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Chapter 524 The Trapped Old Dragon

After the "Numerology" cancelled the wind field control technique, the two Rum tribe flying dragons that intercepted Helot at low altitude were immediately exposed to the white dragon Albert who was firing at full power.

These two flying dragons were completely not in the same league as the nearly pure white dragon. Whether it was speed, mobility, or strength, there was at least a generation gap. If they could add a flying dragon of the same level, perhaps they could still deal with the white dragon with clever cooperation.

But now, Benister has already retreated and shows no sign of wanting to provide support.

They and their riders are abandoned!

And behind the white dragon is Helot, the holy wizard who has withdrawn all his energy.

Although Helot's magic power was severely overdrawn and it was difficult for him to launch a fierce attack, even if he just released a few buff spells, it would be able to add some strength to the already powerful White Dragon.

The battle ended very quickly without any suspense. When Milica hurried over, Klusha had already controlled the white dragon and killed both dragons and their riders.

The sky returned to calm, with only the remnants of magic shaking and flashing with a faint halo from time to time.

In this battle, the Rum tribe suffered heavy losses, including the loss of seven dragons and the carefully trained dragon knights. Benister fled with his golden dragon seriously injured. Even the airship "Numberth" had a mast broken due to improper speed-up operation.

Helot, Krusha, and Mirika gathered together and looked up at the "Number of Destiny" in the sky, alert for the possible outbreak of another battle. At this moment, they have reached their limit. Except for Mirika, who still has the strength to fight, Helot and Bailong are actually holding on.

At this time, the thunderstorm had left the sky, and they couldn't help but wonder whether the "Destiny" still had the determination to continue fighting.

Benister returned to the "Numerology" and was standing on the bow, staring down. He had the idea of ​​taking the two remaining dragons on the ship and attacking again, but he was worried about failing again.

He was not afraid of the female swordsman Mirika who was fighting against him. Although Mirika was very strong, her strength could be felt and measured. Even if he was defeated by her, he would know clearly why he lost.

However, the human holy wizard made Benister feel terrified and fearful from the bottom of his heart.

The strength of the Holy Mage was hard to guess, and his influence on the battlefield was hard to predict. But it was certain that his use and control of magic had reached a strategic level. With such a mage in the opponent's sight, Benister did not have the courage to attack again and had to swallow the bitter fruit of this battle.

He really couldn't afford the cost of failure again. Once he failed, not only would his life be in danger, but the "Destiny" which had lost the protection of the flying dragon would also become the enemy's trophy.

In the end, Benister was unwilling to give in. Looking at his opponents who were ready to fight, he gritted his teeth and ordered a retreat.

The "Fortune" slowly turned its bow and sailed out of the airspace.

When the huge airship gradually flew away and disappeared at the end of the sky, the white dragon Albert could no longer hold on and could not help but wail in pain. It was already seriously injured from being pierced by a crossbow arrow and burned by the dragon's breath fire. Finally, it fought hard against the two flying dragons, and the violent movements pulled at the wounds, making the injuries even more serious.

Now that the threat was lifted, the severe pain from the backlash made it unbearable no longer.

The white dragon used up its last bit of strength, spread its huge wings, and glided towards the "Flying". When it landed, it was no longer able to adjust its posture, and its huge body crashed directly onto the deck, then slid all the way, knocking down everything that blocked it, and was finally stopped by the edge of the ship, avoiding falling into the sea.

Seeing this, the crew of the "Flying" rushed over immediately. They worked together to pull out Korosa who was pressed under the dragon, quickly fed the white dragon a healing potion, and then began to treat the wounds. Korosa endured the pain and followed to treat the white dragon. Looking at the white dragon's wounds, as strong as she was, her eyes could not help but turn red, and tears almost burst out: "Hold on, you must hold on. We will go back to the Three-Headed Dragon Island now, and I will find the best doctor to heal you..."

At the same time, Helot and Mirika landed on the deck.

