CHAPTER 1518: CHAPTER 772: STARTLED RETREAT_3

"Do not call me ’father,’ call me ’Lord Gaven.’" Gaven corrected helplessly.

Being chased by a cloud calling you ’father’ is a very peculiar experience.

"Yes, Lord Gaven." Revenge Storm was not stubborn.

"I will find a way." Gaven replied as he compared the attribute changes in Revenge Storm.

Absorbing the group of air elements directly increased his Life Dice to 22, and his attributes saw significant growth, with Strength and Constitution increasing by two points each, and Dexterity soaring by four points, while Speed also improved by 6 km/h.

Air elements are indeed known for their agility, and absorbing them made Revenge Storm all the more powerful in this regard.

Gaven paid no mind to this extraordinary elemental child, instead focusing his attention on assessing the damage to the Conqueror Army.

The cloud-covering tactic, although it prevented the cloud giants from knowing their bombing results, also kept Gaven’s side unclear about their own casualties.

It’s not easy for the cloud giants to dissipate the battlefield mist, but it’s very simple for Gaven’s side; the spellcasters just needed to actively dispel the magic effects around themselves.

Within minutes, the Conqueror Army was once again exposed to the sunlight, and the situation became immediately clear.

Despite the multiple layers of defense by Gaven, the Conqueror Army still endured some damage.

Just as Dilila calculated, in a short time, they couldn’t relocate the main force off the road, and the flanking roads revealed their general positions.

When the enemy was using magic to sweep the area, several spells hit the first chariot formation, one of which was the Ninth Ring Spell, Meteor Burst.

The devastated appearance of the Conqueror Army testified to why this spell is lauded as the strongest flame attack.

Even their sturdy, expansive tower war chariots were overturned, with body parts strewn everywhere, wounds scorched with a pungent burnt smell, and flames yet to be fully extinguished.

And there were as many as four such places.

Just this one spell resulted in over a hundred casualties.

This kind of group attack spell unleashes terrifying destructive power amid densely packed military formations.

"The enemies have retreated, we have forced the enemies back."

"Lord Gaven is mighty, covering every contingency, actually scaring the enemies into retreat."

"Haha... We’ve won, we’ve won again, we are conquerors, we are invincible."

The settlers of the Conqueror Army, upon noticing that the skies no longer held any sign of the cloud giants, couldn’t help but clap and cheer excitedly, even amidst the losses in the first chariot formation.

They had witnessed the power demonstrated earlier by the cloud giants firsthand.

Most ordinary settlers were not initially aware that Gaven had prepared a series of strategies and tactics for air battles. Seeing legendary flying creatures appear in droves, many felt their hands and feet go numb, their legs tremble; had it not been for the constraints of orders, and knowing that leaving the army’s protection meant they couldn’t outrun these flying creatures and would be caught and eaten, it’s conceivable many would’ve panicked and fled.

But who could’ve thought, their Lord Gaven charged single-handedly toward the enemies, battling them for minutes without falling behind.

He then used the clouds and Dark Arts to shield and protect them, leaving the enemies unable to find a target for attack.

The settlers’ inner feelings of gratitude and awe were surely profound; they weren’t aware that Gaven did all this to fully harness the three major spells at his disposal, thinking instead it was all to buy them time and ensure their safety that he risked so much.

"Rest here for an hour; after an hour, continue marching." Gaven issued a pause command, as both tending to the wounded and dealing with captured enemies would require time. They were the reason he took such significant risks.

"Great harvest, great harvest, great harvest, we captured eighteen flying dragons altogether, fifteen earth crystal people, and nine ridgeback beasts." Shanoba flew over to Gaven, unable to hide her excitement.

Having the prior experience, she knew these flying dragons in their hands wouldn’t escape. Soon enough, they’d become their soldiers, making her name as the Flying Dragon Queen truly deserved.

Eighteen dragons were no small number, doubling their flying dragon count to thirty-three.

The additional three were recent acquisitions.

Unlike the previous scenario in the Troll Mountains, where family-mode clusters of dragons appeared commonly, with the flying dragons, such encounters are not just uncommon—they are exceedingly rare; even paired dragons are rarely seen. Their relationships, especially within couples, are often disharmonious, heavily valuing territory and wealth, and even mother-child bonds last only until young dragons can fly, after which they’re driven away by the mother dragon.

In essence, flying dragons share many weaknesses of colored dragons without matching strength; inevitably, whether for their treasures or territorial defense, intelligent beings target them. Many dragon slayers famed in legends bore titles where ’dragon’ didn’t refer to true dragons but these flying dragons cursed by the Dragon God.

Meanwhile, the wilds often host even more formidable creatures.

The survival space for flying dragons grows ever narrower, with their numbers in the wild depleting rapidly. Even upon hearing reports of flying dragons nearby, arriving with anticipation often reveals outdated information: either the dragons have relocated or been slain by mightier beings.

Thus, establishing an army of flying dragons via wild capture is almost unfeasible, more so than breeding their own.

No one thought they’d unexpectedly encounter a force of over fifty flying dragons in the Thunder Peak Mountain Range.

For Shanoba, it was like needing a pillow and having one delivered to her doorstep, all potential soldiers for their side.