Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 370:

Chapter 370: 388 Dragon Hunting
After who knows how long, a small fly emerged from the mess on the ground, and after making sure it was safe, Otto crawled out from under the ground.

That little fly also landed directly on his body and merged with him again after a while.

Slowly, the Undead Dragons that had previously followed him into the ground also started to emerge, each looking visibly shaken by their experience.

If not for their quick response and their position further back, they might have been obliterated by now.

Having already died once, they didn’t want to fall into an endless sleep again.

Furrowing his brows slightly, Otto looked up into the sky and found that the Metal Dragons had already disappeared without a trace.

It seemed that Bahamut had issued some sort of divine decree or something before self-destructing; otherwise, these Metal Dragons wouldn’t have left so easily after witnessing the scene just now.

But now that they were gone, who knows when they might return, and whether or not they would ever stop.

It seemed that the Dragon Bone Wasteland was set to become a long-term battlefield.

Then, Otto looked somewhat puzzled towards the other side.

The Metal Dragons had already left, but the Dawn Corps led by Catalan were still fighting fiercely against the Undead army.

So, were they prepared to die generously?

Although these fools had run out of food, they never stood a chance to retreat in the first place.

Perhaps going all out was their only chance.

But was there really a chance of victory?

With narrowed eyes, Otto watched the various soldiers fighting bravely; in his view, they were nothing more than poor bugs marching towards death.

Even in their prime, they may not have been a match for the army led by Wang Lin, let alone in their current state of hunger.

Starving and subjected to intense physical labor…

Yet again, Otto saw exhausted soldiers faint on the spot not from dying by the hands of Wang Lin’s minions, but from sheer exhaustion, only to be trampled into meat paste by the dense army.

To be honest, the situation did not look optimistic for the Dawn Corps.

And with the departure of the Metal Dragons, the Undead Dragons would be able to join the battle, making the battle situation even more difficult for the Dawn Corps.

Unless he suddenly dropped dead, Otto couldn’t see any chance of victory for the Dawn Corps…

Just as he thought this, Otto’s senses suddenly alerted him to some people rapidly approaching him.

Although their route was very secretive, they couldn’t hide from Otto unless they were aided by a Legendary level concealment spell or higher.

Without making a sound, Otto turned his gaze in the direction of the movement, only to find that the group was none other than Catalan, Mentor, and elite Elf Warriors and Western Empire Knights!

Judging by the direction they were heading, there was a high chance they had set their sights on Otto.

How could these misfits be hoping to earn the title of Dragon Slayer?

It was not impossible, though; against ordinary dragons such as newly matured White or Black Dragons, these misfits might have stood a chance and could have killed them with one blow.

But what kind of strength did Otto possess?!

To put it bluntly, he had just managed to kill the incarnation of Bahamut; how could this group pose any real threat to him?

He could probably kill them all with just a spray of his saliva…

Finding their plan to be dull, Otto nonchalantly beckoned to an Undead Dragon beside him that had just emerged, indicating for it to deal with the foolish intruders.

The Undead Dragon nodded happily and took off with two other Undead Dragons to fly towards Catalan’s position.

The elves and humans still thought they were incredibly stealthy and were sneaking around at the moment.

But before they could take a few more steps, they were hit by three different types of breath weapons fired from the air.

Caught completely off guard, Catalan and his men suffered heavy losses.

Among them, one Lightning Breath attack swept past Catalan, and if not for the heroic efforts of numerous Elf Warriors, he might have been blasted away by the attack directly.

Scrambling out from the protection of the many Elf Warriors, Catalan dusted himself off and began to direct his personal guards to counter-attack.

Soon, enchanted arrows were shot towards the sky with some of the long-hidden Elf mages also taking to the air.

Unlike the regular troops in the Dawn Corps, the guards under Catalan and Mentor still had some food left.

Although it wasn’t much, they weren’t starving, at least.

But even so, their combat power was far from enough to deal with the three Undead Dragons in the air.

These three Undead Dragons had managed to survive Bahamut’s explosion, so their strength was naturally formidable.

While they might not have been a match for Otto, they were more than enough to deal with the elves and humans.

With his guards on the verge of collapsing under the attacks of the Undead Dragons, Catalan gritted his teeth and pulled a scroll from his waist.

Mentor, who was beside him, frowned slightly and said, “You only have five chances, are you going to waste this precious scroll on these Undead Dragons?”

“Do you have any better options?”

Out of options, Catalan said, “If we don’t break through the blockade of these three Undead Dragons, we won’t even be able to get near that strange Black Dragon!”

Hearing this, Mentor opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

At this point, he couldn’t think of any better solutions either.

In the end, although hesitant, Catalan tore open the scroll, and with a flash of light, a strange-looking ballista appeared in front of him.

It looked more like a hand crossbow than a ballista, but with a larger frame, it could only be used by a Titan to wield it properly.

This was the Fierce Dragon Crossbow, and it was the Titans themselves who had created it for one simple purpose.

Hunting dragons!

It is said that during the First Era, this crossbow had killed a large number of dragons under the control of the Titans.

As a weapon specifically designed for dragon hunting, it has immense power, and even the arrows themselves are imbued with a tracking function.

That’s also why Catalan, though unable to use it normally, still brought it along as a trump card.

Unfortunately, by the time this weapon had been handed down to them, even with the elves searching the entire continent, they could only muster up five arrows.