Chapter 25 - 24: Staged Accident
The icy killing intent from the Red Dragon finally jolted Yevgeny into full awareness amid the incessant buzzing in her head. Struggling to stand with the aid of her adjutant, she ordered everyone to fall back while she herself retreated.
Under normal circumstances, hardly anyone would be foolish enough to directly challenge a fully enraged Red Dragon. But in their current predicament, if this Red Dragon didn’t die, they would all perish! And it would be a horrible death.
The High Elves had no choice but to grit their teeth. Suppressing their dizziness and discomfort, they raised their longswords, magic wands, and chains, and riding their Pegasi, they renewed their assault.
However, facing the Elves’ combined ground and air assault, and their swift, sharp attacks, David charged like a heavy combat truck with its pedal to the metal, hell-bent on crushing their commander.
THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!
David was determined to kill the Elf commander. He ignored all non-fatal stabs and entangling vine spells, weathering them with his physical body. In just a few seconds, this elite squad—composed of over a dozen Elf Rangers, Sword Dancers, Moonshadow Assassins, and two Spellcasters—had riddled him with so many wounds he looked like a porcupine. Their weapons remained embedded in him; the Elves themselves were sent flying.
Some were knocked unconscious against tree trunks on impact. Others, propped up on the filthy snow, looked around in disarray. Still others were pinned by their falling, screaming Pegasi, vomiting blood and unable to rise.
Relying entirely on his ’heavy armor’—which possessed the qualities of both Metal Dragons and Chromatic Dragons—and his brutally overwhelming charge, these Elven professionals were utterly outmatched. Under normal circumstances, they could have easily hunted a young dragon, or even threatened an adolescent one, but now they were no match for him!
"Die!!!"
Having successfully closed in on Yevgeny, David swiped a claw, sending her sword-drawing adjutant flying. Then, the bone spurs at the tips of his wings, longer than his claws, pierced through Yevgeny’s arms as she attempted to cast a spell with hand gestures. With a sickening thud, he pinned her body to the trunk of a winterwood tree.
"Ahhh! Save... me..."