Chapter 210: Are We Going to Fight or Not?
After quickly reviewing the information shared by Lolan, the expressions of Matthew and his companions became solemn.
The Black Dragon, empowered by the Five Dragon Forces, now possessed the strength of a quasi-legendary figure.
As the top species in the food chain, quasi-legendary dragons might wield even more devastating power than ordinary legendary creatures of other species.
Of course,
This does not include legendary mages.
It's widely known
That mages are the most destructive "race," bar none.
"With four additional young dragons, theoretically, it shouldn't be that terrifying," Matthew was the first to speak, trying to reassure, "As long as we can avoid being overwhelmed and causing significant trouble for ourselves, if we can take them down one by one, we still stand a fair chance."
What he said wasn't wrong.
Young dragons are generally not as powerful as adult dragons, although the Black Dragon, Meionogas, is clearly an exception.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to join the Five Dragon Alliance as a young dragon among adults.
The hierarchy in dragon society is also very strict.
As followers of Meionogas, the other four young chromatic dragons must be one tier lower than Meionogas.
Matthew estimated their level to be at most around sixteen or seventeen.
The Special Operations Team did have a fighting chance against them.
However, he also had concerns.
Meionogas' strength had greatly increased, and he evidently had the divine blessing of the Dragon God, Brook, behind him.
Whether the dragon-slaying spear could have the expected decisive effect remained unknown.
They had to treat the war with the dragons even more cautiously.
"Taking them down individually is indeed a method, but the dragons' size is too large, and their resilience is also strong. Do we have any means to restrain a few of them?" Zeller consulted the group.
At this moment, the other members of the Special Operations Team were also gathered around.
Upon hearing this,
Everyone fell into silence.
Attempting to restrain dragons would undoubtedly entail great risks; on one hand, there was the danger to their own safety, and on the other hand, the risk of the plan failing due to a flaw in the restraint.
Although everyone here was skilled,
No one could guarantee that they could definitely accomplish this task.
After a few minutes passed,
Lumiere finally scratched his head and said, "Why don't I give it a try?"
"I can try to restrain that Black Dragon. I've battled with Tyrant Lizards in the jungle before; their size and appearance are similar to the Black Dragon's, though they might be slightly weaker in strength. But now that I've grown stronger, I should be able to hold my own, right?"
Matthew looked pensive.
Richard said solemnly, "Restraining dragons is a very difficult task. I can assure my own escape from the pursuit of a dragon, but I'm not sure if I can firmly hold the opponent's attention on myself. We can't ignore the dragons' intelligence; their judgment on the battlefield is quite keen. A slight mistake could lead to casualties on our side."
With his words,
Everyone fell into silence once again.
After a while,
Someone finally stepped forward:
"Then let me do it."
Lolan patted the short flute at his waist and said casually, "I have a melody that can restrain some of the dragons, but the cost is that after playing this tune, I might not be of much help for a while."
Matthew looked at him earnestly, "Can you do it alone?"
Lolan smiled, "Don't underestimate legends."
Richard sniffed, his expression somewhat complicated.
Lolan patted his shoulder, "Sorry, considering your pride, I should say don't underestimate demigods."
Richard retorted irritably, "I know my abilities are not very useful when dealing with creatures like dragons. You don't need to be sarcastic; if you want to mock, you can do it directly."
Lolan burst into laughter at his words, "Don't worry, Mr. Silver Snake, we are now on the same front. I won't easily ridicule you."
"Although you're not very useful, at least in terms of the internal struggle of the human legendary figures, I still appreciate the prestige of your wanderers!"
Richard's face turned livid, and he didn't want to say another word.
From the moment they met, it seemed that the two of them didn't get along.
Snide remarks between them were common.
Seeing this, Matthew wanted to ease the tension.
But Zeller had already spoken:
"If you are ready to confront those five dragons, I will arrange for a crossbow team and two cavalry teams to provide support for you."
"In addition to this, we may need to change our strategy. Rhaegar, to ensure that the Special Operations Team doesn't get ambushed, our main force must also intercept the enemy halfway. And if possible, we should try to directly eliminate the remaining forces of the Highleaf Territory, including those tough nuts."
Rhaegar nodded seriously.
The "tough nuts" mentioned by Zeller naturally referred to the bear goblins and half-orcs of the Highleaf Territory.
The reason Rolling Stone Town chose a defensive strategy was actually to minimize casualties as much as possible.
But plans can't keep up with changes.
If they waited until the five dragons combined forces with the frontal troops and forcefully attacked the mountain, it would be very difficult for Rolling Stone Town to hold on.
To avoid this situation,
They had to adapt on the fly, transitioning from defense to offense.
