Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Doaf knew Amera wouldn't be of any use from now on. Perhaps that was the reason why she preferred to let him lead the army and be in charge of everything while she kept watching him from the side.

For a moment he felt some frustration from her attitude, yet he never complained. He wasn't doing all this for her, but for him; for his young master.

However when he saw this ultimate technique he finally understood. She wasn't acting arrogant, yet practical and far sighted.

"It's a blessing your grandmaster has someone like you loyal to her," Doaf stole a short glance to the peak where he saw her standing erect with the help of her spear.

"And yet you refuse to show any weakness to anyone," he sighed as he was quite sure she must be worn out at the moment.

Even standing up like this would take every ounce of strength to pull, plus all her will as well.

As he shouted at his mages, they all were jolted awake much earlier than their stupefied enemies.

The strike Amera just landed took most of their leaders, leaving the main body of the grand army paralyzed.

And then hell opened its doors right upon their faces.

Doaf's order was executed swiftly. This point held a lot of debate between him and Amera before the two settled on a unified solution.

Amera wanted the mages to leave the mountain once the opportunity presented itself and start killing the enemies.

As for Doaf, he wanted to play safe and keep them on the mountain slope, attacking from far. This way the losses wouldn't be great if the enemies regained their composure or started to retaliate.

Eventually they agreed to select an elite task force, formed of almost one fourth of their entire forces.

As the opportunity was ripe in front of their hands, Doaf ordered them to extend and reach out for it.

And so those few thousands started to descend the mountains, gaining momentum while others around started to use long range arrays.

And even before they could kill anyone, those on the mountain body killed many using their deadly arrays.

"Attack!" Doaf kept shouting like he lost it, "don't stop activating the arrays!"

He knew this rare chance wouldn't last forever, or even would appear once again so easily.

He knew one of those ultimate techniques, but he wouldn't even think about using it now.

Amera wasn't in a condition to allow her to fight anymore. That left the entire army on his shoulders. If he used his ultimate technique he would lose his ability to lead them and thus the army would be headless.

And that was the last thing he or Amera would want to see.

The first waves of the array attacks cleared a lot of enemies around the defensive dome. That made the rush of the task force easier to crush the remaining enemies before sweeping the rear enemies.

They were moving unstoppable, flying and killing, while their enemies were still in shock.

However this was destined not to last long. The lycans and the traitors from the cauldron clan were able to shake off the shock in a few minutes.

However they were still in disarray. There was no suitable leader to lead this huge army and that made the role of the task force easier.

And they kept pushing forward, killing anyone in their way.

"Drum!"

All of a sudden the sound of a drum appeared. It came weak at first, coming from somewhere in this chaos outside the mountain.

"Drum!"

"Drum!"

Yet the sound repeated itself again, and this time in a higher tone. Doaf raised his head and tried to spot the location of this sound, yet Amera was the first one to spot its source.

"Reinforcements!" all she could do was to shout in alarming screams. Doaf's heart sank in his legs as the worst case he didn't want to see was happening right in front of his eyes.

He hurriedly spotted the location where the drums kept rising up from. There he noticed a weak flashing of light amidst all the giant bodies of the lycans.

"So you have another backup of generals… That's bad!" Doaf slowly muttered while a familiar face appeared right in front of his eyes… the face of that old lady from before, Aemie's aunt.

She wasn't alone. One her side lined a large number of fierce looking lycans and cauldron traitors.

From the first glance Doaf could tell they were veterans. "Not only generals, but also the leader of this rebellion is also here…"

Doaf moved his eyes next towards the couple thousands of his task force. They were now deeply marching in the enemy lines, unable to be withdrawn without losing them all.

"Not under my watch!" he instantly took out a bird's wing and wrote something to their leader.

However it seemed that the old lady knew what he was trying to do, and in return she raised her hand high in the air and waved in a strange way towards him to attract his attention.

Then she passed her hand over her neck, a threatening signal for killing him and everyone else.

Then she waved her hand and those around her instantly vanished from Doaf's sight.

"That's bad!" he couldn't help but mutter in worry before moving his eyes towards one location… Amera's.

As he expected, the sight of this traitor this near to her made her lose her calm. Amera let her spear away from the ground as she withhold to move towards the edge of the mountain peak she was standing at.

She was ready to sacrifice her life at this moment and take the life of the leader of traitors.

"Stop!" Yet Doaf was faster and reached her in time to stop her from doing this.

He held her body in his arms while pushing her backward, off the edge.

"Let me go!" yet she was stubborn and screamed in anger, "she is right there! Just down there! Let me go and kill that bitch!"

"It's no use," Doaf didn't let her off, "you are too weak to pull that technique again."

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