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Chapter 296: The Return of the Dragon Race to the Original Battlefield

Book Chapter 296: The Return of the Dragon Race to the Original Battlefield

The military order was issued, and everyone perked up their ears, ready for battle. Lin

Zhang Qian and Lin Moyu greeted each other from a distance without saying much.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Why is there an additional deputy legion commander?"

"Yeah, who is this Lin Moyu? Only level 35, how did he become a legion commander?"

"No idea, a level 35 kid, isn't this sending him to his death?"

"Could it be a mistake?"

"Maybe he has some connections and is here to earn military merits."

In the position of deputy legion commander, after Zhang Qian, there suddenly appeared Lin Moyu.

Many people exclaimed, not knowing what had happened.

A level 35 person couldn't possibly come to Fortress No. 6, where the minimum level is 40 for high-level professionals.

A low-level professional coming here is definitely a death sentence.

This matter quickly spread, and many people started discussing it.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed again, "I remember, in the recent World Professional Competition, there was someone named Lin Moyu who broke the challenge record."

"I remember too, that person was indeed Lin Moyu. But he was only level 27 at that time, how did he reach level 35 so quickly, even faster than having a baby."

"It seems he not only has connections but is also a real genius."

There were all kinds of opinions.

Many people maliciously speculated and doubted.

Ni Jun shouted in a low voice, suppressing everyone's voices with his authority as the legion commander.

"Lin Moyu, level 35, one-star colonel."

"In the army, on the battlefield, we don't recognize levels, only military ranks."

"His rank is higher than yours, becoming a deputy legion commander is reasonable."

"If anyone has any objections, they can vent on the battlefield. If there are any more malicious speculations, they will be dealt with according to military regulations."

As soon as Ni Jun spoke, the scene fell silent.

In less than three seconds, exclamations erupted again.

A level 35 one-star colonel, who would believe that?

But whether they believed it or not, it didn't matter, the fact was as it was.

Ni Jun didn't explain much either, once the battle started, these people would understand.

Talking is the most useless thing.

It's better to strive to kill more enemies.

With Ni Jun suppressing the scene, no one dared to say anything unnecessary.

A legion overlord is not an ordinary person, not someone to be offended.

Finally, about half an hour after the assembly, the enemy's shadow finally appeared in sight.

Massive black clouds pressed down, giving a sense of an impending storm.

Lin Moyu, with his strong mental power, instantly sensed the opponent's aura.

"They are not abyssal demons, they are dragons!"

Unexpectedly, it was the dragon race.

The dragon race had also entered the original battlefield.

Then he saw the opponent clearly.

Monsters resembling dinosaurs formed an array, flying aggressively.

On these monsters sat dragon race professionals.

The ones in heavy armor at the front were knights.

Behind them were dragon race archers, mages, and healers in robes.

Ni Jun also saw the incoming enemies and said in a low voice, "It's the dragon race's sub-dragon legion."

Zhang Qian was surprised, "I didn't expect the dragon race to return to the original battlefield, they finally found a way."

Ni Jun sneered, "Found a way? They just forced their way in. You overestimate the brains of those dragon race guys."

Zhang Qian laughed, "You're right, these guys basically have no brains."

Finally, the other professionals in the fortress also saw the enemy's appearance.

"They are not abyssal demons, they are dragons."

"Weren't the dragons driven out of the original battlefield a thousand years ago?"

"According to historical records, yes. Now you can only encounter dragons in the ancient battlefield. Didn't expect this."

"Didn't expect the dragon race to return to the original battlefield, this complicates the situation even more."

The sub-dragon legion, with great momentum, charged straight at Fortress No. 6.

There were many of them, at least ten thousand.

Among their ranks, there was also a warship.

On the warship, a giant magic crystal ball with a diameter of over a hundred meters was embedded.

Zhang Qian's face turned slightly serious, "This is the dragon race's siege warship, according to historical records, it has given us a hard time before."

Ni Jun asked, "Can you take it down?"

Zhang Qian said in a low voice, "Let it get closer, I'll try."

Similar situations were happening in other parts of the original battlefield.

One sub-dragon legion after another, one warship after another, appeared.

