Elf Kingdom: Game of the World Tree-Chapter 302 - 287: Despair Scale Monster

The events on the dragon’s back were just a minor episode.

Just as Mairrel began to roar, the people on the ground also noticed the Black Dragon in the sky.

The players of the Mengmeng Committee, who were already informed of its arrival through chat messages and the party mini-map, were not surprised. However, the native elves and human adventurers were a different story...

"Bl...Black Dragon!"

Both sides couldn’t help but exclaim simultaneously.

In an instant, the elves turned deathly pale, while the humans wore solemn expressions.

There was no helping it, as the Black Dragon’s reputation in the Segis World was indeed too formidable.

Among the dragons that attacked intelligent creatures’ towns, if not nine out of ten, then at least seven or eight of them were Black Dragons.

However, an excited shout broke this eerie silence:

"Mairrel! Great timing! Quickly deal with these humans for us!"

A clear and cheerful female voice suddenly rang out.

It was Little Xian Miao.

In an instant, both the elves and humans instinctively looked toward her.

The elves’ gazes were filled with amazement and confusion, while the humans’ eyes carried a mix of fear and vigilance.

"Tch, I don’t need you to tell me, I’d do it anyway."

A proud response echoed from the sky.

Then, under the elves’ incredulous gazes and the horrified looks from the human adventurers, the Black Dragon, with wings spanning dozens of meters, puffed out its cheeks and expelled a thick Dragon Breath toward several adventurers on the ground.

"Oh no! Dodge quickly!"

The expressions of several adventurers changed drastically. They either used skills or cast spells, all scrambling to dodge or defend.

In an instant, the ground was filled with flashing lights, with shimmering sword techniques and colorful Magic Shields being deployed by everyone.

The corrosive Dragon Breath arrived in an instant, hitting the shields. It was slashed apart by the energy waves from sword techniques before spattering onto the ground, corroding it into terrifying pits that sizzled with rising white smoke...

This Dragon Breath, under the influence of magic and skills, was barely blocked by the combined efforts of several adventurers.

However, the weakest among the seven adventurers was still severely injured by the Dragon Breath, lying on the ground barely alive.

Yet, Mairrel’s attack didn’t end there.

Seizing the moment after expelling the Dragon Breath, it dived down and stomped the severely wounded Silver Professional to death.

Then, it lunged at a seemingly weaker Silver Mage.

The mage’s expression was filled with fear.

He had just instantly cast a defensive spell to block the Dragon Breath and now had no time to chant a spell, hastily pulling out a Magic Scroll to tear apart...

However, before he could finish, Mairrel charged forward swiftly and bit his body, effortlessly ripping him into two pieces...

Accompanied by a scream, the two halves of this Silver Mage’s body fell to the ground like a torn sack, the person beyond dead...

The thick stench of blood quickly spread.

"A Silver Peak dragon!"

Seeing this scene, the mercenary-dressed Silver Warrior’s pupils contracted as he couldn’t help but exclaim.

The surrounding players were also startled by Mairrel’s power and violence.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Though they knew Mairrel was powerful, watching it effortlessly slaughter two powerful Silver Professionals, they were left dumbfounded.

Of course, the bloodiness was also part of it.

Looking at the ground, blood-red and gruesome, with vague shapes of organs identifiable, the players’ mouths twitched.

"This game would be great if only the combat weren’t so damn hardcore."

One player couldn’t help but complain, smelling the pungent stench of blood.

Of course, some were twisted:

"Bloody? I actually like it like this..."

"..."

Furthermore, there were those who were genuinely distressed:

"Mairrel, save some kills for us! They’re all experience points!"

The elves, however, were already dumbfounded.

Seeing a companion eliminated so effortlessly, several Silver Professionals’ faces changed dramatically.

"Run!"

The mercenary warrior of Sorren Commerce said, turning and fleeing without hesitation.

"Rua—! Don’t think you can escape!"

Mairrel roared again excitedly, chasing after them.

The players joined in the chase.

Just moments ago being chased by the human adventurers, now everyone pulled out their weapons, joyfully following behind Mairrel, starting to hunt down the Silver Professionals.

Whether they could actually catch up didn’t matter; the scene... was somewhat comical.

Meanwhile, Remier was a force to be reckoned with.

