Warlord: King of All Clans

In the battle with the mad dragon Kreidaron, Had was also seriously injured, but he was very strong and could move without any hindrance for the time being.

Under Leo's astonished gaze, Had walked to his side, pulled the Frost Sword out of the dragon's skull, and looking at the crack, he guessed the cause of its death.

Hard Beowulf touched the blade of the Frost Sword with dragon blood and said, "The sword chooses its master. Inisnek slew a dragon in your hands and bathed in dragon blood. You are its new master."

As he said this, he stuffed the Frost Sword into Leo's arms and said, "After all, I am old and can no longer fight many battles. If I continue to hold on to it, it will only delay it."

Leo's limbs were all bandaged with plaster bandages, making it impossible for him to hold the sword, but with the Frost Sword lying in his arms, he could feel an inexplicable connection with it.

One man and one sword, bathing in dragon blood and absorbing dragon soul at the same time, as if there was an extra layer of blood connection. When Leo's mind moved slightly, the heavy Frost Sword vibrated slightly, as if in response.

Leo stopped smiling and said solemnly: "Count Hard, I will treat it well."

Only then did he suddenly realize that Earl Hard's temples had turned gray.

Back in Frovald, Hader was still in his forties, a typical strong northern man. Now if you look closely, you can see wrinkles on his face.

His eldest daughter, Taran, is in her early thirties, and his actual age is over fifty, but as a high-level transcendent, she looks young.

It seems that this earl has suffered a lot during the past two years of fighting.

As night fell, the various groups noticed the fall of the Red Dragon, and gradually restored their organization and gathered together.

The appearance of the mad dragon Kreidaron almost led to the great defeat of the Five Lords' coalition. Kurolov and Fruilov in the north were a little further away, but they could still barely maintain their organization.

However, the Odalov Legion next to the River Bend Legion collapsed after retreating several miles, and the soldiers fled frantically, and they have not been able to gather together yet.

The army that Grand Duke Mitchell gave to his second son Grant were all elite warriors, and such a thing would not happen even in a major defeat, but this time the enemy turned into a holy dragon.

Under the shock of the dragon's roar, the soldiers were not scared crazy, but their wills were firm.

The same was true for Had's army of barbarians. Although the distance was far, the military discipline of the barbarians was chaotic and they were reluctant to move out of camp. They were caught in a long-range breath of the red dragon, and hundreds of barbarian warriors were reduced to ashes.

Fortunately, the wild folk warriors grew up fighting monsters in the snow-capped mountains of the north, and their willpower was stronger than that of the soldiers in other legions. They did not disperse even after being defeated, and they quickly regrouped.

When Leo saw this scene, he felt even more deeply the power of the Holy Order.

A half-crippled Saint is already so terrifying, a Saint in peak state is even more unimaginable.

This is also the reason why the saints from all sides are reluctant to go into battle. Once their blood bar is exposed, they will have the chance to be targeted.

Even if both sides are killed and wounded, it will only benefit the third party.

If it was Leo stationed in Clemens, with such a trump card in his hand, he would never release the red dragon.

Instead, he would take the envoys from various legions to visit the place where the red dragon was imprisoned and tell them the consequences of attacking him.

The Holy Stage is the nuclear bomb of this world. The threat before launch is far more terrifying than after launch.

Strong also sent a message via Pegasus, asking the retreating River Bend Legion to turn around immediately, set up artillery positions overnight, and guard the side of the red dragon's corpse.

The corpse of a holy dragon is as valuable as an earl's main city!

Due to the deterrence of the River Bay Legion and several high-level warriors, there was no looting among the five legions. However, they did not dare to touch the dragon corpse. However, they could go into the wild to collect the dragon blood and broken dragon scales spilled along the way.

The Mad Dragon Kredaron was a Saint-level dragon hundreds of years ago. After being imprisoned for hundreds of years, he became extremely weak, with his wings broken. He could neither fly nor release Saint-level dragon language magic.

