Any creature capable of using a spit attack must gather strength again to launch multiple attacks. Even the black dragon under Lynch, whose abilities have almost reached the pinnacle of dragonkind, must abide by this rule. The little chimera, after the all-out attack just now, temporarily lacks the strength to use its spit.

Without this long-range attack capability, and with their claws unable to penetrate the black dragon's tough scales, in just a moment, the majestic chimera becomes like a small chick left for a falcon's slaughter.

After several charges, the black dragon flew away, flaunting its might, leaving only a blood rain constantly falling from the sky.

In such succession, several snake-man fortresses were attacked to varying degrees. The combat power the black dragon displayed in the air was something those unprepared snake-men simply couldn't withstand. The effects caused by bows and crossbow bolts were negligible, at most temporarily forcing the black dragon to retreat.

However, Lynch did not take a destructive action against the Snake-man Fortress at this time; he had other plans. As a Great Mage, he could easily use very powerful destructive spells to turn the land within sight into a sea of fire in an instant. By just uttering a few words, Lynch could make the earth crack open, causing those sturdy walls and fortresses to fall into the magma-filled rock depths. However, tactical success does not equate to strategic victory. While Lynch "bullies" these solitary snake-man settlements, the great serpent could equally use considerable force to damage the Five Realms Fortress and the lands behind it. If this continues, aside from Lynch ensuring triumph, the rest of the alliance could turn into scorched earth.

Therefore, Lynch needs to weaken the great serpent as much as possible, but he must also keep it from launching an enraged full-scale attack right now. Although the mage always suspects that behind the snake-men currently lying low, there must be a more sinister plan, they too must be stockpiling strength, readying for a deadly strike. But for the alliance, currently at a disadvantage, gathering time is even more precious.

So Lynch tapped the black dragon's head, making it leave a pile of acrid acid in the center of the Snake-man Fortress, and then it left the battlefield, continuing to fly eastward.

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On the other hand, ever since Soka and his group arrived at the Five Realms Fortress, it has become livelier. The newly harvested grain from the All-Knowing Tower has already been baked into fragrant soft bread and distributed to every soldier. In the camp, large pots have been set up, with chunks of meat, bones still included, mixed with cherries and lemons, cooking over warm fires, emitting waves of alluring aromas. Deluo rolled up his sleeves, carrying a large sack of potatoes, walking across the camp's open space. He carefully avoided others' gazes to prevent hearing more of those "kind-hearted" laughs.

This was not just because he "invented" fruit stews, removing the greasy parts from the dish, leaving only the refreshing aroma; it was also because he didn't want others to see his current miserable look—his once handsome face was now covered in bluish-purple bruises, with white bandages still wrapped from his neck to his chin.

"Damn martial monk! Why the face of all places!" Whenever Deluo thought of this, he wore an angry expression. The horizontally tightened muscles tugged at his facial wounds, bringing wave after wave of pain. "Damn it, next time, I'll order a knight helmet too! Just like Wislin! That pretty boy didn't get hurt at all!"

He threw the sack of potatoes forcefully onto the ground, as if body-slamming the martial monk. The innocent potatoes crashed into fragments on the ground with a groan.

Just a week earlier, several assassins attempted to assassinate Wislin but were thoroughly beaten by Deluo and the dwarf Morgan. To prevent this from happening again, Deluo volunteered to investigate the matter. Two days ago, they discovered the assassins' hideout; naturally, several headstrong warriors, driven by hot blood, carried their familiar weapons, shouted, kicked open the door, and charged in.

The initial battle was decidedly one-sided; Deluo's double-headed sword ripped the assassins into shreds like a meat grinder. However, the opponent's leader was very powerful, with swift movements and a very unique fighting style, causing Deluo quite a loss. If not for Wislin and Morgan coming to aid after handling their own opponents, Deluo might not have been able to capture the guy.

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