When Philip saw the small lizards being trampled to death, he wanted to turn around and leave.

Because he knew that once he acted too late, it was very likely that he would not be able to leave.

He turned around and grabbed his two disciples, used the magic power on his body, and quickly walked back.

These two disciples of his were born into a great noble family, and a lot of his cultivation resources were provided by their family.

No matter who he left behind, he could not leave them behind.

Just as he was about to leave this dangerous place, he heard a sound and stopped.

"AH -- AH --"

"..."

He realized that he was really unlucky.

The direction of the sound was actually the direction he was leaving for.

In other words, he was blocked by a magical beast.

"Roar --"

Just as he raised his hand and wanted to use his wand to deal with this insignificant magical beast, a loud roar came from behind him.

The thing he was most worried about had happened. The giant beast behind him was awakened by such a sound.

"Roar --"

The loud roar even made his firm arm tremble.

The light waves that were brewing around him also deviated in the direction they were released.

Originally, Philip wanted to hit the dragon-blood Lizard's head with a light wave and kill it in one hit.

Now, there was a deviation and he only hit one of the lizard's legs.

However, magisters were magisters. Even when there was a deviation in their casting and the power of their spells was greatly reduced, his spell still shattered the dragon-blood lizard's legs.

Even its bones were not intact.

Normally, this dragon-blood lizard would have rolled on the ground in pain and bled to death. It could not obstruct Philip's path at all.

However, the pain of losing a child made this dragon-blood lizard endure.

It still looked at Philip with burning eyes and blocked his path.

"F*ck ,@#% ..."

Philip was flustered and exasperated, and some strange slang kept coming out of his mouth.

Then, he raised the wand in his hand again, and another crisp light wave was emitted.

This time, without any accidents, it directly hit the head.

The dragon-blood lizard fell to the ground and died on the spot.

"Roar --"

Just as he was about to take his disciple into the cave and leave, a flame flew straight towards him.

All his plans were in vain.

Philip lowered his head and stuffed the two students into a crack in the stone.

He immediately turned around to face it. He knew that he had to fight.

If he tried to escape, he would only become a target practice for the enemy behind him.

If he was caught in the flame, he would become a roasted chicken.

…

I, who was standing in the Gargoyle's palm, only saw the true appearance of this giant beast at this moment.

It had a dark red body, a slender neck, and thick limbs. It had horns like an elk on its head, and a pair of bat-like wings on its back...

A giant dragon! ! !

This name repeatedly echoed in my heart.

This was a giant dragon, a giant dragon that only existed in myths and stories.

At this moment, its eyes were filled with ferocious blood vessels as it stared viciously at everyone present (not including me) .

It was these people who had disturbed my sleep.

"Roar ——"(all of you deserve to die!)

After brewing in its mouth for a moment, it spat out a mouthful of dragon breath, and a blazing aura immediately spread throughout the underground space.

Even I, who was lying on top of a rock, could feel that the temperature of the rock was starting to rise.

I could see that the giant dragon was moving from left to right, as though it was naming names.

It let its dragon breath sweep across everyone present.

After the dragon breath ended, I discovered that there were less than ten mercenaries left.

Under the blazing dragon breath, only a few who hid behind the stone survived.

The others who were directly exposed to the dragon breath could no longer be found.

Even their weapons, blades, and swords had already begun to melt.

It could be seen just how high the temperature of the dragon's breath was.

Seeing this scene, the remaining mercenaries were all frightened.

They didn't dare to move at all.

They just hid in their original positions, looking as if they were waiting to die.

Just when I thought that this battle was going to be a one-sided slaughter and that the humans would soon be annihilated, the light magister Philip stood out.

"Whoosh --"

"Puff --"

He first condensed a light wave and shot it at the dragon in front of him.

Then, he shouted at the remaining human alliance.

"Don't give up, dragons are also made of meat. If we don't give up, we still have a chance. The legends of the dragon slayer are countless..."

"The bodies of dragons are filled with treasures. Dragon blood can be bathed in and dragon scales can be woven into armor..."

"Since we can't escape anyway, we might as well give it a try..."

Hearing the magister's words, the remaining mercenaries were all roused of their greed and courage.

They began to pick up the weapons beside them.

After all, mercenaries were famous for wanting money but not their lives.

Once someone took the lead, the rest would also join in one after another.

"Whoosh --"

"Bang --"

"Clang --"

Some began to shoot arrows and throw rocks at the dragon. There were even some who wanted to deal more damage to the dragon and slashed at it at close range without fear of death.

Furthermore, they gradually discovered that every time the dragon spat out its dragon breath, there was a premonition. It had to be brewed before it could be spat out.

Those who discovered the pattern put in even more effort.

Although the dragon could still use its body to attack, it could only attack one person at a time. It could only attack one person at a time.

For the mercenaries who often licked the blood on their blades, they weren't afraid at all.

I, who was lying on a rock and secretly watching the battle, saw that the two sides were in a stalemate.

From the looks of it, the stalemate would last for a very long time.

Thus, I had the gargoyles around me withdraw its hands and slowly put me down.

I returned to the ground and stole a glance at the battlefield.

I found that the battle was still in a stalemate.

So, I began to tiptoe toward the sinkhole.

I wanted to see if I could sneak out while both sides were fighting.

I touched the wall and tiptoed, afraid to attract the attention of both sides.

Half a minute later, I finally arrived on the other side of the dragon's nest.

I hid behind a rock.

Just then, a round, round thing attracted my attention.

Oval, emerald crystal color..

It was pretty.

What was it?

A question popped into my mind.

Was it an egg of something?