Chapter 50 - 49: Stop Fighting
A suddenly stressed and furious Red Hatchling Dragon was often far more dangerous than a ravenous Northeast Tiger.
It could even be said that this desperate Red Dragon, trying to break out, was no less formidable than David had been when he was paralyzed by drugs and covered in wounds.
Moreover, to prevent the High Elf prisoners of war from having a chance to rebel during the dragon-hunting mission, David hadn’t equipped them with any lethal weapons.
What they had were only a few wooden arrows coated with paralyzing agents, provided mainly to about a dozen Elves who, led by Yevgeny, had shown clearer signs of capitulation.
The others were either holding hempen nets or the dragon-hunting iron chains that David and his sister had broken.
These Elves, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, had valued their own lives greatly when they first faced David. Now, stripped of their weapons, they hardly dared to directly confront such a reckless and tenacious creature.
Each of them was like an apprentice matador in a bullfighting arena, nervously holding nets and chains from a distance. Upon the Red Dragon’s charge, they threw down their nets and scattered.
But these tactics, clearly aimed at a live capture, seemed to confirm Lizrite’s suspicions. She used all the strength she would have reserved for fighting her siblings for food. While avoiding the sparse but clearly treacherous arrows and the Frost Breaths fired by the Silver Dragon and White Dragon from behind, she crashed her way towards her nest.
Occasionally, by sheer fluke, a net or iron chain thrown by one of the fumbling Elves would ensnare her. However, with an impact force comparable to a grown wild boar, the Red Hatchling Dragon could not be stopped. Two somewhat more stubborn but unlucky Elves didn’t release their hold in time like their companions. They were immediately dragged like victims caught under the wheels of a hit-and-run female driver’s car and, in the blink of an eye, crashed into tree roots and were knocked unconscious.
Seeing that such a large group of Elves had been mobilized only to make such a laughable mess, David, who had been pursuing her like a cheetah, exploded with curses on the spot:
"A bunch of trash! Did none of you eat breakfast?"