Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Arthur's gains from each battle were stored carefully inside Gege's garden world. He crushed ten armies alone, making him gain twenty-five dead corpses.

"Barely enough," he loved this game while he knew he lacked another seventy-five corpses. "Are there any more armies coming here?"

'No, it seems the news of you killing their reinforcements reached their ears already,' Gege said, 'I spotted a few armies coming here before turning around and leaving.'

"Damn!" Arthur felt he lost a great chance today, "sigh, at least I know I can have more in the future."

The total armies they all killed numbered twenty-three. He alone killed ten while the other three disposed of the rest.

The main factor in this was his fast way in killing grandmasters. Instead of directly clashing with them, he sent his elites first to wear them down before he landed the final blow using his portals.

No one from the other three could rival such a tactic. Even Amera found it hard to fight two or even three grandmasters at one time.

"Where are they?" As there was nothing else to do here, Arthur started to fly directly towards the main base of the enemy.

He was quite sure he would have many more corpses from that base.

'They are coming in your direction,' Gege said, 'and I informed them to bring the dead bodies of the grandmasters they killed.'

"Hmm... That makes me have almost sixty-four, right?" he paused before his smile became wider, "I only have thirty-six to be able to summon my first hundred special dragons, hahaha."

He was so much excited about his dragons summoned by his dragomancer ability more than killing the grandmasters. If not for his only one shot to use this ability limited to one time per day, he would have already used it on what he had.

Just before he could see the big walls of the stronghold lying up ahead, he saw three rays of light coming fast towards him.

"You are finally here," Amera said as she was the first to reach him.

"Says the one arriving later than me," Arthur laughed before nodding to the other two.

"Here," Doaf waved his hand and corpses of the deceased grandmasters appeared. The other two did the same while Arthur simply let Gege take them all inside his garden.

"What about this fort?" The crow asked before his eyes narrowed, "I can sense a dreadful aura coming from there."

Arthur nodded as he already noticed this. The amount of the higher dark energy here seemed much more than he expected.

'Gege...' he gave her the order and she instantly responded.

'There are forty grandmasters there,' she said before adding, 'the issue is that they came with a lot of their elites. I bet they emptied their clans up there and brought anyone strong enough to fight you.'

"Humph," Arthur didn't show any serious reaction to her words, but his reaction attracted the attention of the other three.

"What's wrong?" Amera asked.

"They brought many grandmasters from the higher realms to here," Arthur said, "plus a lot of their elites."

"That's good to hear," the crow said before noticing the grand shield getting activated around the fort, "let's start destroying this first, what do you think?"

Arthur felt something was odd here, but he nodded in agreement. "Go and make sure you are ready to welcome any trap," he warned as he felt there was something he couldn't see yet.

The entire fortress was covered in pitch black aura, making him unable to know exactly how many there were or if there was a trap hidden somewhere.

So he refrained from going forward while the three went ahead and started summoning their elites.

'What about you?' the golden dragon asked, 'you won't join? Won't summon your force?'

"Not yet," Arthur slowly said, "I feel we walked inside a den of monsters."

'Ding! I can't feel anything abnormal here,' the system said.

'And there is no more than I told you about,' Gege added.

"I know," Arthur nodded, "but... something is constantly nagging me, like I miss something here."

Arthur didn't like this feeling at all. However he had nothing in his power to change it. He remained behind watching the first clash of his three pillars and their forces against the shield.

Endless streams of attacks fell over the shield and shook it entirely. But they failed to cause any considerable damage.

"Oh, this will take longer than expected," Arthur couldn't help but sigh while watching the faint cracks caused by some attacks getting repaired at once.

The quality of this shield was on par with those of the higher realms. However the opponents were all high realmers as well. The shield could stand for some time, but eventually it would crack.

Arthur thought for a second there the enemy would drive all their forces combined to stop the attacking forces. It seemed like the most logical approach here, considering that it would buy the shield valuable time to get repaired when getting closer to destruction.

However the more the fight went on, no one moved a finger. That was peculiar though, and Arthur couldn't help but feel more intimidated by this.

"Something... is certainly off," he muttered while moving his eyes around.

He checked the area around this big fortress. The fortress of the enemy consisted of a central citadel surrounded by long and towering walls.

There were around five layers of walls inside, something that Arthur imagined to be used to generate more shields if needed.

"They... are stalling for time," Arthur reached this conclusion when the first shield went down after three long hours of constantly attacking it. And yet another shield appeared from the second row of walls the next instant.

That made him think of what they could possibly do in such a situation. His enemies weren't fools, and they surely weren't afraid.

Fear would drive anyone to commit mistakes, just like rage.. However from what he could see, they were strangely patient, making not a single mistake ever.