Because the silver dragon fell to the ground, the giant dragons in the sky also approached downwards. Now Jenkins finally has a place to use. The sword in his hand is so far one of the few weapons that can directly penetrate the defense of the dragon's scales. As long as someone dares to enter his attack range, Jenkins welcomes those dragons to try the power of the holy sword without hesitation.
He soon came to the side of the silver dragon Anastasia. The fallen dragon stubbornly got up from the ruins, then raised its head and sprayed a silver-white dragon's breath towards the sky. It felt someone touching itself, looked down and saw Jenkins put his hand on its leg.
"Half-elf, get out of here, it's very dangerous here."
When the dragon lord appeared just now, he couldn't hear it, but after knowing her name and listening to her, it was obvious that it was a female creature. Jenkins didn't know what was going on in this world. He originally thought that the dragon Marrying a human is already crazy enough, but what's even crazier is that this dragon is a female dragon.
"Why does it seem like everyone can figure out that I'm a half-elf?"
Instead of leaving, Jenkins complained like this.
"Because it's so obvious, I've never seen a human being more elf-like than you."
She did not refuse Jenkins to continue to heal her, because she already felt that the healing effect of the villain under her was very significant. The silver dragon spread its wings to shield Jenkins from the falling flames in the sky, raised his head and took a deep breath, the gushing cold air almost dyed the whole sky frosty white.
What the princess said is correct, but the power of this dragon is not comparable to that of ordinary dragons. Even though Jenkins doesn't understand the general combat power of silver dragons, seeing that she can easily contain at least five dragons, he knows that this is definitely not the normal strength that a dragon of this age should have.
"You smell very strange, not only elves and humans, but also unicorns, demons, undead, titans and other strange smells. I even smelled a smell from the gods. Those stingy ancients, When are you willing to be friends with creatures on the ground?"
Between the attacks, Yinlong and Buforgot chatted with Jenkins. She speaks so fast, and then lifts her head up to breathe a dragon's breath into the sky, or something like that, that Jenkins doesn't know how to describe the attack.
"If you have time to talk to me, why don't you hold your breath and take a break. It's your wife..."
He didn't know if that was the right name.
"It was the princess who asked me to help you. She said she felt the breath of Blacktown in me."
"Yes, that's pretty obvious."
Even though he said this, Jenkins felt that Yinlong had just discovered this, and his tone was full of surprise.
Jenkins let go of the hand holding the silver dragon's scales, and turned to face the dragons in the sky behind him. He held the top of the scepter with both hands, and then ruthlessly plunged the scepter into the ground:
"Get down for me!"
The scepter pierced into the ground sucked the spirit of life in the earth, and this huge spirit spread out in Jenkins' soul like a shock wave through the effect of [Aura of Fear]. The yellow magic aura that was almost visible to the naked eye swept everything around, and even caused the wind pressure to change because of the uneven distribution of space spirits.
Among the flying sand and rocks, the dragons fell from the sky like dumplings, and the adventurers who also fought against the dragon fell to the ground together, as well as the silver dragon behind Jenkins.
[Aura of Fear] is effective for any intelligent creature other than the caster, and obviously no creature present could resist this level of mental shock when Jenkins exploded with all his strength.
"Oh, I knew you, a half-elf, smelled like undead! And that sword also has traces of undead power!"
Yinlong struggled to get up, and she recovered faster than any dragon or human. Spreading his wings to protect Jenkins, his sharp vertical pupils scanned the temporary tragedy in the dragon garden.
"You have earned my respect, half-elf!"
After saying this, the silver dragon lord Anastasia suddenly lowered her head to look at Jenkins, and his blurred figure like a shadow was reflected in those vertical pupils that were bigger than Jenkins.
"You do have a way to help me, but it can only happen this once. Half-elf, don't expect such good luck for you again."
"What do you mean?"
Jenkins, who was concentrating on talking to Yinlong, didn't pay attention to the giant claw behind him. The silver dragon's claws grabbed Jenkins and threw him into the sky. When Jenkins fell in terror, he landed on the dragon's hard back.
"I know you are definitely not just an excellent healer, I will fly with you, let's fight together!"
Yinlong said that he had already spread his wings and flew high into the sky, without even giving Jenkins a chance to refute. The wind pressure generated by the high-speed flight made Jenkins a little bit blindfolded. He struggled to maintain his balance and stood up, holding the top of the scepter high and exuding brilliance.
"I didn't become a dragon knight voluntarily!"
When the evening sun shines on the earth, the castle on the hill has almost become ruins. The corpses of giant dragons lay in the ruins, and in the sky, the last two dragons were still fighting fiercely.
The silver dragon is exhausted but is still trying its best to soar, the black dragon is scarred, and the blood red eyes are the joy of the final victory.
Suddenly a silver light shot out from the back of the silver dragon. The black dragon knew the power of this sword, and bent down to the ground to avoid it. When he raised his head again, he happened to see a black figure in the middle of the setting sun, and Jenkins jumped down from the sky holding his sword.
"Ha~"
The momentum of the fall plus his own strength, this sword directly knocked the black dragon to the ground. It was dying and wanted to spit fire at Jenkins who also fell to the ground, but the silver dragon shadow had already swooped up with a roar.
The battle lasted from noon to dusk. Although with the blessing of the silver dragon, the guests who came to the wedding banquet suffered few casualties, the castle of the lord of the silver dragon was completely destroyed.
Seeing that the sun was only the last half of the pancake on the horizon, Yinlong, as the local owner, beckoned the people to go down the mountain to rest, and to discuss compensation and appeasement tomorrow.
The people coming down the mountain said goodbye to the giant dragon in the ruins politely, and of course they did not forget to take off their hats to pay tribute to Jenkins who was standing next to the dragon corpse and observed with a sword in hand.
He looked at the last black dragon, the aura on the dragon was slowly extinguishing.
"From today onwards, you will probably be called the Dragon Slayer."
After sending everyone away, the servants began to clean up the ruins with torches. The princess came to the silver dragon and stroked her scales. The silver dragon lay down tiredly, with its huge head right in front of Jenkins, and said jokingly to him.
"Dragon Slayer? I thought I'd be called a Dragon Rider."
"For a dragon, this is a very impolite address!"
The princess accused like this, but Yinlong laughed and said nothing.