Chapter 138: Massacre in hell
"Our forces were greatly attacked." Kyle muttered, staring back at the tropes of prisoners. as what were once hundreds if not thousands, were now lesser than their prior numbers.
[The reason you lost most of the prisoners is because of the wraith’s. Their ghostly phantom like presence, gives them a great advantage in battle. As they can’t be easily hit or killed, whereas they could easily kill them.] Sighing Kyle already knew it, but still it was just too tough to accept. He had a legion of prisoners escaped from the cells of hell, but now they were nothing more than hundreds. The first town like area they encountered, was occupied with goblins and trolls. Though strong, the prisoners could still land a hit on them and eventually kill them.
But advancing forward there was a mixture of the goblins, trolls, wraiths and these strange birdlike creatures that looked like dragons.
"Wait.. the birds!" Kyle panicked, realizing he’d totally forgotten about the strange dragon like birds. A swooshing sound pierced the air as Kyle looked up towards the source.
There he could see one of the dragon like birds, descending at him with full speed. It’s mouth extended, as a bright ball of red could be seen swirling in it.
Not taking any chances Kyle leapt back in time, just before the creature fired the swirling ball of flame. The football sized flame was fast, landing where Kyle once stood in no time.
’Boom!’
The moment it touched the ground, it exploded upon impact. Making a small hole and scarring the ground more dark, with spider crack lines running across the floor.
[Kyle those are rank E lava dragon birds. Aerial defenders of hell. They’re mainly known for their ability to shoot balls of lava from their mouth, stealth, and godlike speed reaching up to 180km/s. With their hard dragon like scales acting as tough defense, making them a valuable point of both attack and defense.]
’Damn it! another rank e creature.’ Kyle grunted a bit frustrated. He could see the bird was fast, swooping into the air descending like a rocket. Swinging his hands, Kyle shot out balls of dark flames to which the bird swiftly avoided.
’Boom!’