Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0094 Meeting
"Stop attacking! Stop attacking!" Although the voice was weak, Didrik immediately shouted the order to stop attacking. The dragon knights gave up diving and circling one by one and began to move away from Ceris, the iron hedgehog covered with spikes.
They paid too much in this city. Half of the dragon knights died here, and the other half were almost all injured. The dragon under Didrik's crotch was also covered in blood, and it was unknown how many rifle bullets it had eaten.
"Find a safe distance to land! That's the signal from us!" Didrik controlled his dragon and moved it away from the city of Seris while signaling to the other dragon riders.
Soon, some dragon knights landed where he did. The giant dragons, which had lost a lot of strength in the fierce battle, were gasping for breath. They had never been so embarrassed, at least not when facing mortals.
"Roar!" A giant dragon roared at another giant dragon beside it, and the other dragon opened its mouth and made a defensive biting motion. They seemed to be holding back a lot of anger, but had no place to vent it.
After stabilizing his mount, Didrik rolled off the dragon, looked down at his dull armor, took off his helmet, revealing an ordinary face.
He looked at the dragons with blood still flowing from their bellies, then at the very embarrassed dragon riders in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on Irdo, who was still calm. With a stern face, he asked, "Were you defeated by these weapons?"
"Maricha's weapons are not so numerous and so dense..." Ildur, who also took off his helmet, hugged the armor in the crook of his left arm and answered Diderik's question: "If their initial attack was so dense, how could I be alive now?"
"You really deserve to die!" Didrik interrupted Ildor coldly, and said angrily: "With our strength, we can't break through this city. Even if we turn back now and bring more dragon knights, we will have to pay a heavy price."
"There are not many dragon knights on the eastern front. The dragon knight unit you have is the largest..." Ildo is a member of the army, so he naturally knows the strength of his own army inside and out.
Although dragon knights were not considered a rare and valuable type of soldier in the Magic Empire, they were not inexhaustible and could be consumed at will. Losing dozens of dragons in two battles was something that had not happened in the Magic Empire for many years.
"My opinion is that we can disperse and attack more villages around Seris and destroy their troops stationed in the wild..." Irdo put forward his own opinion. After all, he had done so before and achieved considerable results.
At that time, he only had three dragons, but now they still have 20 to 30 dragons left. The attack efficiency is definitely higher and the speed is faster. In this way, they can exterminate the mortals near Seris in multiples...
"That's indeed a solution." Previously, Grand Knight Commander Didrik had completely disdained this tactic of avoiding the enemy's attack. He didn't think that the air force composed of nearly a hundred dragons had any enemies to fear.
But now, after seeing the powerful anti-aircraft firepower of that dirty city, Didrik also felt that avoiding this city and attacking other places was a good choice.
However, he did not think that attacking other cities would not have to face such anti-aircraft firepower. Like Irdo, he was worried about encountering such artillery fire in other cities, so he and Irdo thought that attacking small towns and villages, or directly attacking the opponent's field troops, would be a better choice.
"However, now we have to go and see why there is magic from our Holy Demon Empire inside this damn city of Seris." Holding his helmet, Didrik looked at the distant city of Seris with a grim expression, and said as he looked at the black smoke that was constantly rolling and drifting.
He took out two bottles of magic replenishing liquid from , pulled out the corks and poured them on the inscriptions on his armor. The armor, which had received magic replenishment, began to shine again.
After throwing away the empty bottle, Didrik twisted his neck twice, turned around and ordered his subordinates to stay where they were: "Wait for me here, rest and replenish! Maybe we need to change our strategy for this mission."
"You! Follow me! Maybe the signal was sent by your dragon knights. After all, they may still be alive, just captured." The Grand Knight pointed at Irdo, turned around and walked towards the city in the distance.
Those dragon knights who agreed with the situation were also replenishing their consumed magic. They all believed that facing a city like Seris again would be a foolish act that would lead to their own death.
According to their thinking, the most important thing to do at this time is to go back and ask for more reinforcements. If one hundred dragon knights are not enough, then two hundred will be used. If two hundred are not enough, then more giant horse cavalry will be gathered.
