Chapter 483: Nighttime Aerial Combat (Part 3)

The dragons widened their eyes, disbelief filling them.

An illusion is one thing, but one so realistic? The dragons felt as if they had lived their thousands of years in vain.

While the dragons were confounded, Falstad and Vereesa were also astonished.

Vereesa turned her head to look at Duke, only to see him smiling, holding up a finger adorned with two swirling energies – wind and thunder!

Vereesa suddenly realized. Duke had not taken action, and she had almost forgotten that the legacy of the Storm Altar's power was not only inherited by the Windrunner sisters!

From the beginning, Duke had received the most benefits, but since he was in a high position, and not a headstrong general, there had been few opportunities for him to flaunt his abilities.

The *Mirror of Truth* granted Duke perfect visual deception.

The *Power of the Storm* took Duke's deception to another level.

And the powerful system of the greatest king gave Duke unparalleled control, making every illusion come alive.

One could say, except for those real magical experts, no one could distinguish which of Duke's griffins were real and which were illusions.

Even the dragons, let alone Duke's own people, were inwardly bowing in homage. The two elven ladies in the group were particularly entranced, their eyes sparkling.

A significant disadvantage had been leveled by Duke.

Even if the dragon's breath was wide, it couldn't cover such a large area.

Just when everyone thought that Duke was cheating and that the dragons were utterly helpless, the dragons made their next move.

Dazzling sparks of fire illuminated a large area of the sky.

Every dwarven griffin rider turned their heads to see dozens, perhaps hundreds, of fireballs gathering around the dragons. Even at high speeds, these strange fireballs remained unextinguished, dancing around the dragons.

Magic!

Dragons that could use magic!

Every dwarf's face turned ugly.

Being forced to fight an opponent far superior in level was hard enough. And this dragon could cast spells at high speed?

Looking at those fireballs, they were not ordinary stuff. These were top-tier spells invoked through Dragon language!

The dragons truly were a privileged race. Not only did they have magical geniuses like Krasus, but it seemed they also had hybrids adept in both magic and martial skills!

Under the illumination of the fire, the dragons' half-open mouths, filled with chaotic sharp teeth, reflected a fierce glint. With a sinister laugh, hundreds of fireballs rained down on the griffins like meteor showers.

Real or fake, it didn't matter!

One hit, and it was over.

When everyone's gaze turned to Duke again, Duke's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Bring it on!"

In terms of magical destruction, Duke admitted he was inferior to Marianne.

But when it came to mobility and control in spellcasting, Marianne could not even catch up with Duke, who was assisted by the system. In Duke's retina, countless lines extended from the fireballs, telling him the trajectory of each one, as well as any potential changes due to the wild wind.

In mid-air, countless Mage Hands appeared.

Almost simultaneously, they launched a barrage of fireballs to meet the descending meteor shower of flames.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Continuous explosions resonated in the sky, leaving the dwarven riders dumbfounded.

What they saw was the grandest fireworks display in the night sky.

The dragons were almost driven mad. Without the urging of the orc riders behind them, the two dragons continued to dive at high speed. They were keen to see how these griffins, already flying low, would escape their hunt.

Duke felt a headache coming on.

His illusions were not unlimited in distance. The limit was clearly marked in his retina, and at this moving spellcasting state, a radius of 300 meters was the maximum.

He had never intended to sacrifice these griffin riders, but now he discovered another problem. Once the griffins dropped his five-person squad and moved beyond the 300-meter range, they would inevitably be hunted down.

"Don't think too much! As long as you're safe, our mission is complete. Brothers and sisters, let's have a thrilling battle with these big lizards!" Falstad raised his Stormhammer high.

Sometimes, Duke couldn't help but complain that the Horde's cards were just too good.

Their infantry was stronger, and so was their air force. If it weren't for Gul'dan's betrayal, the Alliance's transition from defense to offense wouldn't have been so easy.

Duke thought of a new plan.

A somewhat risky but definitive solution, and he once again looked at Marianne, who was not adept at mobile spellcasting.

Just then, a red system alert suddenly popped up in Duke's retina.

"Warning! Warning! Unknown super-strong BOSS entering the airspace! Initially assessed as an unbeatable Skull level, strongly advised to retreat immediately. Do you wish to activate the BOSS battle module?"

The moment Duke looked up in shock, the thick clouds in the sky suddenly parted due to a violent storm, revealing a vast hole.

Moonlight poured down.

In the bright moonlight, a dark metallic titan-like figure descended into the battle between the griffins and the red beasts.

"What in the Nether is that?" Falstad opened his mouth, letting the wild wind pour into his throat.

Even the worldly-wise elven Moon Mage found herself trembling all over, unable to utter a word.

The young red dragon was already big enough, nearly the size of the large red dragon that Duke and Marianne had slain days before.

But now, a pair of black dragon wings, almost three times the size of the red dragon, filled everyone's vision. The black metallic glint on the wings gave everyone an indescribable sense of shock. A thunderous roar seemed to shake even the night sky, breaking all of Duke's illusions and sending the griffins tumbling and screeching.

The suddenly appearing black dragon, due to its enormous and disproportionate size, nearly made the little red dragon lose control of itself. It was like a small dog facing a large wild beast.

The black dragon's dark, narrow eyes stared contemptuously at the smaller red beast. The orc's red dragon roared in a shrill voice, for it realized that this newcomer was not on its side.

Four dragonflights, united in essence.

The problem was, these four did not include black!

"I'm very sorry, my elven lady, but we may be done for," Falstad said, looking as if he were preparing his last words.