Bab 61: Flames of the Dead, Gray Chains!

"Don't worry, the destruction of the gnome tribe is not meaningless!"

Tyrell's dragon eyes widened as he looked at the gnome tribe.

"I want to save your souls!"

"I will let you feel the majesty of our Lord!"

A dragon roared.

Roar!!

Tyrell spat out a mouthful of dragon breath.

Boom!!

A large lump of dark green poison spewed out and charged towards the gnome soldiers in front of them.

Tyrell and Barr also moved out. Their opponent was a level higher than them, a tier 8 gnome chief!

A great battle was about to begin!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

100 meters apart.

Countless sharp arrows flew out from the gnome tribe's city walls.

Among them were a few iron arrows that were several meters long, enough to easily kill an elite level enemy.

However, Tyrell and Barr rushed forward.

Whoosh!!

In just an instant.

Where the two dragons charged, countless bows and arrows were broken.