Twin-legged Flying Dragons and Shadow Manticore Lions were densely packed and close to each other. Like a surging dark cloud, they covered the moonlight and quickly approached from the other side of the sky like a rising tide.
Nearby, the majestic Rock Fortress, which was almost fifty meters tall and more than a few meters wide, stood majestically. And in the air in front of it, the ferocious Black Dragon opened its mouth wide.
For the first time, Caesar used his breathing ability without restraint. The muscles in his throat were stretched to the extreme, and the liquid in his bladder that had been strengthened by his growth was squeezed out. It bloomed in the air and burned into a terrifying flame.
The Airadia did not have any ordinary substances that could spontaneously ignite in the air to create such a high temperature flame. The composition and structure of the spontaneously ignited liquid in the bladder were unknown, but the effect was outstanding.
At this stage, the Black Dragon's flame breath could already melt steel. It was completely on par with the Ancient Red Dragon's breath, which was filled with elemental magic, or even stronger.
Burning the city.
Caesar focused his breath on a single point, flapping his wings and circling left and right, concentrating on burning the same area.
The flame jet shot out from the Dragon King's mouth. When it left his throat, it was only a small beam of fire, but towards the end, it gradually evolved into a terrifying sea of fire that was even larger than Caesar's body.
The defensive spell that came with the barrier could not withstand such a high temperature. The terrifying heat quickly formed and rose forward, surging in a large area.
Just this heat alone was enough to cook people alive.
A slight tremor came from the thick walls of the city. This tremor was completely different from the one caused by the Black Dragon's rampage. It was generated from the inside of the bud, as if something was melting and collapsing from the inside.
The soldiers were sweating profusely and trembling in fear. Staring at the terrifying Black Dragon, they could not help but think of a legend called "Bahamut's Breath".
(Bahamut: Platinum Dragon God, King of Good Dragons, Master of the North Wind.
"Bahamut's Breath" refers to the breath of the Dragon God. It only appeared once in the prehistoric era in Airadia, but was recorded in the memories and ancient books of some ancient creatures. It was later spread and widely known.)
"Frost Armor!
Stabilizing Spell!
Mana Barrier! "
The spellcasters in the north tried to stop all of this, but before that, the Black Dragon had already laid the groundwork. When it entered Firmrock Fortress, it specifically targeted these mages and warlocks. Now, the spellcasters were either dead or injured, and the spellcasters were severely lacking in strength. they no longer had the ability to stop the Black Dragon's breath.
Grand Duke Lionheart glanced twice and found that the Spell Casters were unable to stop the ferocious Black Dragon. His expression abruptly changed, and he began to roar, "Run!"
"Run!"
Duke Ryan's. was Ryan ''s Although his breath was was was, his body was was, cold.....
The commander waved his hand, indicating for his guards to evacuate the soldiers. At the same time, he quickly ran to the stairs. When he saw the crowded crowd, he simply jumped off the fifty-meter wall. After a tumble and tumble, this Great Warrior was not injured. He continued to shout at the army above, "Run! Come down!"
Under the continuous burning of the Black Dragon's flames, the walls of Firmrock Fortress were broken into pieces. At the same time, the outer wall began to melt, turning into a magma-like substance.
The trembling of the walls became more and more intense. Accompanied by the high-pitched roars of the wyverns, the entire Firmrock Fortress was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.
Finally, the walls were breached.
The walls of the Firmrock Stronghold were torn apart and burned through. The unstoppable flames penetrated the inner walls of the stronghold and leapt out from the other side. Everyone's eyes were bright red, reflecting the terrifying tongues of flames that bared their fangs and brandished their claws.
The burning continued, but the walls of Firmrock Fortress had already begun to collapse. Regardless of whether it was inside or outside, there were large amounts of rubble and steel falling down. Of course, there were also soldiers who did not have time to retreat and fell off the walls due to the intense shaking.
The scale of the collapse became more and more intense. The Black Wing Clan had already arrived, but they did not take a step forward. They were all silent, not daring to make a sound. They quietly raised their heads to look at their king's infinite power.
Under the surging breath of the Dragon King, more than half of the walls of Firmrock Fortress began to melt in front of him, turning into a waterfall of liquid magma, rolling down.
In the densest and most intense sounds of collapse, in the dense steam and smoke that filled the sky, the walls of Firmrock Fortress turned into ashes, no longer existing.
"Conquer!"
The Dragon King roared.
"For the Black Wing Nest, submit or die!"
The seemingly endless Black Wing Army roared as they swept past him, rushing into Firmrock Fortress, rushing towards South Rhine, rushing towards the Northern Kingdoms.
"Above Tiamat."
The two young dragons stared blankly at the clouds in the distance, staring at this scene with their eyes wide open. When they saw the Firmrock Fortress that was as strong as a mountain collapsing in front of Caesar, and the walls that were as strong as a Divine Kingdom melting in front of Caesar, they could not help but let out an uncontrollable exclamation at the same time.
Disbelief, as if they were in a dream, these were the only feelings Garen and Blakesia had.
In the recent two eras, especially in the Third Era when the humans had risen, it was difficult to find such a majestic dragon, let alone a Black Dragon. Even the Ancient Black Dragon and the Ancient Black Dragon could no longer display such unforgettable ferocity.
They searched hard in their minds, and in the end, they realized that only the first era, when the dragons ruled the earth, could be mentioned in the same breath. Only in that era, among the Primeval Black Dragons and Ancestral Black Dragons, there were cases of such brilliant and brilliant battle results.
The two young Black Dragons could not help but fall into deep thought. They had the same father and mother, so how could they be so different from Caesar Ortoronso? Could it be that they were adopted?
No, their mother was also a normal Black Dragon, nothing out of the ordinary, and she did not give any preferential treatment to her eldest son.
— Could it be that Caesar was adopted?
When everything was settled, Blakesia shivered as if she had just woken up. She spread her wings, twisted her tail and neck, and danced while screaming excitedly.
"I knew it."
She flew up and down and roared, "I knew that my decision to seek refuge with Caesar was right. One day, the great Blakesia will become the Black Dragon Queen, and the wife of the Dragon King, Ortoronso."
Garen had already moved closer, wanting to lick Blakesia a few times while she was so happy that she was not paying attention. However, when he heard what the little female dragon said, he could not help but stop and give up on this action. His yellow jade eyes dimmed.
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In the year 1641 of the Third Era of Airadia, Blackwing's Nest, under the leadership of the Dragon King, Caesar Ortoronso Tangerine, broke through the Boulder Fortress. Grand Duke Baelish Ryan and Grand Wizard Dale Barbosz fought to the last moment and died. None of the twelve thousand soldiers surrendered. They all died in battle.
Forty-two days later, Laiyin Country was under the control of Blackwing's Nest.