While Matthew and his team were intercepting the dragons,
They would also engage in close combat with the Highleaf Territory's army.
That, too, would be an extremely brutal war.
Fortunately, they had contingency plans for this situation as well.
After discussing for a while,
Matthew and his team each made their decision.
A moment later.
Rega firmly grasped Matthew's shoulder and said solemnly:
"Don't hold back, no matter what."
Matthew paused for a moment, then nodded:
"I understand."
They exchanged a heavy handshake.
A few minutes later.
Soldiers on the southwestern slope saw a small group of people and horses slip down to the foot of the mountain.
By the stream.
They mounted their phantom steeds and quickly disappeared among the northern hills.
Soon after.
The soldiers received orders to suspend the construction of defensive works.
All forces began to assemble.
Scouts and scouts were the first to mobilize.
They tracked the true retreat path of the Highleaf army at the fastest speed, risking great danger.
And others were also gearing up.
To the northwest of the Sentinel Mountain.
The centaur Omodochi mingled among the undead army.
His expression was stiff.
But with the command authority he obtained from the graveyard ceremony.
Omodochi could still barely control these undead.
For this, he had to concentrate as he had never done before.
And he was not a necromancer after all.
The authority Matthew gave him only allowed this army to repeatedly switch between attack, defense, and standby options.
But even so.
This undead army played a crucial role on the front lines.
The orders Matthew gave him were clear.
As long as they could save the life of one soldier in Rolling Stone Town, even if it cost ten or even twenty undead, it would be acceptable.
This order reassured Omodochi.
But it also increased his pressure.
He did not know what kind of battle he would face.
But all he could do.
Was to do his best to protect the main forces of Rolling Stone Town.
To the northeast of the Sentinel Mountain.
Also on the hillside.
Two people who were packing suddenly felt a sense of foreboding and looked northward.
They saw the team of phantom steeds heading north.
Suddenly.
Peggy said to Obeest:
"You go back, I need to go north."
Obeest was surprised:
"But Mr. Alan just told us to go south."
Peggy insisted:
"No, I have to go north."
Obeest scratched his head:
"Alright, you're Peggy, Mr. Alan can't control you."
Peggy stared northward without speaking.
Obeest keenly sensed something unusual:
"Peggy, what's wrong?"
Peggy collected herself:
"That direction, there's a voice calling me, I must go."
Obeest was curious:
"Is it Mr. Matthew?"
Peggy shook her head:
"No, it's not, Matthew would only want me to stay in a safe place."
"That voice, it's different, it used to only appear in my dreams."
Obeest was full of admiration:
"No wonder you're Peggy, a skeleton who dreams, that's so cool!"
Then he looked flattering:
"Peggy, why don't you take me with you?"
Peggy decisively shook her head:
"You're still young, you should stay in a safer place."
"Go find Alan and tell him where I'm going, so he won't worry."
Obeest was a little disappointed:
"Peggy, why do you always reject me and never want to take me anywhere!"
"Is it because you think I'm different from you?"
"But when I die someday, I'll become a little skeleton and follow you every day."
Peggy grabbed his shoulder, growling angrily:
"Brat, stop talking nonsense!"
"Being alive is better than anything else, understand?!"
Obeest was frightened by her attitude.
So he quickly lowered his head:
"I'm sorry, Peggy, I just think it's cool to be a skeleton like you..."
"And you don't have to eat, which saves a lot of money at home."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely live well, um, Peggy?"
When the young Obeest looked up again.
He was astonished to find that the tall and solemn figure was no longer around.
Obeest felt a pang of disappointment.
"Ah, Peggy is still rejecting me after all, but do you know, being by your side gives me a sense of security."
He murmured as he left.
Until his figure disappeared from the mountain path.
The figure of the minotaur skeleton flashed by.
A moment later.
She began to stride northward at a swift pace!
...
In the mossy green hills to the north.
On a huge altar.
Judgment 09 found it hard to control his body, his arms and legs trembling uncontrollably.
This was not because of fear.
It was the pressure from the top of the food chain.
The might of dragons.
Although the most powerful black dragon, Meionogas, was quite restrained.
But the four younger dragons he summoned from the secondary plane were imposing.
Those four young dragons not only exuded their own majesty madly.
Around them, 20 guards quickly appeared!
These guards varied in tactics.
The guards of the young blue dragon were a group of iron-clad puppets;
The guards of the young red dragon were a group of strong mutant lizardmen;
The guards of the young green dragon were a group of spitting snake people;
And the entourage of the white dragon was a bunch of crooked and cracked goblins.
From the number and quality of the guards, it was not difficult to discern the strength of these four young dragons.
And their size also indirectly confirmed this.
Judgment 09's chest heaved violently.
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