The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Before the dragon could utter its next sentence, the magic missile tore through the black mist, sweeping through the air currents and flying straight toward the group of dragons.

Brilliant fireworks exploded in the black mist as a missile struck an unfortunate dragon. The dragon, losing its balance, plummeted from the sky. Although it managed to regain its balance, the scales on its body clearly showed that the impact was considerable.

The dragons present fell into an eerie silence.

"Can...can we see where the missile was launched from?"

The aged dragon looked in the direction from which the missile had come: "My old eyes are failing, I can't see very clearly."

"It seems...it seems to have been launched directly from the air."

A young dragon said, somewhat incredulously, after all, he had just seen a flash of fire in the black mist, and then the missile flew right to his face.

A missile, significantly larger than expected, struck an unfortunate dragon. The dragons could understand this, since humans often like to keep something hidden as a trump card. However, what the dragons couldn't understand was how the missile seemed to have been launched directly from the sky.

However, this doubt did not last long. Soon, a group of giant dragons slowly appeared in the black mist—these were the dragons of this continent.

There weren't many dragons, and most of them flew rather cautiously, probably because they were mostly merchants. If you looked closely, you could also see some members of the Lantern Dream Church on the backs of these dragons, seemingly to protect their minds from being corrupted in the black mist.

Furthermore, some of these dragons carried a strange device on their backs, which seemed to resemble human missile launchers, but were much larger.

"Hey sis, this thing is way better than dragon breath."

A blue dragon pointed with its small claws to the strange device on its back.

Margaret, in her dragon form, complained, "These launches cost a fortune! And after you launched them, you rolled backward three times, almost leaving our allies behind. Are you sure you're okay?"

Margaret looked with some concern at the church member who was about to "dizzy" on her brother's other dragon claw.

"Don't worry, sis. I just didn't have any experience the first time. Besides, I've already regained allies, right? Why don't you give it a try? This thing is really much better than Dragon Breath."

From the very beginning, the dragons returning from the continent of Solon knew that their kind from the continent of Mu would come to stop them, and that they would be even more troublesome than those from the last war, since these kind had already allied with the human elves.

However, according to the Soren Dragon Clan, the dragons of Mu Continent had long been tamed by the Tower, lost their wildness, and were no longer a match for the Soren Dragon Clan.

The Sauron dragons had considered how they might encounter their kin, but none had imagined it would be like this.

Upon seeing the equipment on his fellow dragons, the old dragon in the Sauron dragon herd roared, "What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this! You've even had bridles put on you by humans! Do you have any honor as dragons?"

The blue dragon, having been rebuked, glanced at the other, aged dragon, pointed at itself with its claw, as if asking, "Me? I'm on a leash?"

Then, the blue dragon, representing wisdom, said to the old dragon in a serious tone, "No, I don't have any reins. If you mean this missile launcher, it's not a rein. If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate it for you again."

"Wait! Regus!"

Before Margaret could finish speaking, the blue dragon lowered its head and used its small claws to activate the mechanical device extending from the launch bay.

"call out--!"

A missile struck the unfortunate dragon next to the Azure Dragon at extremely high speed, which had just regained its balance after being hit earlier. This dragon was sent back to the palace for the second time, and was once again slammed down by the huge "bricklayer". This time, however, it was unable to regain its balance as before.

The blue dragon quickly regained its balance and did not tumble several times in the air as Margaret had previously described.

"No, if the altitude is too high, the magic will become disordered, which will affect the accuracy of the launch. There's nothing we can do about it, but it's still within the margin of error."

The blue dragon kept talking to itself, then seemed to realize something and said to the old dragon, "See, I told you this thing is much better than dragon breath."

On the tower, the tower members stared in disbelief at everything before them, then looked at the unofficial staff beside them who seemed to have known what was going to happen all along, but were still shocked.

Indeed, the only thing that could get a group of high-level professionals who were being threatened and forced to watch from the sidelines to join the battle was another group of dragons.

"It's even more outrageous than I thought."

The unofficial staff muttered to themselves, it was unclear whether they were talking about the powerful missiles or the dragons.

"I'm accepting human weapons now, and carrying them on my person. I don't even want to think about what I'll be carrying on my person in the future!"

The ancient dragon roared, and the surrounding Sauron dragons responded with roars of their own.

The blue dragon looked at its sister with an innocent expression, while Margaret comforted it expressionlessly, "It's not your fault, they've just lost their temper."

Just as the two dragons were about to clash, the sounds of massive armored vehicles clashing metal, engines roaring, and tracks crushing everything began to fill the battlefield.

Squads of Lars Knights led the way, followed by tank and armored units, and behind them, rows of heavy transport vehicles.

It was unclear what these transport vehicles were used to carry, since the items on the back of the vehicles were all wrapped in classic red, white and blue cloth strips. However, the Soren Dragons always felt inexplicably nervous when they looked at these transport vehicles. Judging from the shapes on the cloth strips, they should be rows of cylindrical objects that were wrapped up. These transport vehicles couldn't possibly be used to transport wood, could they?

Looking at the circling dragons, Myron, as the commander of this operation, ordered in the public dream: "Enter battle stance! Today, let's show these dragons what fireworks really are!"

Inside the tower, Lilith was also observing the battle. Although she knew what Myron had brought, her eyes still twitched when she picked up her binoculars and saw the car slowly approaching through the fog, its body draped in a classic, tacky red, white, and blue color scheme.