The dragon race was obviously well-prepared, not only attacking fortresses 1 to 9.

They also sent a large number of soldiers to hunt down scattered humans and demons in the original battlefield.

Both humans and demons were enemies of the dragon race.

This time, the dragon race came back with a vengeance, not intending to spare anyone.

The sudden appearance of the dragon race might change the balance of the original battlefield and even the balance between races.

Lin Moyu's eyes turned cold, he had killed many dragons.

No matter how powerful the sub-dragon legion looked, they were still to be killed.

Just see if they can withstand corpse explosion!

To him, dragons were just military merits.

But to other professionals, it was different.

The sub-dragon legion was the dragon race's army, each one above level 50.

Not only were there over ten thousand of them, but once the battle started, the dragons could attack, and their sub-dragon mounts would also attack.

With the sub-dragons as mounts, professions like mages and archers, who feared close combat, became powerful.

Fighting ten thousand dragons was like fighting twenty thousand or thirty thousand dragons at the same time.

Ni Jun could see that they were outnumbered and outmatched, this battle would be tough.

As the dragons got closer, Ni Jun began to cast spells.

He drew the magic sword from his waist and raised it high, a huge halo burst from the tip of the sword.

The halo expanded rapidly, sweeping across the entire fortress, enveloping everyone.

A heavy voice sounded.

"Strength!"

"Agility!"

"Mental Power!"

"Constitution!"

With each low shout, halos responded.

All four attributes of everyone present increased by 50%.

The whole army was boosted, the most powerful aspect of a legion overlord, irreplaceable on the battlefield.

After boosting the four attributes, other states were added.

"Elemental Resistance!"

"Magic Enhancement!"

"Bloodthirsty Attack!"

Elemental resistance increased by 50%, spell damage increased by 30%, physical attacks could absorb the enemy's life force to heal oneself.

Besides the legion overlord's states, prophets and supports in other teams also began to add states.

Although human professionals had weak base attributes.

Through a large number of states, the base attributes could be doubled.

Combined with various excellent equipment, the overall strength of humans was very strong.

Colorful lights kept rising.

Only Lin Moyu's undead legion did not accept the states from other professionals.

This used to be one of Lin Moyu's regrets.

Fortunately, there were lich generals to make up for this defect.

Lin Moyu stood on the city wall, looking at the approaching dragons through the shield.

He smiled slightly, "Here comes more military merits."

The shield suddenly became brilliant.

A light shot out from the shield towards the dragons.

Lin Moyu looked at Zhang Qian.

He made the first move.

As a formation master, Zhang Qian took over all the formations in Fortress No. 6.

His attack methods also relied on formations.

It was once said that with a complete set of formations, a formation master was invincible at the same level.

No same-level professional could defeat a formation master.

Fortress No. 6 was filled with formations, although Zhang Qian was only level 53, after mobilizing the formations, he was no less powerful than a level 60 professional.

The light was initially very thin, only the size of a fist.

But as it flew, it absorbed a large amount of elements from the space, and the light grew larger.

When it approached the dragons, the light had already turned into a beam, with a diameter of over five meters.

The sub-dragon legion quickly reacted.

The giant magic crystal on the warship also shot out a colorful light.

The two lights collided, creating a small sun in the sky.

It illuminated the earth, dazzlingly bright.

Terrifying energy raged on the ground.

The dark land of the original battlefield was torn apart, rumbling.

When the light ball disappeared, the siege warship was intact, and the sub-dragon legion was unharmed.

Zhang Qian's attack did not succeed.

Zhang Qian sighed lightly, "Failed."

Ni Jun seemed to have expected this result, "It's normal, the dragon race's siege warship is very powerful, we've seen it in military records."

Zhang Qian also knew, "I was just trying, the real show is next."

Zhang Qian communicated with the formations again, the entire fortress became brilliant, even the land near the fortress was glowing.

The land near the fortress was also inscribed with formations, allowing the fortress to continuously draw energy from the original battlefield.

Countless rune lines appeared.

Fortresses were never meant for habitation, they were real war machines.

Terrifying power swept out, and thousands of lightning bolts fell from the sky, striking the sub-dragon legion.

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