Something's not right!

As the silhouette of the juvenile dragon appeared, the ruthless Dark Elf executioner showed a drastic change in expression. The dragon completely ignored their Catman bait and had no intention of aiding it, instead diving directly towards the hidden Dark Elf archers lurking at the forest's edge.

"How can it spot the hidden ones?"

The bloodthirsty executioner wanted to rescue the archers but it was already too late.

——Dragon Breath Spray!

A cold Dragon Breath swept across the ground, and the three Dark Elf rogues nearby tried to draw their bows to counterattack, only to be engulfed by the descending Frost Dragon Breath. The surrounding air froze into frost, and the cold that penetrated their bones and blood rendered their bodies rigid, their skin turning dark green. In the heart of the Dragon Breath's coverage, someone forcibly drew a bow, and the string snapped in an instant, having lost its resilience. One of the Dark Elf's fingers broke on the spot, as if frozen limbs had snapped.

"Watch out! Its mana is mighty!" one Dark Elf mage warned.

A flame streaked across the sky.

The juvenile dragon's abdomen was pierced by a sharp arrow; even its sturdy dragon scales couldn't withstand the Dark Elf's enchanted arrows. A rain of dragon blood fell onto the ground, the flames howled past, exploding upon contact. The juvenile dragon groaned but charged right at the marked enemy unit, the Dark Elf mage.

——Fierce Dive.

The juvenile dragon's sharp dragon claw sliced through the air, accompanied by a dull explosion, shattered dragon scales, gushing blood, and a completely contorted Dark Elf corpse.

Her death resembled being smashed flat by a giant; the mobility of this giant dragon was beyond her imagination, predicting her every move.

Four dead, one injured.

Everything happened so fast that even the well-trained Dark Elf hunters couldn't react. By the time they came to, the remote units were almost entirely annihilated, leaving everyone looking visibly shocked.

So ruthless!

Even the most seasoned warrior wouldn't be so decisive.

"Impossible!"

"How can a juvenile dragon have such elaborate combat experience!"

The leading bloodthirsty executioner drew her weapon and dashed out. With the emergence of the juvenile dragon, the retreating Catman tribe suddenly experienced a surge of morale; Catman hunters desperately counterattacking even managed to kill a well-equipped Dark Elf hunter, exchanging lives for lives.

Dimension Space.

After eliminating the unit of Destruction Mage, Duncan immediately activated Dragon Roar.

——Dragon Roar - Frost.

A dull roar echoed, and a wave of air surged as circular shockwaves; the swirling snow forced back several enemies encircling them, and when they pushed forward again, an intangible heroic figure had already materialized beside the juvenile dragon.

——Monster Hunter - Duncan (Oathkeeper) (Love of the Witch) (Three-Star Silver Gray)!

The strength of the second human form is still slightly inferior, unable to summon Duncan as the King of Britain; only in the non-realistic Annihilation Plane can the first human form descend with the posture of an Immortal Heroic Spirit.

Now on the projection page, Duncan's consciousness is controlling the juvenile dragon, but the Monster Hunter can also issue commands and mental influences; however, more depends on the replicated combat experience rather than his personal operation.

The descending Monster Hunter has a strength akin to early Duncan but with an Oathkeeper longsword; having the Love of the Witch grants certain special abilities.

"Heroic Spirit?!"

"How can a giant dragon summon a human Heroic Spirit? Moreover, a named legend?"

The bloodthirsty executioner appeared serious; developments had already exceeded her expectations.

A round of confrontation.

The juvenile dragon's big moves almost all executed, but the enemy's sneaky ones were mostly annihilated, and with God's eye lock, the Dark Elf's stealth archers were ineffective against him, with most of the enemy's remote units dead.

Monster Hunter - Duncan leapt, and in the surprised gazes of the Dark Elves, the juvenile dragon actually bowed slightly, allowing the summoned Heroic Spirit to ride upon itself.

This scene made their scalp tingle!

What is happening?

Do dragons willingly become mounts? Moreover, become mounts for their summoned Heroic Spirits?

Everything happening now was abnormal.

What's even more abnormal was that the juvenile dragon's tail flicked, picking up the Dark Elf's Blood Pattern War Bow, and promptly the Heroic Spirit riding on the juvenile dragon reached out to grab the Elf War Bow, quickly nocking an arrow and aiming at the enemy directly ahead.

With the Elf War Bow in hand, Monster Hunter - Duncan's aura skyrocketed!

I ride on myself!

Duncan's consciousness was engaged in multi-line operation, but the Heroic Spirit relies on replicated combat experience, which compensates for various subtle details with instinct.

He had long envisioned scenarios when facing the Dark Elf hunters; the current events were thus postulated tactical simulations.

Eliminate the remote units first.

A wave of powerful strikes, killing as many enemies as possible, then summon the first human form Heroic Spirit to ride the second human form, creating a temporary 'Dragon Rider' status.

Whoosh!

An arrow whistled through the air.

A bloodthirsty Dark Elf hunter rushing forward clutched his throat and fell. Their enchanted war bows have immense power, inherently armor-piercing, comparable to the Nord Bow in the real world, but the latter is a divine artifact of the Middle Ages, suppressed by the law of reality, whereas the former is merely a Dark Elf standard enchanted war bow.