In terms of overall combat power, it is only at the peak level of level nine, or a level ten creature that has just entered the holy level and has not yet mastered holy spells.

But its body is still of the saintly level.

In addition to the priceless dragon crystals, dragon teeth, and dragon claws, the remaining dragon meat, dragon blood, dragon skin, and dragon scales are also priceless.

The dragon scales on the dragon's body are of different sizes and are not the same on each part. The largest dragon scale is as big as a city gate, and the smallest dragon scale is only the size of a palm.

Most dragon scales are about the same size as a shield.

A shield made of dragon scales, even without any enchantment, can withstand any low- to mid-level spells and physical attacks based on its own material.

If it falls into the hands of an alchemist, it can be made into a high-level magic shield. If a mid-level extraordinary person holds it in his hands, he can withstand the bombardment of high-level spells.

The ogre artillerymen of the River Bend Legion also made full use of their racial talents, running around in the wild in the dark, and using their powerful sense of smell, they led the human soldiers to collect the lost dragon blood and dragon scales.

Several Kobold Gunsmiths soon found a pool of blood and surrounded it, shouting, "Woof woof woof! Dragon blood! Come quickly!"

This is a large pool of dried dragon blood, which burned the ground black and is still warm.

If you collect all of them together, it would probably weigh more than ten kilograms.

Behind them were teams of River Bay Musketeers, who had heard the news and were rushing to collect the information.

A kobold artilleryman smelled the dragon's blood and couldn't suppress his inner hunger. He rushed forward and swallowed a piece of dried dragon's blood in one gulp.

Then he began to struggle and scream in fear. The dog-headed gunner, who was originally a devilish muscular man, lost his hair rapidly, his skin cracked, and his muscles and skeleton grew wildly.

His companions looked at this scene in horror and stepped back in fear.

When the River Bend Musketeers approached with torches to investigate, they saw a strange creature two meters tall, covered with bone spurs and red fish scales, curled up on the dragon's blood.

He still has a canine head, but his body is slender and strong, more like a lizard man.

A kobold gunsmith yelled, "Woof woof woof! He's still alive!"

Seeing that he was not dead, several ogre artillerymen stared at the dragon blood on the ground with greedy eyes.

The musketeer captain who arrived slapped the Kobold Gunsmith on the back of his head and shouted, "Collect all the spoils and distribute them after the battle. Get to work!"

This group of ogre artillerymen, after swallowing the dragon's blood and mutating, began to continue sniffing and searching honestly.

By daybreak, there was nothing valuable outside the western wall of Clemens except the corpse of a huge red dragon.

Leo sat in a wheelchair that was built overnight by military craftsmen, and was pushed by Freya for a race outside the military camp.

Outside the military camp was loose soil that had been burned by high temperatures, and the ground was uneven, which soon led to the car overturning.

While Freya and Totos were using nature magic to repair the wheelchair, Leo sat on the ground, looking at the body of the red dragon outside the legion camp, and suddenly laughed: "Dragons are so weak."

Arina and Asa, who were taking care of him, looked at each other in bewilderment. The former couldn't help but complain: "Are you confused because of your injury? The dragon is so weak? What nonsense are you talking about!"

Asa also thought Leo was pretentious.

She often met with the more powerful and terrifying Black Dragon King Nidhoggr in her mind. Compared with the Black Dragon King's sky-blocking figure and earth-shattering power, this ancient red dragon was indeed inferior, but it was at least the second most powerful creature she had ever seen in her life.

Such a huge dragon, and you actually say he is weak?

If you dare, try again!

Leo couldn't explain it. Although the Holy Dragon was powerful, a smoothbore muzzle-loading cannon could already break its skin. So what about modern artillery?

Not to mention the size advantage, the combat effectiveness currently demonstrated by this mad dragon is only at the level of three or five modern main battle tanks.

If he had eight or ten 88mm anti-tank guns from the World War II, he could kill this crippled red dragon in front of the city wall!