Chapter 1069: The Verfolger Strikes Back

The dragons of this realm were somewhat unique in appearance, an adult would be about the same size as an elephant, their bodies were covered in scales, except that the end of their tails and entire wings, were adorned with long feathers that were so flexible that they could almost pass off as fur at a glance.

As a female, this particular dragon lacked it, but male dragons, especially those who ruled over a pride, would actually have a feathered mane covered their slender neck, and would also tend to grow feathers in other parts of their bodies, giving them a very distinctive looks compared to the females and wandering males.

Though the power of one of such males was said to be incredibly destructive, it was of little importance right now, as even the fiery breath of a young female were tearing right through the ranks of the dirt-blooded, even the Ill-Bred Minutemen, with their control over fighting spirit were reduced to piles of charcoals in an instant once struck by the dragonic fire.

“T-They have a dragon!” one dirt-blood said, mostly resembling an orc, but instead of the green-skinned kind, he had the visage of a pig-faced orc instead, which appeared wrong due to his incredibly scrawny body, unbefitting of the pig-like orcs who were supposed to boast great sizes and body fat so thick that weapons could not get to their internal organs.

“Yes, and? Does it change anything?”

“It… No, it does not…”

“Good, no one is moving from their positions unless I say so, it doesn’t matter if they have one dragon, or a thousand of them… The ability to scorch down an entire army is insignificant next to the power of undeath”

Standing upon a rock protruding from the plains, Litrakq snorted with her arms crossed, remaining in place, in sight of all as though daring someone to strike her down, the other dirt-bloods around did not dare make any wave and stood in place even as felt intense fear for the flames.

The dragon’s breath was powerful, incredibly potent, the pure force of the stream was enough to kill any one of them, but the burning that followed was even worse, even with barely any fuel to sustain itself, the flames left in the beast’s wake seemed to refuse to go out, as though possessing a will of their, their very own pride, unwilling to go out like mundane flames.

They were an inferno, a blaze of draconic descent.

“C-C-Commander-” the same dirt-blood as before began trembling like a leaf, it was undeniable that the dragon was heading for them, and as it began to breath its flames, it became all too obvious that it was definitely going to pass right over them, incinerating them all without mercy.

“Do not move, do not know fear” Litrakq spread her arms as she smiled, her warped visage twisting further as her eyes spread wide open.

The calm demeanour she was showing bent into something else, but it was far detached from the terror of the troops around her.

“Come on… Come on! Burn me! Do it!” she yelled as her vision turned bright, the flames nearing close.

A path of desolation, identical to those left previously, was carved into the earth, plumes of ashes drifted through the air as nothing and no one in the path of the flames was left.

“That bastard missed” Litrakq cursed as she looked at the left arm, which had been the closest part of her body to the flames, it had been burnt by the sheer heat the draconic breath had radiated.

Just as she did that, shrill, high-pitched cries echoed over the battlefield, overhead, several figures smaller than the dragon darted through the air, dozens upon dozens of champion hunters had arrived, riding upon their own flying mounts.

Litrakq looked up in awe, even she, who had such a high position in the army, hadn’t known that there were even half that many champion hunters overall, and they were all moving upon the backs of their very own dragons.

Although the particular species they used was not renowned for its exceptional power, they were relatively small, quick and agile on top of possessing rather unique abilities.

These undead creatures were as much a part of the Verfolger than those riding upon their backs, whilst a few went after the dragon, most headed straight for the packed group of powerful human warriors, and they did not pull any punches.

Three quarters of the hunters had their mount unleash a wave of pure sound, it was similar to the screaming ability banshees were reputed for, the sound waves all reached the heroes and champions at the same time and many soldiers who hadn’t even been targeted fell to the ground, their eardrums bursted, their sense of equilibrium shattered before they were swiftly taken out by the dirt-blooded, who all instantly charged forward upon seeing their backers arrive.

Gone were those who had been afraid of a measly dragon, all charged fearlessly in the fray.

“Don’t just focus on the soldiers! Breach the city! Slaughter their women and children!” Litrakq barked orders as she followed right behind the troops “Don’t spare anyone!”

The last quarter of hunters however, had their mounts spew of dark smog, the targeted humans struggled to breath and see correctly, but true to their status as heroes and champions, they were not caught off guard as the executioners leapt from their mounts to strike them down.

As no one could tell what was going on amidst the smog, the fighting continued, attacks from the dragon vanished as the young female was too busy evading the members of the Verfolger trying to slay it.

These particular members had not gone after the flying target for no reason, each of them stood tall upon the backs of their mounts, one manifested a bow, another a crossbow, one a javelin, and another a bolas… Whilst some other instead weaved spells into existence, one in particular, conjured what looked like a solid piece of lighting in his hand.

The dragon was swift, but the smaller, supposedly lesser dragons were far more agile, and their riders seemed unable to fall from their backs no matter what happened, so they were not limited in the sort of manoeuvres they could perform, under such an assault, the dragon fighting for humanity could only flee without a chance to strike back.

Meanwhile, standing upon the rampart, the man who ruled over the fortified city was growing pale, even with a dragon, things were not looking too great, this was supposed to be a great victory, they were supposed to beat down the filthy enemies make them flee in disgrace, but although many dirt-blooded were reduced to ash and slain, things were not looking bright for the humans, and certainly not for the city.

“May the gods protect us…”