Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 606 Dragon Tail Swing
For ice trolls, or most barbarian tribes, it is not unacceptable to submit to the might of apex predators.

But what is the current situation?
Your boss is a dragon, and the other side is also a dragon? And it seems even more terrifying?
The mere heat emanating from the other party's unintentional breath instilled in them an instinctive fear, like an ominous sign before the arrival of a destructive tide.

Their meager and limited knowledge was insufficient to comprehend the differences between dragon races, but their primal instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm instilled fear directly in them, forcing them to flee from the source of the calamity.

The ice trolls obeyed without question.

Therefore, Your Excellency White Dragon: The Guard of Bonewing-Gisirdra has been dissolved and established immediately without application or approval from its leaders, through the vote of its members!

Gisildra, now left with no one to command, was at a loss. After all, the ice trolls were not goblin kobolds that she could easily control; they were more like vassals than servants, leaving her truly helpless for the time being.

Realizing the situation, she immediately flapped her wings, raised her neck, and unleashed her brewing breath. The airflow, carrying frost, swept towards the uninvited guest, like a blizzard sweeping across the polar regions or a white blizzard in the dead of winter.

A dragon's shadow rose up amidst the wind and snow. Gisildra, who suddenly launched an attack, had no intention of fighting a powerful enemy. His seemingly fierce attack was actually no different from throwing lime and sand in a street fight.

As for what harm you can cause to the other party, that's really not the point; taking the opportunity to escape is the right thing to do.

And the Red Dragon?
Red Dragon seemed to have no reaction. He saw the other party's vigilance, fear, and tricks, but he just watched.

The eyes, as bright as jade, held none of the savage cruelty of an ordinary red dragon, but rather curiosity.

Sir Davidian's curiosity was unconditional, bordering on greedy; he wanted to take in every inch of the surrounding landscape.

Being imprisoned in the Mad Moon was no easy task, but thankfully there was the hope of going to Ferenc to release the wind.

Davian, who needed an eighth-level spell as an invitation, had been eagerly awaiting his chance to appear. However, the usually shrewd mage lord was willing to use an eighth-level summoning scroll to allow him to make his debut ahead of time.

The long-awaited sky and sunshine, the howling wind and snow, even when attacking in the form of a red dragon, Davian still greedily inhaled the frosty air.

Of course, he didn't forget his mission. If he made a fool of himself on his first appearance, the older brothers and sisters waiting to take the stage would have something to say.

Just as Gisildra was making a series of fancy maneuvers, thinking he could cover his escape, Davian's response was quite simple and straightforward.

The dragon swung its tail!

In the blink of an eye, a fiery red tail spun like a whip, lashing out with lightning speed, and the white dragon, which had only climbed a few meters, crashed on the spot.

MAN!

Meanwhile, the Crimson Dragon still had time to spread its wings and gently catch the blown-away Münster ice sculpture, carefully handing it over to the mage lord who had also arrived through the portal.

"That white dragon still has some value, let's not kill it yet."

Zhang Yuan hurriedly checked the big man's physical condition. Only after confirming that he had recovered his vital signs after the apparent death was lifted did he breathe a sigh of relief. Without looking up, he gave an order to the dragon knight and then used the Beven Leaf to treat Münster.

Mr. Zhang dismissed it lightly, and Davian didn't take it seriously either.

A mere white dragon might be a challenging hunting ceremony for a trainee knight to become a full-fledged knight, but to use this thing to test Sir Davian, who possesses the blood of a divine dragon, is the Grand Master of the Holy Knights of Uthorian, and a legendary dragon knight?

Are you kidding me?
As the advanced restoration spell ended, Münster's almost bloodless, pale body was enveloped in a rich green light symbolizing life force. When the light faded, the deathly aura vanished completely, and the large man seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, as if he would...

"Oh? Are you awake?"

"Captain? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me." "Looks like I'm still alive. Captain, you saved me, right?"

"What? Don't you wonder if you've encountered me in the underworld?"

The monk made a joke.

"No,"

The big guy struggled to sit up and shook his head violently:
"I've long considered my own death, but I can't imagine you, Captain, dying too,"

"When I saw you, I knew that death was just a false dream to me."

"Hahaha, my dear Münster, how come I never realized you had such a philosophical temperament? It's such a waste that you didn't become a poet of the North!"

The monk laughed heartily, a rare occurrence for him. It was so delightful, perhaps because the praise of an honest man was more pleasing, or perhaps because his old friend had come back from the dead. His laughter shook the snowflakes off the branches, causing Davian to turn his head curiously to look over.

"Ah! There's a dragon, a red dragon? How is that possible?"

Startled by the red dragon, Münster hurriedly got up to retrieve his sword, intending to remind his captain, but then he saw the other man looking calm and collected, even giving him a meaningful look.

Then he turned his head again to carefully observe the red dragon's movements...

The other party had one claw gripping the white dragon's neck, but otherwise showed no aggressive posture. However, its gaze seemed to be curiously observing the dragon.

Shouldn't it?
Münster suddenly realized something, and the mage's words quickly confirmed it:

"This is Sir Davian, a dragon knight from another world, and this is Münster. You might as well get to know each other."

“Thank you for your help, Sir Davidian,”

Münster placed his sword on his chest and bowed respectfully, then fixed his gaze on the captured white dragon:
"Defeat this ferocious beast, no, this evil dragon..."

That doesn't seem right either. Red Dragon isn't exactly a pushover either.
“Not every dragon in every world distinguishes between good and evil by color. Davian is a good dragon, no, I mean a good person!”

The monk tried to smooth things over for the big guy who was a bit stuck, but he almost got himself caught up in the mess.

"There is no need to hide it. The blood of the dragon has long been awakened within me. Right and wrong are only determined by my actions."

The dragon knight didn't care much about these things, and simply pushed the unlucky guy he was holding in front of the two of them.

"What the hell? I've seen a dragon lich!"

Gishildra, who had just recovered from her dizziness, was still in shock.

She wasn't unfamiliar with dragon tail attacks; in fact, she had just used one herself before, but this move by the opponent was simply unfair.

Because the other party's tail didn't even touch him, yet it knocked him unconscious through the air?!
How come I didn't know that our dragon race also has mind blast?
You red dragons secretly evolved without taking us with you, huh?

No matter how much speculation or grumbling there was, it couldn't change the fact that he was a prisoner. Giseldra, who tried to justify himself by saying that his territory had been invaded and he was forced to defend himself, was also exposed by Münster's account.

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