In their understanding, no mortal empire could go to war with the Holy Demon Empire. As long as the magician troops and the Warcraft cavalry troops of the Holy Demon Empire entered the Mortal Empire, they would be invincible in theory.
"Clatter, clatter." With the sound of armor knocking against each other, Didrik walked towards the city of Seris step by step. Irdo followed behind him, holding his helmet and also walking on the flat road.
The roads in the Magic Empire didn't seem to be so flat. The ground was hard and looked very fine. It was not those expensive roads made of stones, nor were they those ordinary roads paved with gravel.
Of course they didn't know anything about cement. They just thought this road was easy to walk on, and they almost forgot that they shouldn't have walked such a long way - in the past, they were rampant in the Mortal Empire, so when had they ever abandoned their dragons and walked so far away from a city?
If they didn't ride their dragons and fly over other people's cities, it would be a polite act to give face to the other party. It was almost unheard of for them to have to walk several kilometers to approach a city like today.
Sometimes manners are cultivated in this way. Once you are beaten, the memory is always much stronger. Especially after a very, very severe beating, the memory of human beings can really be said to be unforgettable for a lifetime.
Suddenly, Didrik stopped. He saw the bloody corpse of a giant dragon piled up like a mountain on the side of the road, and the blood had not yet completely dried.
The body of the dragon rider was still on the saddle, his armor was full of holes, but his helmet was still there so his face could not be seen clearly. But blood oozed from the gaps in the helmet, flowing all over the visor and staining the pattern on the chest armor red.
"..." Didrik held his sword and helmet, and just stood there, staring at the dragon knight, recalling his appearance when he was alive. He remembered the young man's smile, and also remembered the young man's complaints in the Higgs Empire.
"Too few! Not enough to eat." This complaint became the last words left by the young man in Didrik's memory. At that time, he was complaining that there were too few mortals for his dragon to enjoy.
Now, the giant dragon that once tore apart the bodies of mortals, and the proud master, were both here. The murderer became the victim, and it seemed that everything was in cause and effect. Didrik felt that his thoughts were in a mess, as if he didn't know what had touched him.
He turned his eyes away from the huge body and continued to walk forward step by step. Irdo followed his pace, shocked and impressed in his heart. He had seen a giant dragon lying on the ground like this before, and not long after that, the dragon died in the military camp of the Alante Empire.
Those steel bullets deformed and rolled when they entered the flesh, cutting through the muscles and piercing the internal organs. Even if these iron lumps, which were ten thousand times more ferocious than arrows, were taken out, they could not heal those hideous wounds.
Whether it was a human or a dragon, they all seemed helpless when faced with such an attack. Therefore, Irdo was more awed and curious about the civilization created by the mortals in front of him.
"Look who I saw? The great magician Frunzberg who disappeared a while ago..." Diederic walked and stopped in the middle of the road. He saw a carriage and dozens of Elanhill soldiers wearing strange costumes around the carriage.
These soldiers of Elan Hill were all carrying short, strange iron weapons, and looked at Diederick and Ildur with caution. Standing among these Elan Hill guards were Frundsberg and his apprentice William.
"What a joke, this is a forbidden magic area, a land for mortals..." Irdo couldn't believe that a great wizard would degenerate and run to the Mortal Empire to waste his time.
"Perhaps, this can explain where those damn weapons came from! A magician rebelled and brought hope to the Mortal Empire!" Pressing his sword, the murderous intent in Didrik's eyes was already very obvious.
Even standing next to him, Ildur could feel the magical aura surging from Diderik. However, he still spoke in a low voice and persuaded: "Your Excellency the Grand Knight, if that old man is really Frundsberg, then we may not be his opponent."
"Besides..." He said as he walked forward, "There is no magic aura on the weapons that attacked us. We'd better not act rashly."
After hearing his words, Didrik also weighed his own weight: Although he was indeed stronger in combat than the average researcher specializing in magic, he still had to give respect to a magician when facing him.
This is not a situation where he is facing a mortal. The other party also knows magic and he might be killed if he is not careful. So Didrik suppressed his anger and decided to listen to what the other party said first.
