Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 124: 122 Siege on Mad wolves_l

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Under the incredulous gaze of the surrounding monsters, Warwick leaped onto an arrow tower over ten meters high.

Shaking off the broken wood shards covering his body, this frenzied Gnoll grinned broadly, chuckling ominously at the surrounding monsters.

There were only about a dozen monsters on an arrow tower, wielding poor-quality longbows. Due to Warwick’s aggressive entrance, two unlucky ones had already been knocked off.

Presumably, they had crashed to the ground by now, either dead or severely crippled by the fall of over ten meters.

Quickly, the remaining monsters who had reacted either pulled out hand axes from their waists or wielded their longbows like clubs, charging at Warwick.

“Eh? Hahaha!”

The Gnoll tilted his head, viscous venom flowing down his cheeks as sharp, silver claws bloomed from his flesh like short daggers.

What followed was a completely one-sided massacre.

Be it Orcs or goat-humans, these monsters were nothing more than gawk-worthy beings in the past.

But now, these pitiful creatures were as weak as meat on a cutting board in his hands.

All of this was the grand gift bestowed upon him by the Silver Dragon Lord.

And he, in return, would repay his master with victory after victory!

After slicing open the last Orc’s throat, Warwick licked the bits of flesh off the corners of his mouth and shifted his gaze to the other nearby arrow towers.

His target also noticed the aberration happening at Warwick’s arrow tower.

In an instant, the attacks of several nearby arrow towers homed in on Warwick.

A dense rain of arrows assailed Warwick’s position, yet the frenzied werewolf laughed maniacally as he leapt towards another nearby arrow tower.

“Boom!”

With a cacophonous sound, Warwick smashed through the arrow tower’s guardrail, landing among a group of terrified Orcs.

But before he could even act, a hail of arrows from the surrounding arrow towers turned these Orcs and other monsters into porcupines.

For the monsters, accidentally injuring their allies didn’t matter as long as they could eradicate this mad and eerie creature and protect themselves- -whatever the cost.

Simultaneously, several arrows also hit Warwick.

Most arrows were deflected by his thick fur, but a few managed to pierce through his defenses and shallowly lodged into his flesh.

As this happened, his Rotten Blood ability activated, boiling venom surged along the surface of his body like a hot spring.

“Hehe… Hahaha! This pain is far from enough!”

The wounds on his body only fueled the deranged Gnoll’s madness, causing his eyes to redden.

Tracing two crimson trajectories through the air, Warwick forcefully crashed into another arrow tower.

His sharp claws, bolstered with the intense Rotten Blood, could incapacitate monsters with just a grazing hit.

Nearly all the arrow towers had focused their attacks on this Dragonborn Gnoll, and as the number of arrow towers destroyed by Warwick multiplied, so did the number of injuries on his body.

Mostly poor-quality arrows that barely pierced his skin, the boiling venom scattered along Warwick’s attack route due to his intense movement.

Many monsters near the arrow towers fell unconscious on the spot after being exposed to the poisonous blood.lf not treated effectively for a long time, it could be fatal.

Because of Worwick’s outstanding performance, almost all arrow towers shifted their attack targets to him, and the catapults couldn’t attack targets that were too close.

As a result, the pressure on the vanguard of the Soaring Dragon Legion was greatly reduced.

Finally, a silverscaled combat lizardman climbed up the makeshift wall. It was the Dragonborn Battle Lizardman Redscale.

A serpentman raised a rusty long knife and hacked at him, but in the next second, Redscale easily caught the blade with his armored right claw.

While the opponent was somewhat disbelief, his other sharp claw pierced the serpentman’s chest and crushed his heart.

Redscale hadn’t completely endured the entire Dragonborn transformation process, but he had already endured most of the pain and had undergone a considerable degree of transformation.

Although his strength was not as great as Worwick and Krom’s, he was still not someone a serpentman could compare with.

Under Redscale’s efforts, one Gnoll after another climbed the wall and engaged in a melee with the monsters of the Thunder Legion.

However, the situation did not improve. Except for Worwick and Redscale, almost all the monsters of Soaring Dragon Legion were no match for those of the Thunder Legion.

Even if they climbed the wall, a single orc wielding a substandard weapon could easily kill three or four Gnolls, let alone the more powerful serpentmen or dragonmen.

In order to kill an enemy, besides the two Dragonborn monsters, the Soaring Dragon Legion often had to pay several times, or even ten times, the cost.

In fact, no matter how hard Redscale and Worwick tried, they couldn’t change the outcome of the final defeat.

The number of the first wave of vanguards diminished rapidly. Since climbing the wall, Redscale had not made any progress.

Meanwhile, Worwick’s situation became increasingly dangerous.

Under command of a heavily armored female centaur, many monsters started repairing the severely damaged arrow towers, while Worwick had destroyed most of the tall towers.

Moreover, several ogre magicians arrived nearby, some of which were even troublesome two-headed ogres.

They raised their rough wands, and several whip-like beams of lightning entangled Worwick.

A few two-headed ogres then cooperated and jointly launched the Lightning Strike Skill.

A dark cloud quickly condensed above Worwick’s head, followed by a loud thunder, and a precise lightning bolt struck at him.

In this dangerous situation, Worwick exerted force on his limbs, leaping ferociously toward another arrow tower.

Almost instantly, the arrow tower where he originally stood was scorched black by the lightning strike and ignited raging flames.

Although he successfully dodged the lightning strike, he was caught in the abdomen by chain lightning from the remaining ogre magicians.

His fur provided excellent defense against arrows, but under the electric whip, his skin tore apart.

The whip-like lightning magic was powerful, directly pulling Worwick from mid-air and causing him to change trajectory, heavy slamming into a supporting pillar of an arrow tower.

“Crack! ”

The thick supporting pillar was shattered, and the makeshift tower was shaky from the start.

Now, having lost its balance, the tower rapidly toppled over and collapsed.

The broken wood directly crushed Worwick underneath, and the life or death of this crazy Gnoll remained uncertain..

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