After Milica released the "Angel Possession", she staggered and almost fell. She quickly reached out to hold Helot's shoulders and barely stood firm. She subconsciously covered her abdomen, and a faint light shone through her fingers. It turned out that the magic-breaking effect of the crossbow arrow was still taking effect.

Seeing this, Helot asked with concern: "What's the situation?"

Mirika cast a spell to forcibly close the wound, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, it doesn't affect me much. I just didn't expect the magic-breaking effect of the crossbow arrow to be so strong... I don't know if the white dragon can survive it."

Helot followed Milica's gaze and looked at the white dragon who was receiving treatment.

It can be seen that the white dragon was hit by three crossbow arrows, and the various enchantments on the arrows caused the wounds to bleed continuously. The doctors on the ship are using various potions to remove the enchantments on the arrows, but it is hard to predict whether the white dragon can survive in the end. It depends on its vitality and luck.

Seeing Helot and Milica return, Zeke and the human warriors quickly surrounded them.

Unlike the worried faces of the crew members of the "Flying", they were all excited with flushed faces and in high spirits.

“Master Helot, and the beautiful Miss Milica…” Zeke saluted respectfully to Helot first, then turned his gaze to Milica. He did not show any disrespect to Milica because she was a follower. He saluted her respectfully as well, and then could not hide his excitement. He spoke incessantly: “This is the most wonderful battle I have ever seen since I can remember! The moment you spread your wings of light and rushed towards the enemy dragon, we felt as if we were really blessed by angels. My blood is still boiling now. If I could fly, I would really like to fight alongside you immediately! You are heroes, heroes of our Holy Continent!”

The others were also very excited and talked about how they felt at the moment.

They were so excited not only because they witnessed a wonderful battle, but also because Master Helot was their direct superior. In their minds, this battle was almost like a joint participation of them. At this moment, some people felt as if they were still floating in the clouds, imagining fighting with the dragons.

Helot looked at the excited crowd with a gentle expression, and said to Zeke: "There will be many opportunities to fight side by side in the future. You should restrain our people and don't disturb the crew of the 'Flying'."

Zeke then realized that their celebration was indeed somewhat inappropriate for the crew of the "Flying" who were focusing on emergency treatment of the white dragon.

"Yes, Master Helot." Zeke responded quickly, quickly gathered the human soldiers and left the deck to the busy crew.

At this time, Klusha came over. She was in a very low mood and was full of worry about the white dragon, but she still said to Helotte very sincerely: "Master Helotte and Miss Milica, on behalf of the entire crew, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you. If it weren't for your help, we would have been killed by the Rum tribe and our bodies would have been thrown into the sea. You are the great benefactors of all the crew members of the Flying Ship. In the future, as long as you call us, we will come immediately to serve you."

Having said that, Klusha saluted Helot and Mirika with the most solemn etiquette.

The corners of Helot's mouth slightly raised, and he jokingly broke the dull atmosphere: "Why don't you waive our commission for this commission first."

"Of course, we will definitely not charge a commission for this commission." Kelusha responded without hesitation, "However, the wind element generator of the Flying Ship has broken down, and Albert is in urgent need of a better doctor. We have to return to the Three-Headed Dragon Island first. Once the Flying Ship is ready, we will come out to catch the dragon for you."

"Is the wind element generator broken?" Helot calmed down and felt the magic field on the ship, and found that it was much weaker than before. He said to Korosa: "I know some magic machinery maintenance techniques, can I try to repair it? If we rely on the sea breeze to return, it will take a lot of time."

But Lusa naturally understood what Helot meant by "delay". Albert was in critical condition, and every minute and every second was crucial. The sooner they arrived at the Three Dragon Island, the more hope there would be for his survival.

Thinking of this, Kolosa did not hesitate too much. She had seen Helot's powerful magic ability, and he could even successfully crack such a large-scale wind field control spell. Maybe there was really a way to repair the wind element generator.

"Please follow me, Master Helot..."

