The two bear people who cut down drodillon but had no effect were stunned. Suddenly, a huge javelin from their own crossbow tied them into bear meat strings and fell to the ground.


    "Well done, my brave soldiers," said drodillon silently, stretching out his arms wrapped in dragon scales, ready to launch a new magic.


    "Interrupt her!" shouted the orc, and another wave of flying axes was thrown from a distance.


    Drodillon found that many flying axes were thrown at the human forces behind her. Did she find that she would rescue endangered soldiers from time to time?


    "Get in the way!" drodillon pressed his claws on the ground and said, "[wider magic · wall of hell]!"


    The dark red flame, which is not a natural phenomenon, came out in line from the ground and turned into a tall and wide wall, which not only turned a large number of long-range attacks thrown to the rear into ashes, but also made many orcs dance and roll like dancing dolls in the fire, and finally turned into a mass of cooked meat on the ground.


    The main function of this magic, like its name, is not attack.


    "Ha, I got you!" suddenly, the whole wall of fire broke open!


    A bear man with a blue axe broke through the flame and rushed to drodillon.


    But so what? These orcs can''t hurt themselves at all, but we must be vigilant to break through the seventh level tornado magic without injury.


    Facing the huge axe coming from the door, she stretched out her arms to cover her face with stronger dragon scales, which was the only reaction she could do without combat training.


    "When!" the chopping track of the axe swung out of her sight and directly hit drodillon''s head. It was still a metal collision sound, but——


    "Boom!" the previous black and red flame burst out of the axe and burned drodillon''s head.


    "Woo!" drodillon hurriedly waved the dragon''s claws and drove the bear back, while he quickly patted out the fire on his head.


    In this battle, drodillon was injured for the first time.


    "My name is doss Randall! With this semi dragon posture, you are the king of the Dragon kingdom! Compete!" the bear man who claimed to be doss casually broke a javelin shot from the city wall, turned his axe a few times, and raised his voice.


    This is also the trump card of the orc army. If you have a weapon that can absorb magic and fight back, it must be.


    Just now, I''ve been crazy. I generally release magic. It seems that I don''t have the power to parry those close-up attacks. I think that holding a weapon that absorbs and releases magic close to me has a chance of winning?


    This judgment is very correct. I almost ignore those close attacks. It is natural that I, as the queen of this country, have never learned hand to hand combat, but the greater reason is that those attacks can not break through my semi dragon scale skin.


    If her defense was insufficient, she would not rush to such a front battlefield, but stand on the wall and put magic on it.


    However, in the face of this guy''s weapon, drodillon felt that he might be injured. In fact, he had been injured just now, so he had no margin. Moreover, he was emotionally unacceptable.


    "Who wants to compete with the guy who treats us as food..." she shouted, "[Uriel]"


    Doss didn''t even react, so he was burned by the golden flame lit directly on him, even without ash.


    In fact, drodillon is reluctant to use this powerful magic. She has been using a slightly low-level magic with a large range and enough to kill orcs instantly. She still has this common sense in the face of an army that may exhaust her energy, but if it is the trump card of the enemy, she doesn''t have to keep her hand.


    Now there are 40% of the magic left. Can you do it?


    Seeing the orcs killed by doss, they were shocked. It seemed that the orc army began to disintegrate around here. They scrambled to escape. Soon, the rear even blew the horn of retreat.


    "However, this is really a strong ORC." drodillon looked down at the dark blue axe that originally belonged to doss. "I used this magic on that guy''s puppet doll. Although she was embarrassed, she didn''t have anything at all. How big is the gap?"


    However, drodillon did not intend to let the enemy go. With a kick on the ground, the Dragon stepped out of a big pit and shot at the orc army. He plunged into the "meat regiment" alone and put on a large-scale magic. Until the camp built by the enemy opposite Whitestone city was turned into ruins, he dragged his tired body and the blue axe as the highest booty back.


    It''s right to say that you are tired, but you still have the strength to smash the orc bones with your claws like smashing watermelon.


    Looking at the soldiers who were still on alert on the battlefield and wall in front of the city gate, she said, "win, this battle."


    He deliberately used the sound reinforcement magic props, but everyone didn''t respond.


    No, it''s not without reaction. Some people''s weapons fell to the ground, and those people immediately followed, or fell on their knees, or sat on the ground and cried bitterly.


    "Everyone, what''s the matter? We... Won." drodillon was a little uneasy, because there were many bodies of his own people and soldiers around. Even if they won, they would never wake up again.


    When they become so strong, will they blame themselves for having such strong power but not saving them? Even if you win, you lose so many companions. Is it really painful?


    "Your Majesty, you''ve worked hard. It''s wonderful to have your Majesty''s power shining on this battle." the commander came and saluted drodillon.


    "But everyone... Cried badly."


    "That''s... Crying with joy. Everyone cries with joy for victory."


    Perhaps the commander exaggerates in order to please the queen, but there is not much difference from the direction of the facts. The people of this country fight against the races who regard themselves as food. The pressure is greater than any conventional war. People in cities have become food. The people who flee here bring news and fight with the rest to avoid becoming food, But the gap is desperate. Many wounded people can''t get treatment and wait to die. Even those who are still alive are already tired physically and mentally.


    Now, knowing that he is still alive, there is only a sense of peace of mind, not even the strength to cheer for joy.


    "I see. I''ll leave the aftermath to you."


    "Yes, I''ll have the guard escort you into town."


    Drodillon knew her identity and didn''t refuse. Surrounded by the guard, she stepped into the city to speed up her pace. Among the magic she can use, there is also healing magic. She can save as much as she can.


    (to be continued)