Another swoop, and it slapped a fleeing Silver Thief nearly to death, then tossed him in front of Little Xian Miao, who looked delighted.

Of course, this unfortunate thief was soon burnt to ash by a massive Fireball from Little Xian Miao, to the envy of other players...

Subsequently, Mairrel let out a long cry, charging at another Human Knight who had his back turned.

This time, it unleashed a second Dragon Breath.

The knight was immediately horrified and hurriedly dodged, only to suddenly hear a chilling chant...

Li Mu and a few magical players waved their Magic Wands, casting control skills.

Although their skills were only Third Circle at most and couldn’t completely control the opponent, at this moment, even a slight delay was enough.

Vines burst from the ground, entangling the knight’s legs.

The knight roared in terror, breaking free from the vines in a hurry.

However, it was too late.

In the gap of him breaking free, the Dragon Breath arrived, completely engulfing him...

He didn’t even have time to scream before being reduced to ashes in the highly corrosive Dragon Breath.

Li Mu and others were overjoyed.

This instant auxiliary kill also allowed them to earn some experience points.

Though... not much.

After killing this knight, Mairrel turned its gaze to another elderly Silver Mage.

Being glanced at by the Black Dragon, the old Silver Mage’s beard twitched in fear. Terrified, he pulled a scroll from his robe, summoning a ghoul with Silver Power, and without looking back, turned to run.

However, the ghoul summoned with Silver Lower Power couldn’t even withstand a single hit from Mairrel, being crushed into mush with one bite.

With the summoned creature dead, the elderly Silver Mage, linked to it by contract, turned pale and spat a mouthful of blood.

Yet, his expression showed a hint of joy.

Taking advantage of the gap when the Black Dragon killed the ghoul, he once again pulled out another scroll.

It was a Teleportation Scroll!

But before he could activate the Teleportation Magic, a chilling sensation suddenly crept up on him.

He only felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then knew nothing...

On the other side,

Hiding in stealth, Boxed Lunch revealed himself, slowly putting away the golden legendary dagger in his hand.

The old mage’s body then turned to ash.

This entire series of battles occurred within mere seconds.

These beta players, long seasoned from following Mairrel through the Elf Forest on numerous skirmishes thanks to Little Xian Miao’s barbecue temptation...

They cooperated perfectly with the Little Black Dragon, even without verbal communication.

In the blink of an eye, seven powerful Silver Professionals fell one after another...

Poor Silver Professionals, worthy of being mini-bosses, were tragically killed in Mairrel’s pursuit...

Players... didn’t even know their names.

Watching their companions die under the Black Dragon’s attack, the remaining two adventurers were filled with terror.

After completing all this, the Black Dragon turned its gaze on them.

The last two, including the mercenary warrior, bore the Black Hawk emblem on their chests.

They were all adventurers from Sorren Commerce.

The two didn’t hesitate, fleeing for their lives.

Mairrel again let out a "rua—!" roar, charging forward.

How could humans outrun a Black Dragon?

Moreover, their level was even lower than Mairrel’s by one tier.

With a dive, the Black Dragon caught up to them once more.

However, just as it caught up, the leading mercenary warrior’s face suddenly hardened.

He abruptly turned, in his companion’s astonished and bewildered eyes, and thrust his sword through his body.

Then, he took something from his hand and stuffed it into the other’s wound.

This all happened in a moment, even Mairrel and the players were baffled by his actions.

However, they soon knew why.

Suddenly, the Silver Professional stabbed by his own companion’s expression became exceedingly painful, emitting an uncontrollable scream. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Numerous worm-like bulges began to stir under his skin, his entire body started to swell, and grotesque black Scale Armor began to grow, a lizard-like tail extending from behind him...

His face bulged with blue veins, his eyes reddened.

A sinister and dark presence began to emanate from him...

In an instant, the human adventurer transformed into a nearly seven to eight-meter-tall, menacing black-armored creature.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

The players were quite surprised by the sudden change.

Mairrel also had a serious expression.

However, it still bore an uncertainty in its look.

And the elves, long shocked by the series of battles, suddenly changed face:

"Despair Scale Monster! That’s a Despair Scale Monster!"

"That human... is a clansman of the God of Despair!"