Warlord: King of All Clans

At this time, Leo was wearing dragon bone armor and did not carry any weapons.

But on the legion cloak on his back, there was a river bend unity pattern sewn on it.

This is not an ordinary patch, but a space prop!

After poor Fesha was locked up in Riverbend Elementary School, her small backpack was taken over by Leo, who now tore off the pocket and sewed it onto his legion cloak.

It is no longer filled with spare food, ammunition, and weapons, but is instead filled with the Frost Sword and the Alchemical Black Dragon.

El's true form is the Emerald Tree in the atrium, so she cannot leave the atrium, but the big toys she made can be taken away by Leo.

However, the Alchemical Black Dragon has no self-awareness, it is just a shell that needs to be controlled by Leo.

At this time, the Alchemical Black Dragon had grown to twenty meters in length. Although it was still much shorter than a Saint-level dragon, in front of a group of mid- and high-level flying dragons, it was like the difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

Leo's mind merged into the black dragon, controlling it to fly across the land and directly towards the group of flying dragons.

The huge figure formed a shadow and passed over the heads of both parties.

The soldiers of the Kurolov Corps were frightened by the Black Dragon's domineering appearance and slowed down their charge. The musketeers in charge of shooting forgot to reload for a moment.

However, the soldiers of the River Bend Legion were extremely excited and their morale immediately soared.

Leo had been practicing the flying skills of the black dragon throughout the winter, flying all over the River Bay Territory, and the soldiers had long been accustomed to it.

But no one expected that the guardian of the atrium, the Black Dragon King as the trolls called him, would actually follow the legion out to fight.

I don't know who shouted "River Bend is invincible!", and then the same slogan was heard everywhere. The linear formation of the River Bend Musketeers not only did not retreat because of the approach of the enemy, but instead tended to move forward.

The calm officers quickly rode on their horses, shouted loudly, drew their swords and threatened, and only then did they suppress the fanatical morale.

Leo controlled the black dragon and violently charged into the group of flying dragons. He swiftly bit the slender neck of a two-legged flying dragon and then tore it apart fiercely.

The wyvern's wailing stopped abruptly, its head was torn off its neck, and its body and the blood mage on its back fell to the ground together.

The black dragon's four claws were not idle either, flapping and scratching. Its sharp claws easily cut through the scales and thick skin of the pterosaurs, or cut off their wings.

While the fierce battle was going on below, blood, corpses, and the wreckage of flying dragons kept falling from overhead.

Locke looked at the two-legged flying dragons that had been trained by three generations of his family falling one by one, and his heart was bleeding.

He had seen this little black dragon in the courtyard. At that time, it was only six or seven meters long, not much different from a newly grown up wyvern, and posed no threat at all.

Several mid-level blood mages gritted their teeth and controlled the high-level flying dragons under their feet, attacking the black dragon from behind in an attempt to retaliate.

At the same time, they worked together to cast blood spells, trying to invade the black dragon's body. Even if they couldn't control it, they wanted to make it temporarily lose its combat effectiveness.

But no matter whether it was the control blood spell or the attack element spell, when it fell on the black dragon, it was easily dispelled and turned into primitive magic power.

The advanced flying dragons under their feet bit the black dragon's limbs and body, and their fangs sent out large sparks on the black dragon's scales, but did not even leave a tooth mark.

Although the scales of the Alchemical Black Dragon look like obsidian, they are actually a magical alloy unique to the elves, with performance far exceeding that of the top alchemical metals of humans.

This is El's meticulous creation. Eighty percent of the elven technology in it are secrets that the races down the mountain have no right to access.

Even if a dwarf forging master has mastered the relevant technology, it will take three to five years to forge a small piece.

Several high-level flying dragons broke their teeth, but failed to leave a single tooth mark. Instead, they were tumbled in the air by the Alchemical Black Dragon and almost fell to their deaths.

He killed five wyverns in one breath, then picked up a blood mage at random, crushed him to death and threw him down from a high altitude. Leo circled in the air and saw several wyverns. While he was entangled, he secretly pounced on the ground army.

The black dragon's throat swelled and its larynx began to turn red.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Ivan, who was watching the dragon battle in the sky, couldn't help but cover his forehead when he heard the voice.

Leo has been learning the dragon roar for a whole winter, but he is still not proficient in it.

Fortunately, Leo dared to use it in actual combat, so he must be fully confident. After retching twice, he finally succeeded in making a dragon roar.

"roar!"

With a dragon's roar, a huge sound wave swept across the battlefield, drowning out the sound of gunfire and cannons, and the entire battlefield fell silent.

The twenty or so wyverns approaching them suddenly became clear-eyed and regained their sanity. They struggled to fly out and tried to throw the blood mage off their backs.

Purifying Dragon Roar!

Leo was just a warrior and he really couldn't understand the vampire magic in a short period of time. He had the Queen's Blood Coffin but found it difficult to use it.

But after knowing the Kurolov family's trump card, it is impossible for them to come and fight an unprepared battle.

The Purifying Dragon Roar that El taught him was the only combat skill that Leo learned in his black dragon form, and it was also a unique way to restrain the vampire's enslavement spell.

There was chaos in the air for a moment. Several blood mages screamed and fell off their saddles, emitting melodious howls and falling to the ground hundreds of meters away.

Their flying dragon was freed from its restraints and suddenly sped up, turning into a black dot as it flew towards the mountains.

Seeing this, the other blood mages controlled their wyverns and moved away from the black dragon.

The Dragon Knights are the core of the Kurolov family's dominance over the world, and they must not suffer heavy losses in this small battle.

Leo controlled the black dragon to chase and kill, successfully blocking the attack of the flying dragons.

The ground forces, which had already enjoyed an absolute advantage, finally decided the winner. After the artillery regiment and the skirmisher regiment joined forces to disperse the armored knights, they immediately shifted their targets and poured their firepower onto the heavy armored phalanx.

The phalanx, which had already been crippled by the Hewan Line Infantry, was once again under double the firepower and could no longer hold on, so it turned around and fled.

In the city of Asgar, more than a hundred miles away, the Kurolov family's orc heavy armored corps also appeared at the end of the field of vision.

Ordinary soldiers could only see the blurry flags at the end of the valley, but high-level warriors like Gunther and Had could see the opposing team's lineup clearly at a glance.

The heavy armor that the Kurolov family equipped the orcs with was not the iron plate made by Hermann, but an improved weapon based on the heavy armor of the elite human race. It not only provided sufficient defense, but also did not affect the activities of the orc warriors.

In the valley, neither Hard nor Hull would necessarily win if they faced off against such a huge steel guy.

Every warrior in Had's Wildman Legion has the ability to fight against orc warriors alone, but they cannot deal with heavy armor.

A 200-pound longbow can only penetrate regular heavy armor at close range. Facing the double-thickened Orc heavy armor, the only option is close combat.

Even the brave Hader knew that the only option was to defend the city.

Such heavy armor can only be dealt with by the muskets and artillery of the river bay, except for the magic longbows of mid- and high-level extraordinary archers and the city-defending crossbows.

If they dared to attack the city, the half of the artillery regiment that Leo left in Asgar City alone would be enough to make these big guys pay.

Knight Gunther beside him looked at the orc army stationed at the end of his field of vision and suddenly said in a deep voice: "I have been thinking about a question these past two days."

"What's the problem?"

"Fabuti divided his troops to go around the rear, so we can only ask Leo to go out and stop them. How could Fabuti not think of such an obvious thing?"