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Chapter 128 Shadow Dragonborn

Red dragons have always had a simple and direct fighting style. The undying rage in their hearts, coupled with their innate arrogance, makes them too lazy to use overly complicated techniques when facing most creatures.

As one of the best among the red dragons, Thor naturally displays a more unrestrained and bold style of fighting.

The aura of incineration surrounding him is like a natural elemental shield that actively repels and burns all magic except for fire element.

The solid scales on his body contain a variety of precious minerals; even a single scale could be used as a +3 magical equipment.

Faced with the attack from the drow elves, Thor hardly dodged or evaded, relying solely on his powerful physique to crush forward.

The enormous red dragon dragged flames across the sky, rampaging through the entire valley. Wherever it passed, it left wide trails of burning fire. Any drow who couldn't dodge in time was instantly crushed into pieces.

After only one or two rounds of fighting, these cunning dark elves dared not approach again, and instead hid in the distance, drawing their longbows and crossbows, and unleashing a hail of arrows at Thor.

These arrows are forged from special underground ores mixed with a small amount of refined gold, making them strong enough to easily pierce through thick steel armor. If they are in the peculiar energy nodes of the Underdark, they can also exert power similar to magical weapons.

Faced with these arrows specifically designed to deal with heavily armored units, Thor simply stretched his broad wings across his back, like two huge shields, completely covering his body.

A series of rapid, clanging sounds, like the sound of hammering iron, rang out. The arrows, which pierced through the flames and carried strong winds, landed on the layers of fine scales on his wings, leaving only tiny dents.

Before the drow archers could make another move, Thor's strong limbs suddenly pushed off the ground, and his wide wings flapped vigorously, swooping down like a giant scarlet curtain.

The shadow cast by the massive wingspan loomed over the faces of these drow, and a red glow flashed in Thor's mouth, then transformed into a burning river that surged forth.

This terrifying breath of fire was initially only a wisp as thick as a fist, but once it left Thor's ferocious maw, it grew larger and larger in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant pillar of fire more than ten meters thick.

It spanned nearly 50 meters, engulfing the drow archers and the rocks where they were hiding with overwhelming force.

The drastic temperature change caused the gray-brown rocks to crack with a crisp sound. The cloak worn by the drow elf, woven from giant spider silk and possessing a certain degree of magic resistance, was utterly unable to withstand the terrifying heat.

Several humanoid torches leaped out from behind the rocks with screams, but they didn't have time to escape the flames. Their already black skin turned into charcoal instantly, their respiratory tracts were burned by the high temperature, and their fat sizzled in the flames. After a brief struggle, they never moved again.

The only high-level professional present, the drow elf priestess, was also feeling a headache.

Her tricks seemed utterly powerless against such a terrifying monster.

Negative energy is completely ineffective against the opponent's resistance. The spider webs will be burned to ashes before they even fall. Instant death spells are child's play against the dragon's terrifying vitality. As for summoning a swarm of spiders? That's just adding more fuel to the flames.

After quickly treating their injuries, the two drow shadow dancers once again disappeared into the shadows, intending to launch a sneak attack using the same tactic as before.

This time, they targeted Thor's eyes, the only place not covered by tough scales.

The familiar shadowy fluctuations resurfaced around him, but this time, they did not escape Thor's keen perception.

In his molten gold pupils, two "black-skinned rats" seemed to emerge from the water, appearing out of thin air, their curved blades stabbing fiercely from both sides.

Faced with this familiar tactic, Thor couldn't help but curl a mocking smile, his white fangs bared, making him look particularly ferocious.

The high-speed reaction nerves from the Nargacuga monster template began to function, with a large number of electrical signals surging through the thick nerves.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and to the disbelief of the two drow elf shadow dancers, the huge red dragon's head dodged at an incredible speed.

This nearly caused the two drow who were piercing the air to collide, their four curved blades rubbing against each other and sparking dazzling sparks.

When they caught a glimpse of the mocking smile on Thor's lips out of the corner of their eyes, a tremendous fear surged into their hearts.

The magic within their bodies surged at high speed, attempting to slip into the shadows once more, but the interference of the surrounding fire elements ultimately made them a step too slow—two enormous dragon claws had already struck, gripping them tightly in their claws.

"Gotcha, you black-skinned rats!"

As Thor exerted a little force with his claws, the joints of the two drow shadow dancers cracked under the immense pressure.

The air in their lungs was forcibly squeezed out, turning into a long and painful wail. Their hands could no longer hold their weapons, and the scimitars fell limply to the ground.

The flames engulfing Thor also spread, scorching the bodies of the two drow.

Their skin was charred, their flesh and bones were blackened, and in just a dozen seconds, they were turned into two pieces of pitch-black charcoal and completely crushed.

Thor casually tossed aside the molten iron on his claws, then slammed them heavily onto the ground again. His wings spread wide, and he surveyed the drow elves not far away, letting out an excited growl.

"You're all too weak! Is that all you've got? You're not even enough to satisfy me!"

These mocking words received no response. The remaining drow elves had long since given up hope of defeating Thor and began to plan their retreat.

Leaving directly like this is obviously not an option. No matter how agile an elf is, it can never outrun a winged dragon over long distances.

If they don't want to be followed and hunted down, then someone must stay behind to cover their retreat.

The drow priest's gaze shifted to two exceptionally tall figures beside him, whose black robes and cloaks were also much larger than those of ordinary drow.

"Your family has raised you for so many years; it's time to fight for the family's honor. Hold off that red dragon and buy us time to retreat!"

Cold words escaped from her lips, which were like violet petals. The two drow who were pointed at silently tore off their black robes and cloaks, revealing their burly bodies.

A familiar aura, unique to true dragons, wafted over, instantly locking onto Thor's molten gold eyes.

These were two male drow elves, their bare upper bodies covered in eerie runes, and two curved horns like those of goats growing from their dark foreheads.

As the eerie light appeared, some kind of restraint was released, and clusters of translucent purplish-black scales began to emerge from under their skin, while a pair of wings, like shadows, slowly unfolded behind them.

Thor sensed a strong shadow power emanating from these two unfamiliar dragonborn—the power of shadow dragons—and burst into laughter.

"Interesting! Very interesting! I didn't expect you to be enslaving two dragonborn. Let me see the power of these two bastards and please me to my heart's content!"