strain of releasing the Flame Storm, added to his injuries, had now pushed his body to its limits.
He immediately swallowed several more elixirs.
Seeing several gnoll undead escaping the Flame storm, he mustered all the strength the elixirs afforded him, transformed into a massive dragon and flew into the distance.
By the time the Flame Storm had dissipated, the Red Dragon had already flown a great distance.
Fang Hao was watching from afar, and a surge of surprise rushed through him when he noticed the fleeing dragon.
If the dragon managed to escape and bring back the Dragon Clan as reinforcements, things would get tricky.
He immediately ordered, “Nisbit, all of you, lead all the flying units after him, and make sure to kill him.”
Several Nisbits quickly mounted the Bone Dragon, leading a troop of flying species after the Red Dragon.
The Red Dragon had been heavily injured; even if it managed to fly, it could not possibly be as fast as before.
Catching up and killing it should not be a problem.
The battle inside Blackstone City was nearing its climax.
The city gates had been shattered, the flag of Blackstone lay among the ruins, the buildings reduced to rubble, and fires raged on despite the rain.
The skeleton army had taken over the city walls from all sides.
Their forces had fully penetrated the city and were cleaning up the remaining orcs within.
In the heart of the city, within a narrow corridor.
The Great Commander of Blackstone, along with the few remaining orcs, had set up a makeshift fortification and was making their final stand.
On either side of the corridor, a vast number of the skeleton army continuously launched their assaults.
“Hold your ground. The Dragon Spencer is killing the Undead Leader. As long as their leader falls, these inferior undead will scatter,” The Great Commander, wielding his battle ax, encouraged the orc warriors.
Being trapped in such a confined space, they were unaware that the dragon had already fled.
Nevertheless, the Great Commander’s words still had a motivating effect.
Leveraging the narrow passageway, the orcs had managed to hold out till now.
A burst of footsteps sounded, and the advancing undead suddenly halted.
The skeletons cleared a path, and the Troll Hero Meatfist confidently walked into their midst.
After casting a glance at the orc warriors ahead prepared for defense,
Meatfist said in a low voice, “Are you the Clan Leader of the Blackstone Tribe or the Great Commander?”
The Great Commander wiped the blood trickling down his forehead and stared defiantly at the gigantic Troll Skeleton in front of him.
He countered, “What difference does it make?”
“There is. I’d like to know who I am killing,” said Meatfist casually.
Hearing these words, the Great Commander’s face burst into anger yet again and retorted, “Humph! It’s you ugly undead who will die.”
Meatfist did not respond.
He gathered power in his right fist and land a massive punch.
With a loud explosion, the defenses built by the orc warriors instantly crumbled.
The orc soldiers behind were blown away like cannonballs, casualties amongst them were horrendous.
All defenses were nothing more than playthings in the hands of the orange hero.
“Kill them all. And bring me the body of that hero,” Meatfist calmly ordered and turned to leave.
Receiving their orders, the skeletons once again pounced on the Great Commander and the others.
But now without the fortifications, the battle had turned into close-quarters combat.
Within 5 minutes, the sounds of battle ceased.
The Blackstone Tribe had fallen completely.
Fang Hao entered the city.
Meatfist was approaching him.
Behind Meatfist, two skeleton warriors were carrying the body of an orc.
The body, barely recognizable and riddled with wounds, had obviously been dead for a while.