Helot followed Krusha and walked into the cabin that he had been curious about since he got on board. This time, he finally had the opportunity to take a good look at the structural layout of this airship.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the Misty Islands, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, and a black shadow wrapped in a strong wind whistled across the sky.

The thunderstorm that successfully escaped from danger finally returned to its "home".

It was an island covered with large obsidian. The obsidian chips on the island were lined up in rows, with extremely sharp edges and magical streamers that shuttled through like agile snakes. If you accidentally hit it, you would be cut in half in an instant. Of course, this was not a difficult task for Thunderstorm, and it even enjoyed the excitement of passing through the gaps between the obsidian chips at high speed.

Thunderstorm was agile and nimble, flying between the obsidian chips. After flying for a distance, it suddenly dived down and plunged into a round hole, entering the interior of the obsidian island.

"Gurgle... Gurgle..." Strange sounds continued to be heard in the cave, and as the thunderstorm deepened, the sounds became louder and louder.

With a puff, the thunderstorm landed smoothly. The space it was in was pitch black, and the only light source came from the hole above its head. The weak light could only illuminate the area within a radius of less than ten meters where the thunderstorm was located.

Thunderstorm folded its huge wings, and the sharpness in its eyes faded away, replaced by a docile look, and it even made a "woooo" sound as if it was acting coquettishly.

At this time, an old and steady voice sounded from the darkness: "You are back, my child, did you have fun today?"

When Leibao heard this, he instantly felt aggrieved. His nose twitched slightly, his eyes turned red, and tears were about to come out. He kept whimpering, as if he was telling about his experience.

That voice sounded again: "You were bullied? How is that possible! In the Misty Islands, nothing can catch up with you. Even if you look at the entire plane, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to compete with you in speed."

Seeing that the other party seemed unconvinced, Thunderstorm began to babble anxiously, flapping his wings and swinging his body, using rich body language to try to describe to the other party what he had encountered...

"Wind element confinement technique? I didn't expect that a trap targeting you would be invented so quickly. I have long reminded you not to be too conspicuous when flying, as if you wish the whole world would notice you. This world is full of surprises... However, I don't seem to have the right to say anything to you. It is because I am too arrogant that I have been trapped here for hundreds of years and have not been able to get out until now." There was a hint of self-mockery in the old voice.

Thunderstorm was full of concern and wanted to walk into the darkness and get closer to the owner of the voice.

But he was stopped by the other party: "Don't even think about saving me. Your mother is a dragon that only knows how to swallow. I have been stuck in her throat for so long, and she never thought of spitting me out. I don't know how such a stupid dragon can give birth to a clever kid like you."

After hearing this, Thunderstorm quickly retracted his claws that were about to step out of the illuminated area, and then let out a long roar upwards, as if telling his mother: Spit out the dragon in your throat quickly.

However, the only response was the same unchanging "gurgling" sound. The thunderstorm immediately hung its head in dejection like a deflated ball.

"Don't worry about me." The old voice gently comforted Lei Bao, "This is a contest of lifespan. As a giant dragon, I believe I will be the winner in the end. You just said... an angel saved you."

"Woo..." Thunderstorm responded softly.

"There is another human." After a moment of silence, the old voice continued, "The collision of planes has not yet entered the stage of material circulation, and the world order has begun to collapse. The black dragon Ashton killed the Gloomy King, the ruler of death, and the undead who live in harmony with the world have invaded the Endless Sea in large numbers. Now even the angels from the Holy Continent have come. I really don't know which plane will collapse and completely "die" this time. Child, you must protect yourself and don't rely too much on your talent. Otherwise, next time, you may not be as lucky as today. You know, even I am a little jealous of your talent."

"Woo..." Thunderstorm responded with a confused look.

"Okay, let's end this boring lecture and start an even more boring lesson. Today I will teach you how to deal with the wind element confinement spell..."

Hearing this, Lei Bao immediately sat up straight and pretended to listen attentively.

But who could have thought that as soon as the old dragon started to lecture, it would lie on the ground and fall asleep.

The thrilling experience just now really scared it!