All elite Dark Elf squads have such enchanted war bows.

"Not good! It's the Dragon Knight!"

Within a few short turns, the tide of the battle had completely reversed.

The combat efficiency displayed by Monster Hunter - Duncan riding the juvenile dragon even exceeded the conceived scenario of Duncan riding a Druid. More terrifying was the seeming mental concurrency of the two, as the juvenile dragon rapidly charged while the Monster Hunter drew the Oathkeeper emphatically; in one second, the juvenile dragon's claw swept through the air, in the next, the Monster Hunter propelled forward, the Oathkeeper transforming into a chilling beam slicing down.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Pfft.

In the instant of direct confrontation, the juvenile dragon's wings spread open, its sturdy dragon bones deflecting the enemy's attacks. The dark elf's blood-red blade struck the dragon wing bone, sparking a shower of sparks, severely damaging what felt like steel-like dragon bones, with dragon scales and dragon blood splattering everywhere.

However, the true killer move wasn't the juvenile dragon's tearing bite.

Monster Hunter - Duncan advanced under the cover of the dragon wings. With a swoosh, his figure soared through the air, and Oathkeeper pierced directly through an enemy's heart. Then, gripping the longsword with both hands, a cold light flashed, and the head of another dark elf before him was beheaded on the spot.

Blood spurted wildly.

—Combat Form: Beheading.

The dragon tail howled.

At this moment, the juvenile dragon's tail lashed out like a heavy whip, sending the last dark elf in front of them flying. While the enemy was still in mid-air, Monster Hunter - Duncan flicked up a blood-red blade with his toe and threw it fiercely, piercing the enemy through and through.

The coordination between the two was extremely seamless, and the three dark elf blood hunters at the front were all slain outright.

Under the horrified gazes of the other dark elves.

The juvenile dragon's wings drooped slightly, and the summoned heroic spirit lightly touched with his toes, landing once again on the dragon's spine.

This scene completely overturned their previous understanding!

There were spells to summon heroic spirits in this world, but they only retained certain combat instincts from their past lives. It was simply impossible for them to coordinate with a juvenile dragon to achieve such astonishing results.

At this moment, the roles of attack and defense reversed.

The surrounding dark elf hunters were a small squad of thirteen, most with close to three-star strength, also equipped with several stealth archers. In the world of the second human form, everyone could learn spells, and most adults, after receiving certain combat training, were marked with a one-star whiteboard status.

In the terms of Dungeons and Dragons, anyone here was considered a professional.

Also, due to the widespread nature of magical power, the star mark was slightly inflated in the world of the second human form.

"Retreat!"

After seeing the juvenile dragon and the monster hunter seamlessly cooperate to kill three, the leading dark elf executioner decisively ordered a retreat. Things had spiraled out of her control; they were here for a mission in the Northern Land and couldn't all die here.

That juvenile dragon was extremely strange!

Even she couldn't instantly detect her stealthy companions, but that dragon did so effortlessly. Such an ability could be deemed the natural enemy of all stealth masters.

They weren't prepared enough and had fallen to a disadvantage.

"Think you can leave?"

Duncan's expression was cold, enlarging the map on the projection page. Then the juvenile dragon took to the sky. Despite the severe injuries to the second human form, having been hit by several arrows and a fireball, thanks to its engraved regeneration ability, its life bar was gradually recovering.

Not good!

How is it tracking us?

These dark elves were also extremely seasoned warriors, but they'd never faced such an enemy before. The surviving blood hunters scattered, fleeing rapidly, with some even pulling out alchemical potions to drink, running with the speed of a panther.

Yet it was still no use!

The juvenile dragon's figure swept through the air, and Monster Hunter - Duncan already had the elf war bow drawn, whether they vanished into the forest, slipped into shadows, or used obstacles to avoid sight. None of it worked.

An arrow whizzed through the air.

Pfft.

Blood splattered.

A dark elf hunter fleeing at full speed was directly shot through the back. Their elf arrows were enchanted, enhanced with armor-piercing properties, ruthless even against their own kind.

"If the first human form were here, they would probably have all been shot dead by now?"

Dimension Space.

Duncan tried viewing the monster hunter's attribute panel. As expected, only archery was at the master level, while the other combat skills were at expert level, noticeably lacking.

Not a single one can escape!

If they let them get away, it would be endless trouble.

Mark enemy units.

The juvenile dragon's figure rapidly soared. After taking down one fleeing enemy, it immediately turned to target a second.

In the dragon knight form, after merging, it boasted both ranged and melee capabilities, as well as the mobility of flight.

As long as the first wave eliminated the enemy's ranged units, Duncan had complete control.

—Blood Executioner (Beheader) (Recovery School) (Four-Star Silver Gray).

An arrow shot out.

The fleeing dark elf groaned, but soon a glimmer appeared on her body. After pulling out the arrow, the wound was already healed.

These executioners excelled in brutal interrogation.

The recovery spells they used were honed by torturing captives—torturing them halfway to death, then casting recovery spells, repeating the cycle until the target could no longer endure the torment and begged for mercy.

A complete dark elf squad included healers, elite warriors, stealth experts, hidden archers, destruction mages, and so on.

If not for Duncan's god's-eye view, which perfectly countered stealth archers, these dark elves would've had the power to annihilate the Catman tribe.

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