From Baron's Second Son to Dragon Rider

Just as Harold was fighting a fierce battle with a powerful enemy, the battle situation was gradually developing in a direction that was unfavorable to him.

Seeing Harold retreating steadily and about to be defeated by his opponent, the orichalcum dragon that had been watching the battle from above could no longer sit still.

Its huge body was trembling slightly, and its heart was extremely anxious.

However, Harold seemed to be enveloped in a stubborn anger at this time.

Although he was clearly at a disadvantage, his unwillingness to admit defeat surged into his heart instantly.

Facing Orichalcum's move to come down and help, Harold roared through the psychological contract without hesitation:

"Don't come here! I don't need help!"

Even though he knew that he might not be able to defeat the enemy in front of him, Harold's inner pride and self-esteem did not allow him to easily accept help from others.

Even if this dragon is his contractual partner.

He held the weapon in his hand tightly, his eyes were firm and decisive, and he vowed to rely on his own strength to defeat his opponent and prove his strength.

"You go ahead!"

Krober raised his head slightly, looked across the crowd, and landed on the disadvantaged figure in the distance. Then he turned to the Orichalcum Dragon and said:

"He is about to lose. Don't let him lose too embarrassingly in front of so many soldiers, otherwise it will be very detrimental to him."

After saying that, Krober completely ignored the trace of displeasure on Harold's face below.

After all, as the commander-in-chief of this battle, what he wanted in his heart was very clear and simple - to completely reorganize this army.

In Krober's view, losses in any battle should be minimized as much as possible.

Moreover, if Harold really suffered a defeat in front of the battle, it would undoubtedly be a heavy morale blow to the entire coalition army.

Even considering only this factor, Krober would never let Harold pursue those illusory creeds such as the so-called "soldier's glory" on this smoke-filled battlefield.

For him, war is just a means to achieve the ultimate goal.

If the set goals cannot be achieved, then the so-called war will be simply a ridiculous farce.

If the morale of the entire army fell into a low state and the morale of the entire army was disintegrated due to Harold's failure, it would be like picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon.

"Are you going or not?"

Krober once again turned his attention to the Orichalcum dragon standing aside, but found that the latter was still indifferent, still floating quietly in the air, showing no sign of diving down to launch a rescue operation.

Seeing this scene, Krober frowned slightly. After pondering for a moment, he decisively turned his head and looked at the crowd beside him.

"Which of you is going?"

He said he was looking at the crowd, but in fact, Krober's eyes were always on Aditya.

When he handed over the task of going out to Harold, he observed Aditya's facial expression.

It is obvious that Aditya intends to suppress the only guy who can threaten his status as the "number one hero".

Now that Harold has lost, he is probably the happiest person.

Hearing that Krober planned to send someone to assist, Aditya directly volunteered and applied to help Harold win.

He said it nicely, but no one here knew what Aditya was thinking.

And after hearing what Aditya said, Orichalcum naturally knew the seriousness of the matter.

"No! I'll just go! I won't bother you, Aditya."

In desperation, Orichalcum had no choice but to ignore Harold's protests and fly below to fight alongside Harold.

"You shouldn't have come!"

Harold clutched his injured arm and jumped onto the orichalcum dragon's crescent.

"Whether I come or not is not up to me. If I don't come, Aditya will come."

Harold choked heavily at Orichalcum's words.

"This damn Aditya, why do you have to go against me for everything?!"

Harold clenched his fists in dissatisfaction. He had never been so disgusted with Aditya as he was now.

"Okay, shut up, take out the dragon gun, we're going to start."

Due to the injury to his arm caused by the fierce battle before, the heavy two-handed ax can no longer be used flexibly, and the dragon gun has naturally become the most suitable combat weapon at the moment.

In an instant, one person and one dragon started a new round of thrilling confrontation with the enemy. Both sides went back and forth, refusing to give in to each other.

Although Harold was not at a disadvantage due to his superb skills and tenacious fighting spirit, it was not easy to defeat his opponent in a short period of time.

After all, this Catheric is no ordinary person, and his combat prowess cannot be underestimated.

Moreover, Orichalcum dragon is too big and its movements are cumbersome.

In contrast, although Keswick is also known for his strength, he is relatively small and possesses extremely high explosive power.

Therefore, Orichalcum Dragon's seemingly powerful attack did not pose a substantial threat to the agile Keserik.

For a time, the battlefield fell into a stalemate, and neither side could easily gain a decisive advantage.

"...The farce should be over. Your Majesty Ashadron, I will leave that guy to you."

Krober's eyes were as bright as a torch, staring closely at the battlefield where the fierce fighting was taking place below.

After a brutal fight, most of the originally menacing Death Knights and a large number of skeletons were dead and wounded, with very few left.

Even the liches who were still struggling and resisting were obviously just making their last desperate struggle. Failure was inevitable, it was just a matter of time.

In this way, there was no need to delay the battle on Harold's side.

"Okay."

Ashadelon nodded slightly to indicate his agreement.

Suddenly, a golden light shone from her slender waist.

Along with this light, a silk-like, slender rope with dazzling golden light slowly emerged and began to float gently in the air.

This golden slender rope seemed to have its own life. Driven by Ashadelon's powerful magic, it instantly turned into a flash of lightning and rushed towards Catheric not far away at a jaw-dropping speed.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a spirit snake coming out of a cave, and it was accurately wrapped around Catheric's neck.

"What is this?"

Catheric was shocked. It was true that he didn't need to breathe, but this rope had a special effect that made him unable to mobilize the fighting spirit in his body, and even the divine power left to him by Melkor could not be activated.

Seeing this, although Harold was a little aggrieved, he still used the dragon spear to pick up Catheric and flew back into the air.

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